a defence of poesie and poems-第19章

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Of　this　high　grace；　with　bliss　conjoined；　No　farther　debt　on　me　is　laid；　Since　that　in　self…same　metal　coined；　Sweet　lady；　you　remain　well　paid；

For　if　my　place　give　me　great　pleasure；　Having　before　my　nature's　treasure；　In　face　and　eyes　unmatched　being；　You　have　the　same　in　my　hands；　seeing　What　in　your　face　mine　eyes　do　measure。

Nor　think　the　match　unevenly　made；　That　of　those　beams　in　you　do　tarry；　The　glass　to　you　but　gives　a　shade；　To　me　mine　eyes　the　true　shape　carry；　For　such　a　thought　most　highly　prized；　Which　ever　hath　Love's　yoke　despised；　Better　than　one　captived　perceiveth；　Though　he　the　lively　form　receiveth；　The　other　sees　it　but　disguised。



POEM：　　SONNETS



The　dart；　the　beams；　the　sting；　so　strong　I　prove；　Which　my　chief　part　doth　pass　through；　parch；　and　tie；　That　of　the　stroke；　the　heat；　and　knot　of　love；　Wounded；　inflamed；　knit　to　the　death；　I　die。

Hardened　and　cold；　far　from　affection's　snare　Was　once　my　mind；　my　temper；　and　my　life；　While　I　that　sight；　desire；　and　vow　forbare；　Which　to　avoid；　quench；　lose；　nought　boasted　strife。

Yet　will　not　I　grief；　ashes；　thraldom　change　For　others'　ease；　their　fruit；　or　free　estate；　So　brave　a　shot；　dear　fire；　and　beauty　strange；　Bid　me　pierce；　burn；　and　bind；　long　time　and　late；　And　in　my　wounds；　my　flames；　and　bonds；　I　find　A　salve；　fresh　air；　and　bright　contented　mind。

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Virtue；　beauty；　and　speech；　did　strike；　wound；　charm；　My　heart；　eyes；　ears；　with　wonder；　love；　delight；　First；　second；　last；　did　bind；　enforce；　and　arm；　His　works；　shows；　suits；　with　wit；　grace；　and　vows'　might；

Thus　honour；　liking；　trust；　much；　far；　and　deep；　Held；　pierced；　possessed；　my　judgment；　sense；　and　will；　Till　wrongs；　contempt；　deceit；　did　grow；　steal；　creep；　Bands；　favour；　faith；　to　break；　defile；　and　kill；

Then　grief；　unkindness；　proof；　took；　kindled；　taught；　Well…grounded；　noble；　due；　spite；　rage；　disdain：　But　ah；　alas！　in　vain　my　mind；　sight；　thought；　Doth　him；　his　face；　his　words；　leave；　shun；　refrain。　For　nothing；　time；　nor　place；　can　loose；　quench；　ease　Mine　own　embraced；　sought；　knot；　fire；　disease。



POEM：　　WOOING…STUFF



Faint　amorist；　what；　dost　thou　think　To　taste　Love's　honey；　and　not　drink　One　dram　of　gall？　or　to　devour　A　world　of　sweet；　and　taste　no　sour？　Dost　thou　ever　think　to　enter　Th'　Elysian　fields；　that　dar'st　not　venture　In　Charon's　barge？　a　lover's　mind　Must　use　to　sail　with　every　wind。　He　that　loves　and　fears　to　try；　Learns　his　mistress　to　deny。　Doth　she　chide　thee？　'tis　to　show　it；　That　thy　coldness　makes　her　do　it：　Is　she　silent？　is　she　mute？　Silence　fully　grants　thy　suit：　Doth　she　pout；　and　leave　the　room？　Then　she　goes　to　bid　thee　come：　Is　she　sick？　why　then　be　sure；　She　invites　thee　to　the　cure：　Doth　she　cross　thy　suit　with　〃No？〃　Tush；　she　loves　to　hear　thee　woo：　Doth　she　call　the　faith　of　man　In　question？　　Nay；　she　loves　thee　than；　And　if　e'er　she　makes　a　blot；　She's　lost　if　that　thou　hit'st　her　not。　He　that　after　ten　denials；　Dares　attempt　no　farther　trials；　Hath　no　warrant　to　acquire　The　dainties　of　his　chaste　desire。



POEM：　　SONNETS



Since　shunning　pain；　I　ease　can　never　find；　Since　bashful　dread　seeks　where　he　knows　me　harmed；　Since　will　is　won；　and　stopped　ears　are　charmed；　Since　force　doth　faint；　and　sight　doth　make　me　blind；　Since　loosing　long；　the　faster　still　I　bind；　Since　naked　sense　can　conquer　reason　armed；　Since　heart；　in　chilling　fear；　with　ice　is　warmed；　In　fine；　since　strife　of　thought　but　mars　the　mind；　I　yield；　O　Love；　unto　thy　loathed　yoke；　Yet　craving　law　of　arms；　whose　rule　doth　teach；　That；　hardly　used；　who　ever　prison　broke；　In　justice　quit；　of　honour　made　no　breach：　Whereas；　if　I　a　grateful　guardian　have；　Thou　art　my　lord；　and　I　thy　vowed　slave。

When　Love　puffed　up　with　rage　of　high　disdain；　Resolved　to　make　me　pattern　of　his　might；　Like　foe；　whose　wits　inclined　to　deadly　spite；　Would　often　kill；　to　breed　more　feeling　pain；　He　would　not；　armed　with　beauty；　only　reign　On　those　affects　which　easily　yield　to　sight；　But　virtue　sets　so　high；　that　reason's　light；　For　all　his　strife　can　only　bondage　gain：　So　that　I　live　to　pay　a　mortal　fee；　Dead　palsy…sick　of　all　my　chiefest　parts；　Like　those　whom　dreams　make　ugly　monsters　see；　And　can　cry　help　with　naught　but　groans　and　starts：　Longing　to　have；　having　no　wit　to　wish；　To　starving　minds　such　is　god　Cupid's　dish。



POEM：　　SONG



To　the　tune　of　〃Non　credo　gia　che　piu　infelice　amante。〃

The　nightingale；　as　soon　as　April　bringeth　Unto　her　rested　sense　a　perfect　waking；　While　late　bare　earth；　proud　of　new　clothing；　springeth；　Sings　out　her　woes；　a　thorn　her　song…book　making；　And　mournfully　bewailing；　Her　throat　in　tunes　expresseth　What　grief　her　breast　oppresseth；　For　Tereus'　force　on　her　chaste　will　prevailing。　O　Philomela　fair！　　O　take　some　gladness；　That　here　is　juster　cause　of　plaintful　sadness：　Thine　earth　now　springs；　mine　fadeth；　Thy　thorn　without；　my　thorn　my　heart　invadeth。

II。

Alas！　she　hath　no　other　cause　of　anguish；　But　Tereus'　love；　on　her　by　strong　hand　wroken；　Wherein　she　suffering；　all　her　spirits　languish；　Full　womanlike；　complains　her　will　was　broken；　But　I；　who　daily　craving；　Cannot　have　to　content　me；　Have　more　cause　to　lament　me；　Since　wanting　is　more　woe　than　too　much　having。　O　Philomela　fair！　　O　take　some　gladness；　That　here　is　juster　cause　of　plaintful　sadness：　Thine　earth　now　springs；　mine　fadeth；　Thy　thorn　without；　my　thorn　my　heart　invadeth。



POEM：　　SONG



To　the　tune　of　〃Basciami　vita　mia。〃

Sleep；　baby　mine；　Desire's　nurse；　Beauty；　singeth；　Thy　cries；　O　baby；　set　mine　head　on　aching：　The　babe　cries；　〃'Way；　thy　love　doth　keep　me　waking。〃

Lully；　lully；　my　babe；　Hope　cradle　bringeth　Unto　my　children　alway　good　rest　taking：　The　babe　cries；　〃Way；　thy　love　doth　keep　me　waking。〃

Since；　baby　mine；　from　me　thy　watching　springeth；　Sleep　then　a　little；　pap　Content　is　making；　The　babe　cries；　〃Nay；　for　that　abide　I　waking。〃

I。

The　scourge　of　life；　and　death's　extreme　disgrace；　The　smoke　of　hell；　the　monster　called　Pain：　Long　shamed　to　be　accursed　in　every　place；　By　them　who　of　his　rude　resort　complain；　Like　crafty　wretch；　by　time　and　travel　taught；　His　ugly　evil　in　others'　good　to　hide；　Late　harbours　in　her　face；　whom　Nature　wrought　As　treasure…house　where　her　best　gifts　do　bide；　And　so　by　privilege　of　sacred　seat；　A　seat　where　beauty　shines　and　virtue　reigns；　He　hopes　for　some　small　praise；　since　she　hath　great；　Within　her　beams　wrapping　his　cruel　stains。　Ah；　saucy　Pain；　let　not　thy　terror　last；　More　loving　eyes　she　draws；　more　hate　thou　hast。

II。

Woe！　woe　to　me；　on　me　return　the　smart：　My　burning　tongue　hath　bred　my　mistress　pain？　For　oft　in　pain；　to　pain　my　painful　heart；　With　her　due　praise　did　of　my　state　complain。　I　praised　her　eyes；　whom　never　chance　doth　move；　Her　breath；　which　makes　a　sour　answer　sweet；　Her　milken　breasts；　the　nurse　of　child…like　love；　Her　legs；　O　legs！　her　aye　well…stepping　feet：　Pain　heard　her　praise；　and　full　of　inward　fire；　（First　sealing　up　my　heart　as　prey　of　his）　He　flies　to　her；　and；　boldened　with　desire；　Her　face；　this　age's　praise；　the　thief　doth　kiss。　O　Pain！　　I　now　recant　the　praise　I　gave；　And　swear　she　is　not　worthy　thee　to　have。

III。

Thou　pain；　the　only　guest　of　loathed　Constraint；　The　child　of　Curse；　man's　weakness　foster…child；　Brother　to　Woe；　and　father　of　Complaint：　Thou　Pain；　thou　hated　Pain；　from　heaven　exiled；　How　hold'st　thou　her　whose　eyes　constraint　doth　fear；　Whom　cursed　do　bless；　whose　weakness　virtues　arm；　Who　others'　woes　and　plaints　can　chastely　bear：　In　whose　sweet　heaven　angels　of　high　thoughts　swarm？　What　courage　strange　hath　caught　thy　caitiff　heart？　Fear'st　not　a　face　that　oft　whole　hearts　devours？　Or　art　thou　from　above　bid　play　this　part；　And　so　no　help　'gainst　envy　of　those　powers？　If　thus；　alas；　yet　while　those　parts　have　woe；　So　stay　her　tongue；　that　she　no　more　say；　〃O。〃

IV。

And　have　I　heard　her　say；　〃O　cruel　pain！〃　And　doth　she　know　what　mould　her　beauty　bears？　Mourns　she　in　truth；　and　thinks　that　others　feign？　Fears　she　to　feel；　and　feels　not　others'　fears？　Or　doth　she　think　all　pain　the　mind　forbears？　That　heavy　earth；　not　fiery　spirits；　may　plain？　That　eyes　weep　worse　than　heart　in　bloody　tears？