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As oft 'twixt May April is to see, [be. For further I could say, this man's untru, When winds breathe sweet, unruly though they And knew the patterns of his foul beguiling; His rudeness so with his authoriz'd youth Heard where his plants in others'orchards grew, Did livery falseness in a pride of truth. Saw how deceits were gilded in his smiling ;

Knew vows were ever brokers to defiling; Well could he ride, and often men would say, Thought, characters, and words, merely but art, That horse his mettle from his rider takes :

And bastards of his foul adulterate heart. Proud of subjectim, noble by the sway, What rounds, whai bounds, what course, what stop Till thus he'gan besiege me: “ Gentle maid,

And long upon these terms I held my city, he makes

Have of my suffering youth some feeling pity, And controversy hence a question takes, Whether the horse by him became his deed,

And be not of my holy vows afraid:

That's to you sworn, to none was ever said; Or he his manage by the well-doing steed.

For feast of love I have been call'd unto, But quickly on this side the verdict went; Till now did ne'er invite, nor never vow. His real habitude gave life and grace

All my offences that abroad you see, To appertainings and to ornament,

Are errors of blood, none of the mind; Accomplish'd in himself, not in his case: Love made them not: with acture they may be, All aids themselves made fairer by their place; Where neither party is nor true nor kind: Came for additions, yet their purpos'd trim They sought their shame that so their shame Piec'd not his grace, but were all grac'd by him. did find; So on the tip of his subduing tongue

And so much less of shame in me remains, All kind of arguments and question deep,

By how much of me their reproach contains. All replication prompt, and reason strong,

Among the many that mine eyes have seen, For his advantage still did wake and sleep: Notone whose flame myheart so much aswarmd, To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep,

Or my affection put to the smallest teen, lle had the dialect and different skill,

Or any of my leisures ever charm'd: Catching all passions in his craft of will; Iların have I done to them, but ne'er was harm'd;

Kept hearts in liveries, but mine own was free, That he did in the general bosom reign And reign'd, commanding in his monarchy. Of young, of old; and sexes both enchanted, To dwell with him in thoughts, or to remain

Look here, what tributes wounded fancies sent In personal duty, following where he haunted:

Of paled pearls, and rubies red as blood; (me, Consents bewitch'd, ere he desire, have granted; Figuring that they their passions likewise lent

Of grief and blushes, aptly understood [ine And dialogu'd from him what he would say, Ask'd theirown wills,and made their wills obey. Effects of terror and dear modesty,

In bloodless white and the encrimson'd mood : Many there were that did his picture get, Encamp'd in hearts, but fighting outwardly. To serve their eyes, and in it put their mind; And lo! behold these talents of their hair, Like fools that in the imagination set With twisted metal amorously impleachd, The goodly objects which abroad they find I have receiv'd from many a several fair, Of lands and inansions, their's in thought as-|(Their kind acceptance weepingly beseech'd.) sign'd:

(them, With the annexions of fair gems enrich'dd, And labouring in more pleasures to bestow And deep-brain'd sonnets, that did amplify Than the true gouty landlord which doth owe Each stones's dear nature, worth, and quality. them.

The diamond; why'twas beautiful and hard, So many have, that never touch'd his hand, Whereto his invis'd properties did tend; Sweetly suppos'd them mistress of his heart. The deep-green emerald, in whose fresh regard My woeful self, that did in freedom stand, Weak sights their sickly radiance do amend ; And was my own fee-simple, (not in part) The heaven-hued sapphire and the opal blend What with his art in youth, and youth'in art, With objects manifold ; each several stone. Threw my affections in his charmed power, With wit well blazon'd, smild or made some Reserv'd ihe stalk, and gave him all my flower. moan. Yet did I not, as some my equals did,

Lo! all these trophies of affections hot, Demand of him, nor being desired, yielded;

Of pensiv'd and subdued desires the tender. Finding myself in honour so forbid,

Nature hath charg'd me that I hoard them not, With safest distance I mine honour shielded : But yield them np where I myself must render, Experience for me many bulwarks builded That is, to you, my origin and ender : of proofs new-bleeding, which remain'd the foil For these, of force, must your oblations be, of this false jewel, and his amorous spoil.

Since I their altar, you enpatron me. But ah! who ever shunn'd by precedent

O then advance of yours that phraseless hand,

Whose white weighs down the airy scale of The destin'd ill she must herself assay ?

praise ; Or forc'd examples, 'gainst her own content,

Take all these similes to your own command, To put the hy-pass'd perils in her way? Hallow'd with sighs that burning lungs did Counsel may stop a while what will not stay; What me your minister, for you obeys, (raise ; For when we rage, advice is often seen

Works under you; and to your audit comes By blunting us to make our wits more keen.

Their distract parcels in combined siims. Nor gives it satisfaction to our blood, Lo! this device was sent me from a nun, That we must curb it upon others' proof; Or sister sanctified, of holiest note ; To be forbid the sweets that seem so good, Which late her noble suit in court did shun, For fear of harms that preach in our behoof. Whose rarest havings made the blossoms dote; O appetite, from judgment stand aloof! For she was sought by spirits of richest coat, The one a palate hath that needs will taste, But kept cold distance, and did thence remove, Though reason weep, and ery- it is thy lasi, To spend her living in eternal love.

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But O, my sweet, what labour is't to leave O, how the channel to the stream gave grace!
The thing we have not, mastering what not Who, glaz'd with crystal, gave the glowing

Paling the place which did no form receive ;- That fiame through water which their nue in-
Playing patient sports in unconstrained gyves: O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies
She that her fame so to herself contrives,
The scars of battle scapeth by the flight,

In the small orb of one particular tear?
And makes her absence valiant, not her might. What rocky heart to water will not wear?

But with the inundation of the eyes
() pardon me, in that my boast is true; What breast so cold that is not warmed here?
The accident which brought me to her eye, O cleft effect! cold modesty, hot wrath,
Upon the moment did her force subdue, Both fire from hence and chill extincture hath!
And now she would the caged cloister fly;
Religious love put out religion's eye:

For lo! his passion, but an art of craft,
Not to be tempted, would she be immurd,

Even there resolv'd my reason into tears;
And now, to tempt all, liberty procur'd.

There my white stole of chastity I daffd,

Shook off my sober guards and civil sears;
How mighty then you are, O hear me tell!

Appear to him, as be to me appears,
The broken bosoms that to me belong,


All melting; though our drops this difference
Have emptied all their fountains in my well,

His poison'd me, and mine did him restore.
And mine I pour your ocean all among:
I strong o'er them, and you o'er me being strong, In him a plenitude of subtle matter,
Must for your victory us all congest,

Applied to cautels, all strange forms receives,
As compound love to physic your cold breast. of burning blushes, or of weeping water,
My parts had power to charm a sacred sun,

Or swooning paleness; and he takes and leaves,
Who, disciplin'd and dieted in grace,

In either's aptness, as it best deceives
Believ'd her eyes, when they to assail begun,

To blush at speeches rapk, to weep at woes,
All vows and consecrations giving place :

Or to turn white and swoon at tragic shews. () most potential love! vow, bond, nor space,

That not a heart which in his level came,
In thee hath neither sting, knot, nor contine, Could 'scape the hail of his all-hurting aim,
For thou art all, and all things else are thine. Shewing fair nature is both kind and tame;
When thou impressest, what are precepts worth | And veil'd in them, did win whom he would
Of stale example? When thou wilt inflame,

maim :
How coldly those impediments stand forth,

Against the thing be sought he would exclaim: Of wealth of filial fear, law, kindred, fame?

When he most burn'd in heart-wish'd luxury, Love's arms are pence, 'gainst rule, 'gainst He preach'd pure maid, and prais'd cold chastity. sense, 'gainst shame;

Thus merely with the garment of a Grace
And sweetens, in the suffering pangs it bears, The naked and concealed fiend he coverd;
The aloes of all forces, shocks and fears. That the unexperienc'd gave the tempter place,
Now all these hearts that do on mine depend, Which, like a cherubim, above then hover'd.
l'eeling it break, with bleeding groans they pine; Who, young and simple, would not be so lover'd?
And supplicant their sighs to you extend, Ah me! I fell; and yet do question make,
To leave the battery that you make'gainst inine, What I should do again for such a sake.
Lending soft audience my sweet design, 0, that infected moisture of his eye,
And credent soul to that strong-bonded oath O, that false fire which in his cheek so glow'd,
That shall prefer and undertake my troth." O, that forc'd thunder from his heart did fiy,
This said, his watery eyes he did dismount,

O, that sad breath his spongy lungs bestowa,
Whose sights till then were level'd on my face o, all that borrow'd motion, seeming ow'd,
Each cheek a river running from a fount

Would yet again betray the fore-betray'd,
With brinish current downward flow'd apace: And new pervert a reconciled maid.


The Passionate Pilgrim.




She told the youngling how god Mars did try SWEET Cytherea, sitting by a brook,

her, With young Adonis, lovely, fresh, and green, And as he fell to her, so fell she to him. Did court the lad with many a lovely look, Even thus, quoth shé, the warlike god emSuch looks as none could look but beauty's

brac'd me, queen.

And then she clipp'd Adonis in her arms; She told him stories to delight his ear; Even thus, quoth she, the warlike god unlaced

She shew'd him favours to allure his eye; To win his heart, she touch'd him bere and As if the boy should use like loving charms:

Touches so soft still conquer chastity. [there : Even thus, quoth she, he seized on my lips, But whether unripe years did want conceit, And with her lips on his did act the seizure ;

Or he refus'd to take her figur'd proffer, And as she fetched breath, away he skips, The tender nibbler would not touch the bait, And would not take her meaning nor her But smile and jest at every gentle offer:

pleasure. Then fell she on her back, fair queen, and to Ah! that I had my lady at this bay, ward;

To kiss and clip me till I run away! He rose and ran away; ah, fool too froward !

v. II.

Crabbed age and youth Scarce had the sun dried up the dewy morn,

Cannot live together; And scarce the herd gone to the hedge for

Youth is full of pleasance, shade,

Age is full of care: When Cytherea, all in love forlorn,

Youth like summer morn, A longing tarriance for Adonis made,

Age like winter weather; Under an osier growing by a brook,

Youth like summer brave, A brook, where A don us'd to cool his spleen: Age like winter bare. Ilot was the day; she hotter that did look

Youth is full of sport, For his approach, that often there had been. Age's breath is short, Anon he comes, and throws his mantle by,

Youth is nimble, age is lame;
And stood stark naked on the brook's green Youth is hot and bold,

Age is weak and cold;
The sun look'd on the world with glorious eye, Youth is wild, and age is tane.
Yet not so wistly, as this queen on him :

Age, I do abhor thee,
He spying her, bounc'd in, whereas he stood; Youth, I do adore thee;
O Jove, quoth she, why was not I a flood ?

0, my love, my love is young; III.

Age, I do defy thee;

O, sweet shepherd, hie thee, Fair was the morn, when the fair queen of love, For methiūkst thou stay'st too long. Paler for sorrow than her milk-white dove,

VI. For Adon's sake, a youngster proud and wild; Sweet rose, fair flower, untimely pluck'd, soon Her stand she takes upon a steep-up hill:

faded, Anon Adonis comes with horn and hounds; Pluck'd in the hud, and faded in the spring! She, silly queen, with more than love's good will, Bright orient pearl, alack! too timely shaded ! Forbade the boy he should not pass those Fair creature, kill'd too soon by death's sharp grounds;

sting! Once, quoth she, did I see a fair sweet youth Like a green plum that hangs upon a tree, Here in these brakes deep-wounded with a And falls, through wind, before the fall shonia boar,

I weep for thee, and yet no cause I have; [be. Deep in the thigh, a spectacle of ruth!

For why? thou left'st me nothing in thy will. See, in my thigh, quoth she, here was the And yet thou left'st me more than I did crave;

[one, For why? I craved nothing of thee still: She shewed hers; he saw more wounds than o yes, dear friend, I pardon crave of thee: And blushing fled, and left her all alone. Thy discontent thou didst bequeath to me.

VII. Venns with young Adonis sitting by her, Fair is my love, but not so fair as fickle, Under a myrtle shade, began to woo him; Mild as a dove, but neither true nor trusty;




Brighter than glass, and yet, as glass is, brittle, And as goods lost are seld or never found,

Softer than wax, and yet, as iron, rusty: As faded gloss no rubbing will refresh, A lily pale, with damask die to grace her, As flowers dead, lie wither'd on the ground, None fairer, nor none falser to deface her. As broken glass no cement can redress, Her lips to mine how often hath she join'd, So beauty blemish'd once, for ever's lost, Between each kiss her oaths of true love In spite of physic, painting, pain, and cost. swearing!

XI. How many tales to please me hath she coin'd, Good night, good rest. Ah! neither be my Dreading my love, the loss thereof still fear

share: ing!

She bade good night, that kept my rest away; Yet in the midst of all her pure protestings, And dafr'd me to a cabin hang'd with care, Her faith, her oaths, her tears, and all were To descant on the doubts of my decay. jestings.

Farewell, quoth she, and come again to-morrow; She burn'd with love, as straw with fire flameth; Fare well I could not, for I supp'd with sorrow. She burn'd out love, as soon as straw out-burn- Yet at my parting sweetly did she smile, eth;

(ing; In scorn or friendship, nill I construe whether She fram'd the love, and yet she foil'd the tram- "Tmay be, she joy'd to jest at my exile, She bade love last, and yet she fell a turning. 'Tmay be, again to make me wander thither; Was this a lover, or a lecher whether? Wander, a word for shadows like thyself, Bad in the best, though excellent in neither. As take the pain, but cannot pluck the pelf. VIII.

XII. Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye, Lord, how mine eyes throw gazes to the east ! 'Gainst whom the world cannot hold argu- My heart doth charge the watch; the mornment,

ing rise Persuade my heart to this false perjury ? - Doth cite each moving sense from idle rest.

Vows for thee broke deserve not punishment, Not daring trust the office of mine eyes, A woman, forswore; but I will prove,

While Philomela sits and sings, I sit and mark, Thou being a goddess, I foreswore not thee: And wish her lays were tuned like the lark; My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love; For she doth welcome day-light with her ditty, Thy grace being gaiu'd, cures all disgrace in And drives away dark dismal-dreaming night:

The night so pack'd, I post unto my pretty ; My vow was breath, and breath a vapour is; Heart hath his hope, and eyes their wished Then thou fair sun, which on my earth dost sight;

(row; shine,

Sorrow cbang'd to solace, solace mix'd with sorExhal'st this vapour vow; in thee it is : For why? she sighed, and bade me come toIf broken, then it is no fault of mine.

morrow. If by me broke, what fool is not so wise

Were I with her, the night would post too soon; To break an oath to win a paradise?

But now are minutes added to the hours: IX.

To spite me now, each minute seems a moon;

Yet not for me, shine sun to succour flowers! If love make me forsworn, how shall I swear to love?

Pack night, peep day, good day, of night now O, never faith could hold, if not to beauty short night, to-night, and length thyself to

borrow: vow'd : Though to myself forsworn, to thee I'll constant

XIII. prove: Those thoughts, to me like oaks, to thee like It was a lording's daughter, the fairest one of osiers bow'd.


[be, Study his bias leaves, and makes his book thine That liked of her master as well as well might eyes,

Till looking on an Englishman, the fairest eye Where all those pleasures live, that art can Her fancy fell a turning. (could see, comprehend.

Long was the combat doubtful, that love with If knowledge be the mark, to know thee shall love did fight,

[lant knight: snffice;

To leave the master loveless, or kill the galWell learned is that tongne that well can thee To put in practice either, alas it was a spite commend ;

Unto the silly damsel. All ignorant that soul that sees thee without But one must be refused, more mickle was the wonder;


(to gain, Which is to me some praise, that I thy parts That nothing could be used, to turn them both admire :

For of the two the trusty knight was woundThine eye Jove's lightning seems, thy voice ed with disdain: his dreadful thunder,

Alas, she could not help it! [the day, Which (not to anger bent) is music and Thus art with arms contending was victor of sweet fire,

Which by a gift of learning did hear the maid Celestial as thou art, O do not love that wrong, away;

[lady gay; To sing the heavens' praise with such an Then lullaby, the learned man hath got the earthly tongue.

For now my song is ended,

Benuty is but a vain and doubtful good,

On a day (alack the day!) A shining gloss, that fadeth suddenly ;

Love, whose month was ever May, A flower that dies, when first it gins to bud; Spy'd a blossom passing fair,

A brittle glass, that's broken presently ; Playing in the wanton air: A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower,

Through the velvet leaves the wind, Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour.

All unseen, 'gan passage find;


That the lover, sick to death,

Let reason rule things worthy blame, Wish'd himself the heaven's breathi.

As well as fancy, partial like: Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow;

Take counsel of some wiser head, Air, would I might triumph so!

Neither too young, nor yet unwed. But, alas! my hand hath sworn

And when thou com'st thy tale to tell, Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn: Smooth not thy tongue with filed talk, Vow, alack, for youth unmeet;

Lest she some subtle practice swell ; Youth, so apt to pluck a sweet.

(A cripple soon can find a halt:) Do not call it sin in me,

But plainly say thou lov'st her well, That I am forsworm for thee;

And set thy person forth to sell. Thou for whom Jove would swear

And to her will frame all thy ways; Juno but an Ethiope were ;

Spare not to spend,--and chiefly there And deny himself for Jove,

Where thy desert may merit praise,
Turning mortal for thy love.

By ringing always in her ear:

The strongest castle, tower, and town,

The golden bullet beats it down.
My flocks feed not,
My ewes breed not,

Serve always with assured trust,
My rams speed not,

And in thy suit be humble, true ;
All is amiss :

Unless thy lady prove unjust,
Love's denying,

Seek never thou to choose anew :
Faith's defying,

When time shall serve, be thou not slack
Heart's denying,

To proffer, though she put thee back. Causer of this.

What though her frowning brows be bent, All my merry jigs are quite forgot,

Her cloudy looks will clear ere night; All my lady's love is lost, God wot:

And then too late she will repent
Where her faith was firmly fix'd in love, That she dissembled her delight;
There a nay is plac'd without remove.

And twice desire, ere it be day,
One silly cross

That with such scorn she put away.
Wrought all my loss;

What though she strive to try her strength,
O frowning fortune, cursed, fickle dame! And ban and brawl, and say thee nay,
For now I see

Her feeble force will yield at length,

When craft hath taught her thus to say, More in women than in men remain.

Kad women been so strong as men,
In black mourn I,

In faith you had not had it then.
All fears scorn I,

The wiles and guiles that women work,
Love hath forlorn me,

Dissembled with an outward shew,
Living in thrall :

The tricks and toys that in them lurk,
Heart is bleeding,

The cock that treads them shall not know.
All help needing,

Have you not heard it said full oft, (O cruel speeding!)

A woman's nay doth stand for nought? Fraughted with gall!

Think, women love to match with men, My shepherd's pipe can sound no deal,

And not to live so like a saint: My wether's bell rings doleful knell;

Here is no heaven; they holy then
My curtail dog that wont to have play'd, Begin, when age doth them attaint.
Plays not at all, but seems afraid;

Were kisses all the joys in bed,
My sighs so deep,

One woman would another wed.
Procure to weep,
In howling-wise, to see my doleful plight.

But soft: enough,- too much I fear;.

For if my lady hear my song,
How sighs resound
Through harkless ground, [fight!

She will not stick to ring mine ear,
Like a thousand vanquish'd 'men in bloody

To teach my tongue to be so long:

Yet will she blush, here be it said,
Clear wells spring not,

To hear her secrets so bewray'd.
Sweet birds sing not,

Loud bells ring not

As it fell upon a day,

In the merry month of May,
Herds stand weeping,

Sitting in a pleasant shade
Flocks all sleeping,

Which a grove of myrtles made.
Nymphs back peeping

Beasts did leap, and birds did sing,

Trees did grow, and plants did spring:
All our pleasure known to us poor awains, Every thing did banish moan,
All our merry meetings on the plains,

Save the nightingale alone: All our evening sport from us is fled,

She, poor bird, as all forlorn,
All our love is lost, for love is dead.

Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn,
Farewell, sweet lass,

And there sung the dolefull'st ditty,
Thy like ne'er was

(moan: That to hear it was great pity : For a sweet content, the cause of all my Fie, fie, fie, now would she cry, Poor Coridon

Teru, Teru, by and by :
Must live alone,

That to hear her so complain,
Other help for him I see that there is none. Scarce I could from tears refrain;

For her griefs so lively shewn,

Made me think upon mine own.
When as thine eye hath chose the dame, Ah!(thought I) thou mourn'st in vain;
And stali'd the deer that thou would'st strike, None take pity on thy pain :

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