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COMPLAINT OF A LOVER REBUKED Love, that liveth and reigneth in my thought, That built his seat within my captive breast, Clad in the arms wherein with me he fought, Oft in my face he doth his banner rest. She that me taught to love and suffer pain, My doubtful hope and eke my hot desire With shamefast cloak to shadow and refrain, Her smiling grace converteth straight to ire. The coward Love then to the heart apace Taketh his flight, whereas he lurks and plains,3 His purpose lost, and dare not show his face. For my lord's guilt thus faultless bide I pains. Yet from my lord shall not my foot remove; Sweet is his death that takes his end by love.
DESCRIPTION AND PRAISE OF HIS LOVE
From Tuscan came my lady's worthy race;
Her beauty of kind, her virtues from above.
THE MEANS TO ATTAIN HAPPY LIFE
Martial, the things that do attain
1 float mixes laments is named from nature
Resteth here, that quick could never rest;
A mark, the which (unperfected, for time)
In neither fortune lost, nor yet repressed,
Of manhood's shape, where she the mold did
But to the heavens that simple soul is fled, Which left with such as covet Christ to know Witness of faith that never shall be dead, Sent for our health, but not received so.
1 equal 2 moderate 3 anvil bereft affection
They whisted' all, with fixed face attent,
How that the Greeks did spoil and overthrow
And lo! moist night now from the welkin falls,
A huge horse made, high raised like a hill,
There stands in sight an isle hight Tenedon, Rich and of fame while Priam's kingdom stood, Now but a bay and road unsure for ship. Hither them secretly the Greeks withdrew, Shrouding themselves under the desert shore; And, weening we they had been fled and gone, And with that wind had fet3 the land of Greece, Troy discharged her long continued dole." The gates cast up, we issued out to play, The Greekish camp desirous to behold, The places void and the forsaken coasts. Here Pyrrhus' band, there fierce Achilles pight; Here rode their ships, there did their battles join. Astonied some the scathful gift beheld, Behight by vow unto the chaste Minerve,All wondering at the hugeness of the horse. And first of all Timotes gan advise
Within the walls to lead and draw the same,
Lo! foremost of a rout that followed him,
To view our towers, and overwhelm our town. Here lurks some craft. Good Troyans give no trust Unto this horse, for, whatsoever it be,
I dread the Greeks, yea when they offer gifts.""
GEORGE GASCOIGNE (1525?-1577)
THE STEEL GLASS
Alas, my lord, my haste was all too hot,
But bumbast, bolster, frizzle, and perfume.
They mar with musk the balm which nature made
The younger sort come piping on apace,
1 became silent 2 lamentable 3 fetched, reached sorrow 5 camped, tendebat harmful 7 promised
Till they have caught the birds for whom they birded.
The elder sort go stately stalking on,
They be so sure, even wo to men indeed.
THOMAS SACKVILLE, LORD
FROM THE INDUCTION
Whereby I knew that she a goddess was, And therewithal resorted to my mind My thought, that late presented me the glass Of brittle state, of cares that here we find, Of thousand woes to silly men assigned; And how she now bid me come and behold, To see with eye that erst in thought I rolled. 168
Flat down I fell, and with all reverence
Adored her, perceiving now that she,
"I shall thee guide first to the griesly lake,
This shalt thou see, but great is the unrest
And with these words as I upraised stood, And 'gan to follow her that straightforth paced, Ere I was ware, into a desert wood
We now were come; where, hand in hand embraced,
She led the way, and through the thick SO traced,
As, but I had been guided by her might,
It was no way for any mortal wight.
And first within the porch and jaws of Hell Sat deep Remorse of Conscience, all besprent With tears: and to herself oft would she tell Her wretchedness, and cursing never stent To sob and sigh; but ever thus lament With thoughtful care, as she that all in vain Would wear and waste continually in pain. 2 called 3 scum
Her eyes unsteadfast, rolling here and there, Whirled on each place, as place that vengeance brought,
So was her mind continually in fear,
Tossed and tormented with the tedious thought
Next saw we Dread, all trembling how he
With foot uncertain proferred here and there; Benumbed of speech, and with a ghastly look Searched every place all pale and dead for fear, His cap borne up with staring' of his hair, Stoynd and amazed at his own shade for dread, And fearing greater dangers than was need. 238
And next within the entry of this lake Sat fell Revenge, gnashing her teeth for ire, Devising means how she may vengeance take, Never in rest till she have her desire; But frets within so farforth 3 with the fire Of wreaking flames, that now determines she To die by Death, or venged by Death to be. 245
When fell Revenge with bloody foul pretence Had shown herself as next in order set, With trembling limbs we softly parted thence, Till in our eyes another sigh we met: When from my heart a sight forthwith I fet,* Rueing, alas! upon the woeful plight Of Misery, that next appeared in sight.
His face was lean, and somewhat pined away, And eke his hands consumed to the bone, And what his body was I cannot say, For on his carcass raiment had he none Save clouts and patches, pieced one by one. With staff in hand, and scrip on shoulders cast, His chief defence against the winter's blast. 259
His food, for most, was wild fruits of the trees, Unless sometime some crumbs fell to his share, Which in his wallet long, God wot, kept he. As on the which full daintily would he fare; His drink the running stream, his cup the bare Of his palm closed, his bed the hard cold ground. To this poor life was Misery y-bound.
With retchless hand in grave doth cover it,
The gladsome light, but, in the ground y-lain,
But who had seen him, sobbing how he stood
This wretched Age should life desire so fain, 328 And knows full well life doth but length his pain.
Crookbacked he was, toothshaken, and blear-
Went on three feet, and sometime crept on four,
And fast by him pale Malady was placed,
But oh! the doleful sight that then we see; We turned our look, and on the other side A griesly shape of Famine mought we see, With greedy looks, and gaping mouth that cried, And roared for meat as she should there have died; Her body thin and bare as any bone, Whereto was left nought but the case alone.
And that, alas! was gnawen on everywhere, All full of holes, that I ne mought refrain From tears, to see how she her arms could tear, And with her teeth gnash on the bones in vain; When all for nought she fain would so sustain Her starved corse, that rather seemed a shade Than any substance of a creature made. 357
Great was her force, whom stone wall could
Her tearing nails snatching at all she saw;
1 careless 2 bare worn with age recovery terrible
Lastly stood War, in glittering arms y-clad, With visage grim, stern looks, and blackly hued; In his right hand a naked sword he had, That to the hilts was all with blood embrued: And in his left (that kings and kingdoms rued) Famine and fire he held, and therewithal 391 He razed towns, and threw down towers and all.
Cities he sacked, and realms, that whilom
In honour, glory, and rule above the best,