Tell me but how one body can enclose,
As loving friends, two deadly hating foes?
But when as contraries are mix'd together,

The colour made, doth differ much from either;
Whilst mutually at strife they do impeach

The gloss and lustre proper unto each;
So, where one body jointly doth invest
An angel's face and cruel tiger's breast,
There dieth both allegiance and command,
For self-divided kingdoms cannot stand:
But as a child that knows not what is what,
Now craveth this, and now affecteth that,
And having, weighs not that which he requires,
But is unpleased, even in his pleas'd desires :
Chaste Beauty so both will, and will not have
The self-same thing it childishly doth crave;
And wanton-like, now love, now hate affecteth,
And love or hate obtain'd, as fast neglecteth.

IX.

So, like the web Penelope did weave,

Which made by day, she did at night unreave, Fruitless affections' endless thread is

spun,

At one self-instant twisted, and undone.
Nor yet is this chaste beauty's greatest ill;
For where it speaketh fair, it there doth kill.
A marble heart under an amorous look

Is of a flattering bait the murdering hook :
For from a lady's shining-frowning eyes,
Death's sable dart, and Cupid's arrow flies.

X.

Since then from Chastity and Beauty spring
Such muddy streams, where each doth reign as king;
Let tyrant Chastity's usurped throne

Be made the seat of Beauty's grace alone:
And let your beauty be with this suffic'd,
That my heart's city is by it surpris'd.
Rase not my heart, nor to your beauty raise
Blood-gilded trophies of your beauty's praise;
For wisest conquerors do towns desire
On honourable terms, and not with fire.

SONNET XI..

THAT HE CANNOT LEAVE TO LOVE, THOUGH
COMMANDED.

How can my love in equity be blamed,

Still to importune, though it ne'er obtain,
Since though her face and voice will me refrain,
Yet by her voice and face I am inflamed?
For when, alas! her face with frowns is framed,
To kill my love, but to revive my pain;
And when her voice commands, but all in vain,
That love both leave to be, and to be named:

Her syren

voice doth such enchantment move,

And though she frown, ev'n frowns so lovely make her,

That I of force am forced still to love.

Since that I must, and yet cannot forsake her,

My fruitless prayers shall cease in vain to move her;

MUST

my devoted heart desist to love her? No: love I may, but I may not confess it.

What harder thing than love, and yet depress it?
Love most conceal'd, doth most itself discover.
Had I no pen to shew that I approve her ;

Were I tongue-tied, that I might not address it,
In plaints and prayers unfeigned to express it,
Yet could I not my deep affection cover.
Had I no pen, my very tears would shew it,
Which write my true affection in my face.

Were I tongue-tied, my sighs would make her know it,
Which witness that I grieve at my disgrace.

1 then. edit. 1602.

m move.-edit. 1608, but probably a misprint.

Since then, though silent, I my love discover,
Oh let my pen have leave to say, I love her!

QUID PLUMA LEVIUS? PULVIS.

QUID PULVERE?

VENTUS.

QUID VENTO?

MULIER. QUID MULIERE? NIHIL.

TRANSLATED THUS.

DUST is lighter than a feather,

And the wind more light than either:
But a Woman's fickle mind,

More than feather, dust, or wind.

n Walter Davison.

W. D."

SONNETS, ODES, ELEGIES,

AND OTHER POESIES.

TEN SONNETS BY T. W.

'A DIALOGUE

BETWEEN THE LOVER AND HIS HEART.°

LOVER. SPEAK, gentle heart, where is thy dwelling

place?

HEART. With her whose birth the heav'ns themselves

LOVER.

LOVER.

have blest.

What dost thou there ?P-HEART. Sometimes behold her face,

And lodge sometimes within her chrystal

breast.

She cold, thou hot, how can you then agree? HEART. Not Nature now, but Love doth govern me.

• A note to Sir Egerton Brydges's edition informs us, that this sonnet and the following, with some slight variations by Thomas Watson, were inserted in the Hekatompathia, or Passionate Century of Love. They were not introduced in the first edition of the "Rhapsody."

pHere."-edit. 1621.