The sun that shines from heaven shines but warm, And were I not immortal, life were done 'Art thou obdurate, flinty, hard as steel? O, had thy mother borne so hard a mind, 'What am I, that thou shouldst contemn me this? And one for interest, if thou wilt have twain. 200 210 'Fie, lifeless picture, cold and senseless stone, Well painted idol, image dull and dead, Statue contenting but the eye alone, Thing like a man, but of no woman bred! Thou art no man, though of a man's complexion, This said, impatience chokes her pleading tongue, Sometimes she shakes her head, and then his hand, She would, he will not in her arms be bound; And when from thence he struggles to be gone,, 'Fondling,' she saith, since I have hemm'd thee here Within the circuit of this ivory pale, I'll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer ; Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale: Within this limit is relief enough, Sweet bottom-grass and high delightful plain, 230 No dog shall rouse thee, though a thousand bark.' At this Adonis smiles as in disdain, That in each cheek appears a pretty dimple: 241 Love made those hollows, if himself were slain, Foreknowing well, if there he came to lie, Why, there Love lived, and there he could not die. These lovely caves, these round enchanting pits, Being mad before, how doth she now for wits? Struck dead at first, what needs a second striking? 250 Poor queen of love, in thine own law forlorn, To love a cheek that smiles at thee in scorn! Now which way shall she turn? what shall she say? 'Pity,' she cries, 'some favour, some remorse!' But, lo, from forth a copse that neighbours by, And forth she rushes, snorts and neighs aloud: The strong-neck'd steed, being tied unto a tree, 266 Imperiously he leaps, he neighs, he bounds, Controlling what he was controlled with. 270 His ears up-prick'd; his braided hanging mane His eye, which scornfully glisters like fire, Sometime he trots, as if he told the steps, As who should say 'Lo, thus my strength is tried; 280 Of the fair breeder that is standing by.' |