What recketh he his rider's angry stir, His flattering holla, or his Stand, I say? He sees his love, and nothing else he sees, Look, when a painter would surpass the life, In limning out a well-proportion'd steed, His art with nature's workmanship at strife, As if the dead the living should exceed ; So did this horse excell a common one, In shape, in courage, colour, pace, and bone. Round-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide, High crest, short ears, straight legs, and passing Thin strong, mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide : Look what a horse should have, he did not lack, Save a proud rider on so proud a back. Sometime he scuds far off, and there he stares; 13 To bid the wind a base] i. e. to challenge the wind to contend with him in speed: base,-prison-base, or prisonbars,-was a rustic game, consisting chiefly in running. C And whêr14 he run, or fly, they knew not whether; For thro' his mane and tail the high wind sings, Fanning the hairs, who wave like feather'd wings. He looks upon his love, and neighs unto her; She answers him, as if she knew his mind: Being proud, as females are, to see him woo her, She puts on outward strangeness, seems unkind; Spurns at his love, and scorns the heat he feels, Beating his kind embracements with her heels. Then, like a melancholy male-content, His testy master goeth about to take him; When lo, the unback'd breeder, full of fear, Jealous of catching, swiftly doth forsake him, With her the horse, and left Adonis there: As they were mad, unto the wood they hie them, Out-stripping crows that strive to over-fly them. All swoln with chasing, down Adonis sits, wher] i. e. whether. 15 vails] i. e. lowers. That love-sick Love by pleading may be blest; An oven that is stopp'd, or river stay'd, He sees her coming, and begins to glow, For all askaunce he holds her in his eye. O what a sight it was, wistly to view Now was she just before him as he sat, 16 the heart's attorney] i. e. the tongue. His tenderer cheek receives her soft hand's print, O what a war of looks was then between them! His Full gently now she takes him by the hand, Or ivory in an alabaster band; So white a friend engirts so white a foe: Once more the engine of her thoughts began: "O fairest mover on this mortal round, "Would thou wert as I am, and I a man, 'My heart all whole as thine, thy heart my wound;18 "For one sweet look thy help I would assure thee, "Though nothing but my body's bane would cure thee." "Give me my hand," saith he, "why dost thou feel it?" [have it; "Give me my heart," saith she, "and thou shalt 17 his] i. e. its. 18 thy heart my wound] i. e. MALONE. mine is." "thy heart wounded as " O give it me, lest thy hard heart do steel it, And being steel'd, soft sighs can never grave it : "Then love's deep groans I never shall regard, "Because Adonis' heart hath made mine hard." "For shame," he cries, "let go, and let me go; 'My day's delight is past, my horse is gone, "And 'tis your fault I am bereft him so; “I pray you hence, and leave me here alone: "For all my mind, my thought, my busy care, “Is how to get my palfrey from the mare.” Thus she replies: "Thy palfrey, as he should, "Welcomes the warm approach of sweet desire. “Affection is a coal that must be cool'd; Else, suffer'd, it will set the heart on fire: "The sea hath bounds, but deep desire hath none, "Therefore no marvel though thy horse be gone. "How like a jade he stood, tied to the tree, Servilely master'd with a leathern rein ! “But when he saw his love, his youth's fair fee, "He held such petty bondage in disdain ; "Throwing the base thong from his bending crest, "Enfranchising his mouth, his back, his breast. "Who sees his true love in her naked bed, "Teaching the sheets a whiter hue than white, "But, when his glutton eye so full hath fed, "His other agents aim at like delight? |