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A reverend man that graz'd his cattle nigh- "Well could be ride, and often men would say Sometime a blusterer, that the ruffle knew “That horse his mettle from his rider takes: Of court, of city, and had let go by

Proud of subjection, noble by the sway, The swiftest hours, observed as they flew— 60 What rounds, what bounds, what course, wba: Towards this afflicted fancy fastly drew;

stop he makes!” And, privileg'd by age, desires to know And controversy hence a question takes, In brief the grounds and motives of her woe. Whether the horse by him became his deed,

Or he his manage by the well-doing steed. So slides he down upon his grained bat, 64 And comely-distant sits he by her side;

‘But quickly on this side the verdict went: When he again desires her, being sat,

His real habitude gave life and grace Her grievance with his hearing to divide: To appertainings and to ornament, If that from him there may be aught applied 68 Accomplish'd in himself, not in his case: Which may her suffering ecstasy assuage, All aids, themselves made fairer by their place 'Tis promis'd in the charity of age.

Came for additions; yet their purpos'd trim

Piec'd not his grace, but were all grac'd by biu. 'Father,' she says, though in me you behold The injury of many a blasting hour, 72 So on the tip of his subduing tongue Let it not tell your judgment I am old;

All kind of arguments and question deep, Not age, but sorrow, over me hath power: All replication prompt, and reason strong, I might as yet have been a spreading flower, For his advantage still did wake and sleep: Fresh to myself, if I had self-applied 76 To make the weeper laugh, the laugher Feep Love to myself and to no love beside.

He had the dialect and different skill,

Catching all passions in his craft of will: "But woe is me! too early I attended A youthful suit, it was to gain my grace, That he did in the general bosom reign Of one by nature's outwards so commended, 80 of young, of old; and sexes both enchanted, :21 That maidens' eyes stuck over all his face. To dwell with him in thoughts, or to remain Love lack'd a dwelling, and made him her In personal duty, following where he haunted: place;

Consents bewitch'd, ere he desire, have granted And when in his fair parts she did abide, And dialogu'd for him what he would say, 132 She was new lodg'd and newly deified. 84 Ask'd their own wills, and made their wills obey. ‘His browny locks did hang in crooked curls, 'Many there were that did his picture get, And every light occasion of the wind

To serve their eyes, and in it put their mind; Upon his lips their silken parcels hurls. Like fools that in the imagination set 136 What's sweet to do, to do will aptly find: 88 The goodly objects which abroad they find Each eye that saw him did enchant the mind, Of lands and mansions, theirs in thought For on his visage was in little drawn

assign'd; What largeness thinks in Paradise was sawn. And labouring in more pleasures to bestos

them ‘Small show of man was yet upon his chin; 92 Than the true gouty landlord which doth ofe His phonix down began but to appear

them. Like unshorn velvet on that termless skin Whose bare out-bragg'd the web it seem'd to So many have, that never touch'd his band, Wear;

Sweetly suppos d them mistress of his heart. Yet show'd his visage by that cost more dear, 96 My woeful self, that did in freedom stand, And nice affections wavering stood in doubt And was my own fee-simple, not in part, If best were as it was, or best without.

What with his art in youth, and youth in art,

Threw my affections in his charmed power, 'His qualities were beauteous as his form,

Reserv'd the stalk and gave him all my flower. For maiden-tongu'd he was, and thereof free;

100 'Yet did I not, as some my equals did, 148 Yet, if men mov'd him, was he such a storm Demand of him, nor being desired yielded; As oft 'twixt May and April is to see,

Finding myself in honour so forbid, When winds breathe sweet, unruly though they With safest distance I mine honour shielded. be.

Experience for me many bulwarks builded 19 His rudeness so with his authoriz'd youth 104 of proofs new-bleeding, which remain'd the fou Did livery falseness in a pride of truth. Of this false jewel, and his amorous spoil.





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'But, ah! who ever shunn’d by precedent "And, lo! behold these talents of their hair,
The destin'd ill she must herself assay? 156 With twisted metal amorously impleach'd, 205
Or forc'd examples, 'gainst her own content, I have receiv'd from many a several fair,
To put the by-pass'd perils in her way?

Their kind acceptance weepingly beseech'd,
Counsel may stop awhile what will not stay; With the annexions of fair gems enrich'd, 208
For when we rage, advice is often seen 160 And deep-brain's sonnets, that did amplify
By blunting us to make our wits more keen. Each stone's dear nature, worth, and quality.
Nor gives it satisfaction to our blood,

*** The diamond; why, 'twas beautiful and hard, That we must curb it upon others' proof; Whereto his invis'd properties did tend; To be forbid the sweets that seem so good, 164 The deep-green emerald, in whose fresh regard For fear of harms that preach in our behoof. Weak sights their sickly radiance do amend; O appetitel from judgment stand aloof; The heaven-bu'd sapphire and the opal blend The one a palate hath that needs will taste, 167 With objects manifold: each several stone, 216 Though Reason weep, and cry “It is thy last.” With wit well blazon'd, smil'd or made some For further I could say “This man's untrue," And knew the patterns of his foul beguiling; ""Lol all these trophies of affections hot, 6. Heard where his plants in others' orchards grew, Of pensiv'd and subdu'd desires the tender, 219 Saw how deceits were gilded in his smiling; 172 Nature hath charg'd me that I hoard them not, Knew vows were ever brokers to defiling; But yield them up where I myself must render, Thought characters and words merely but art, That is, to you, my origin and ender; And bastards of his foul adulterate heart. For these, of force, must your oblations be,

Since I their And long these terms I held my city, 176

you el patron me. 224 upon Till thus he'gan besiege me: Gentle maid, “O! then, advance of yours that phraseless Have of my suffering youth some feeling pity, hand, And be not of my holy vows afraid:

Whose white weighs down the airy scale of That's to ye sworn to none was ever said; 180 praise; For feasts of love I have been call'd unto, Take all these similes to your own command, Till now did ne'er invite, nor never woo. Hallow'd with sighs that burning lungs did *"“All my offences that abroad you see


What me your minister, for you obeys,
Are errors of the blood, none of the mind; 184
Love made them not: with acture they may be, Their distract parcels in combined sums.

Works under you; and to your audit comes
Where neither party is nor true nor kind:
They sought their shame that so their shame ““Lol this device was sent me from a nun, 23%
did find,

Or sister sanctified, of holiest note; And so much less of shame in me remains, 188 Which late her noble suit in court did shun, By how much of me their reproach contains. Whose rarest havings made the blossoms dote;

For she was sought by spirits of richest coat, 236 “Among the many that mine eyes have seen,

But kept cold distance, and did thence remove, Not one whose flame my heart so much as warm'd,

To spend her living in eternal love. Or my affection put to the smallest teen, 192 But, O my sweet! what labour is 't to leave Or any of my leisures ever charm'd:

The thing we have not, mastering what not Harm have I done to them, but ne'er was strives,

240 harm'd;

Paling the place which did no form receive, Kept hearts in liveries, but mine own was free, Playing patient sports in unconstrained gyves? And reign'd, commanding in his monarchy. 196 She that her fame so to herself contrives, Look here, what tributes wounded fancies And makes her absence valiant, not her might.

The scars of battle 'scapeth by the flight, 244 Of paled pearls and rubies red as blood; “O! pardon me, in that my boast is true; Figuring that they their passions likewise lent The accident which brought me to her eye

Upon the moment did her force subdue, Of grief and blushes, aptly understood 200 And now she would the caged cloister fly; In bloodless white and the encrimson'd mood; Religious love put out Religion's eye: Effects of terror and dear modesty,

Not to be tempted, would she be immur'd, Encamp'd in hearts, but fighting outwardly. And now, to tempt, all liberty procurd. 252


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"“How mighty then you are, Ol hear me tell: What rocky heart to water will not wear? The broken bosoms that to me belong

What breast so cold that is not warmed bere Have emptied all their fountains in my well, O cleft effect! cold modesty, hot wrath, And mine I pour your ocean all among: 256 Both fire from hence and chill extincture hath I strong o'er them, and you o'er me being "For, lo! his passion, but an art of craft, strong,

Even there resolv'd my reason into tears; 295 Must for your victory us all congest,

There my white stole of chastity I daffd, As compound love to physic your cold breast.

Shook off my sober guards and civil fears; • “My parts had power to charm a sacred nun, Appear to him, as he to me appears, Who, disciplin'd, ay, dieted in grace, 261 All melting; though our drops this differebe Believ'd her eyes when they to assail begun,

bore, All vows and consecrations giving place. His poison'd me, and mine did him restore. O most potential love! vow, bond, nor space,

'In him a plenitude of subtle matter, In thee hath neither sting, knot, nor confine,

Applied to cautels, all strange forms receives, For thou art all, and all things else are thine.

Of burning blushes, or of weeping water, 3e4 “When thou impressest, what are precepts Or swounding paleness; and be takes and leaves. worth

In either's aptness, as it best deceives, Of stale example? When thou wilt inflame, 268 To blush at speeches rank, to weep at woes, How cold!y those impediments stand forth Or to turn white and swound at tragic shows: Of wealth, of filial fear, law, kindred, fame!

"That not a heart which in his level came Love's arms are peace, 'gainst rule, 'gainst could "scape the hail of his all-hurting aim,

sense, 'gainsi shame, And sweetens, in the suffering pange it bears,

Showing fair nature is both kind and tame;

And, veil'd in them, did win whom he would The aloes of all forces, shocks, and fears.


312 ""Now all these hearts that do on mine depend, Against the thing he sought he would erclaim: Feeling it break, with bleeding groans they pine; When he most burn'd in heart-wish'd luxury, And supplicant their sighs to you extend, 276 He preach'd pure maid, and prais d cold chasTo leave the battery that you make 'gainst tity. mine,

Thus merely with the garment of a Grace zis Lending soft audience to my sweet design,

The naked and concealed fiend he cover'd; And credent soul to that strong-bonded oath That shall prefer and undertake my troth.” 280 Which like a cherubin above them hover'd

That the unexperient gave the tempter place, 'This said, his watery eyes he did dismount, Who, young and simple, would not be so Whose sights till then were levell’d on my face; lover'd? Each cheek a river running from a fount 283 Ay me! I fell; and yet do question make With brinish current downward flow'd apace. What I should do again for such a sake. OI bow the channel to the stream gave grace; Who glaz'd with crystal gate the glowing roses oi that false fire which in his cheek so glow'd.

ol that infected moisture of his eye, That Aame through water which their hue oi that forc'd thunder from his heart did tly, encloses.

0! that sad breath his spongy lungs bestow'd 'O father! what a hell of witchcraft lies 288 Ol all that borrow'd motion seeming ow'd, In the small orb of one particular tear, Would yet again betray the fore betray'd, 335 But with the inundation of the eyes

And new pervert a reconciled maid.'




IV. WHEN my love swears that she is made of Sweet Cytherea, sitting by a brook truth,

With young Adonis, lovely, fresh, and green, I do believe her, though I know she lies, Did court the lad with many a lovely look, That she might think me some untutor'd youth, Such looks as none could look but beauty's 1 Unskilful in the world's false forgeries.

queen. Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, She told him stories to delight his ear; Although I know my years be past the best, 6 She show'd him favours to allure his eye; ( smiling credit her false-speaking tongue, To win his heart, she touch'd him here and Outfacing faults in love with love's ill rest.

there, But wherefore says my love that she is young? Touches so soft still conquer chastity. And wherefore say not I that I am old? But whether unripe years did want conceit, O! love's best habit is a soothing tongue,

Or he refus'd to take her figur'd proffer, And age, in love, loves not to have years The tender nibbler would not touch the bait, told.

12 But smile and jest at every gentle offer: Therefore I'll lie with love, and love with me, Then fell she on her back, fair queen, and Since that our faults in love thus smother'd toward: be.

He rose and ran away; ab! fool too froward.

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V. Two loves I have of comfort and despair, If love make me forsworn, how shall I swear to Which like two spirits do suggest me still;

love? The better angel is a man, right fair,

O! never faith could hold, if not to beauty The worser spirit a woman, colour'd ill.

vow'd: To win me soon to hell, my female evil Though to myself forsworn, to thee I'll conTempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt a saint to be a devil, Those thoughts, to me like oaks, to thee like Wooing his purity with her fair pride:

osiers bow'd. And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend Study his bias leaves, and makes his book thine Suspect I may, but not directly tell;

eyes, # For being both to me, both to each friend, Where all those pleasures live that art can I guess one angel in another's hell.

comprehend. The truth I shall not know, but live in If knowledge be the mark, to know thee shall doubt,

suffice; Till my bad angel fire my good one out. Well learned is that tongue that well can thee

commend; III.

All ignorant that soul that sees thee without Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye,

wonder; Gainst whom the world could not hold argu. Which is to me some praise, that I thy parts ment,

admire: Persuade my heart to this false perjury? Thine eye Jove's lightning seems, thy voice his Vows for thee broke deserve not punishment. dreadful thunder, A woman I forswore; but I will prove, Which, not to anger bent, is music and sweet Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee:

fire, My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love; Celestial as thou art, Ol do not love that Thy grace being gain'd cures all disgrace in wrong,

To sing heaven's praise with such an earthly My vow was breath, and breath a vapour is; tongue. Then thou, fair sun, that on this earth dost shine,

VI. Exhale this vapour vow; in thee it is:

Scarce had the sun dried up the dewy morn,
If broken, then it is no fault of mine. 12 And scarce the herd gone to the hedge for shade,

If by me broke, what fool is not so wise When Cytherea, all in love forlorn,
To break an oath, to win a paradise? A longing tarriance for Adonis made





Under an osier growing by a brook,

Her stand she takes upon a steep-up bill: A brook where Adon us'd to cool his spleen: 6 Anon Adonis comes with horn and hounds; $ Hot was the day; she hotter that did look She, silly queen, with more than love's good For his approach, that often there had been. will, Anon he comes, and throws his mantle by, Forbade the boy he should not pass those And stood stark naked on the brook's green brim: grounds: The sun look'd on the world with glorious eye, Once,' quoth she, "did I see a fair sweet youth Yet not so wistly as this queen on him: 12 Here in these brakes deep-wounded with a boar.

He, spying her, bounc'd in, whereas he stood: Deep in the thigh, a spectacle of ruth! 'O Jove,' quoth she, 'why was not I a flood!' See, in my thigh, ' quoth she, “ here was the sore.

She showed hers; he saw more wounds than VII.

one, Fair is my love, but not so fair as fickle;

And blushing filed, and left her all alone. Mild as a dove, but neither true nor trusty; Brighter than glass, and yet, as glass is, brittle;

X. Softer than wax, and yet, as iron, rusty: Sweet rose, fair flower, untimely pluck d, soco

A lily pale, with damask dye to grace her, vaded,

None fairer, nor none falser to deface her. 6 Pluck'd in the bud, and vaded in the spring! Her lips to mine how often hath sbe join'd,

Bright orient pearl, alackl too timely shaded: Between each kiss her oaths of true love swear

Fair creature, kill'd too soon by death's sharp ing!

sting! How many tales to please me hath she coin'd, Like a green plum that hangs upon a tree, Dreading my love, the loss thereof still fearing!

And falls, through wind, before the fall should Yet in the midst of all her pure protestings,

be. Her faith, her oaths, her tears, and all were I weep for thee, and yet no cause I have; jestings.

12 For why thou left'st me nothing in thy will: She burn'd with love, as straw with fire flameth; And yet thou left'st me more than I did erare; She burn'd out love, as soon as straw out. For why I craved nothing of thee still: burneth;

O yes, dear friend, I pardon crave of thee, She fram’d the love, and yet she foil'd the

Thy discontent thou didst bequeath to me. Is framing; She bade love last, and yet she fell a-turning. Was this a lover, or a lecher whether?

Venus, with young Adonis sitting by her

17 Bad in the best, though excellent in neither. Under a myrtle shade, began to woo him:

She told the youngling how god Mars did try

her, If music and sweet poetry agree,

And as he fell to her,ʻso fell she to him. As they must needs, the sister and the brother, 'Even thus,' quoth she, 'the war-like god emThen must the love be great 'twixt thee and me,

brac'd me,' Because thou lov’st the one, and I the other.

And then she clipp'd Adonis in her arms; Dowland to thee is dear, whose heavenly touch 'Even thus,' quoth she, 'the war-like god ucUpon the lute doth ravish human sense; Spenser to me, whose deep conceit is such As if the boy should use like loving charms. As, passing all conceit, needs no defence. ‘Even thus,' quoth sbe, 'he seized on my lips,' Thou lov'st to hear the sweet melodious sound And with her lips on his did act the seizure; That Phoebus' lute, the queen of music, makes; And as she fetched breath, away he skips, And I in deep delight am chiefly drown'd And would not take her meaning nor ber Whenas himself to singing he betakes.

pleasure. One god is god of both, as poets feign;

Ahl that I had my lady at this bay, One knight loves both, and both in thee To kiss and clip me till I ran away.






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Crabbed age and youth cannot live together: Fair was the morn when the fair queen of love, Youth is full of pleasure, age is full of care:

Youth like summer morn, age like winter Paler for sorrow than her milk-white dove,

weather; For Adon's sake, a youngster proud and wild; | Youth like summer brave, age like winter bare

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