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But one must be refused, more mickle was the pain, That nothing could be used to turn them buth to gain. For of the two the trusty knight was wounded with Alas, she could not help it!
[disdain : Thus art with arms contending was victor of the day, Which by a gift of learning did bear the maid away; Then lullaby, the learned man hath got the lady gay;
For now my song is ended.
Crabbed age and youth
Cannot live together; Youth is full of pleasance,
Age is full of care: Youth like summer morn,
Age like winter weather; Youth like summer brave,
Age like winter bare.
Youth is nimble, age is lame :
Youth is wild, and age is tame,
O, my love, my love is young:
XY. On a day (alack the day!) Love, whose month was ever May, Spy'd a blossom passing fair, Playing in the wanton air, Through the velvet leaves the wind, All unseen, 'gan passage find; That the lover, sick to death, Wish'd himself the heaven's breath : “ Air," quoth he, “thy cheeks may blow; Air, would I might triumph so! But, alas! my hand hath sworn Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn. Vow, alack, for youth unmeet, Youth, so apt to pluck a sweet. Do not call it sin in me, That I am forsworn for thee; Thou for whom even Jove would swear Juno but an Ethiop were; And deny himself for Jove, Turning mortal for thy love.
Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good,
A shining gloss, that fadeth suddenly; A flower that dies, when first it 'gins to bud;
A brittle glass that's broken presently: A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour. And as goods lost are seld or never found,
As faded gloss no rubbing will refresh, As towers dead, lie wither'd on the ground,
As broken glass no cement can redress, So beauty, blemish'd once, for ever's lost, In spite of physic, painting, pain, and cost.
“Good night, good rest. Ah! neither be my share :"
She bade good night, that kept my rest away; And daft me to a cabin hang'd with care,
To descant on the doubts of my decay. “Farewell," quo'she, " and come again to-morrow;" Farewell I could not, for I supp'd with sorrow. “ Yet at my parting sweetly did she smile,
In scorn or friendship, nill I construe whether: May be, she joy'd to jest at my exile,
May be, again to make me wander thither:
XIII. * Lord, how mine eyes throw gazes to the east !
My heart doth charge the watch; the morning rise Doth cite each moving sense from idle rest.
Not daring trust the office of mine eyes,
And drives away dark dismal-dreaming night :
Heart hath his hope, and eyes their wished sight; Sorrow changed to solace, solace mix'd with sorrow; For why? she sigh'd, and bade me come tomorrow. “ Were I with her, the night would post too soon;
But now are minutes added to the hours;
Yêt not for me, shine sun to succour flowers ! [row; Pack night, peep day; good day, of night now borShort, Night, to-night, and length thyself to-morrow.”
All is amiss :
Causer of this.
O, frowning Fortune, cursed, fickle dame!
More in women than in men remain.
Living in thrall:
Fraughted with gall.
In howling-wise, to see my doleful plight.
Forth; they die:
XIV. It was a lording's daughter, the fairest one of three, That liked of her master as well as well might be, Till looking on an Englishman, the fairest that eye Her fancy fell a turning.
[could see, Long was the combat doubtful, that love with love
did fight, To leave the master loveless, or kill the gallant knight: To put in practice either, alas! it was a spite
Unto the silly damsel.
For sweet content, the cause of all my moan:
Must live alone, Other help for him I see that there is none.
And stall d the deer that thou should'st strike,
As well as fancy, partial might: Take counsel of some wiser head, Neither too young, nor yet unwed. And when thou com'st thy tale to tell,
Smooth not thy tongue with filed talk,
(A cripple soon can find a halt:)
Her cloudy looks will calm ere night;
That thus dissembled her delight;
And ban and brawl, and say thee nay,
When craft hath taught her thus to say:
Spare not to spend-and chietly there
By ringing in thy ludy's ear:
And in thy suit be humble, true;
Press never thou to choose anew :
Dissembled with an outward show,
The cock that treads them shall not know.
To sin, and never for to saint:
When time with age shall them attaint.
Lest that my mistress hear my song;
To teach my tongue to be so long:
Ah! (thought I) thou mourn'st in vain;
That so sweetly were forsworn;
Lights that do mislead the morn: But my kisses bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. Hide, oh, hide those hills of snow
Which thy frozen bosom bears, On whose tops the pinks that grow,
Are of those that April wears. But first set my poor heart free, Bound in those icy chains by thee.
XVIII. As it fell upon a day, In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made, Beasts did leap, and birds did sing, Trees did grow, and plants did spring: Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone: She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Leand her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the doleful'st ditty, That to bear it was great pity: Fie, fie, fie, now would she cry, Teru, Teru, by and by! That to hear her so complain, Scarce I could froin tears refrain; For her griefs so lively shown, Made me think upon mine own.
On the sole Arabian tree,
Herald sad and trumpet be,
Foul precursor of the fiend,
Augur of the fever's end,
Every fowl of tyrant wing,
Save the eagle, feather'd king:
Be the death-divining swan,
With the breath thou giv'st and tak'st, 'Mongst our mourners shalt thou go. Here the anthem doth commence:
Love and constancy are dead;
Phønix and the turtle fled In a mutual fame from bence.
Whereupon it made this threne
To the phenix and the dove,
Co-supremes and stars of love; As chorus to the tragic scene.
So they lovell es love in twain
Two distincts, division none:
Distance, and no space was seen
'Twixt the turtle and bis queen; But in them it were & wonder. So between them love did shine, That the turtle saw his right
Flaming in the phenix' sight: Either was the other's mine. Property was thus appall’d, That the self was not the same;
Single nature's double name Neither two nor one was call'd. Reason, in itself confounded,
Saw division grow together:
To themselves, yet either-neither, Simple were so well compounded, That it cried how true a twain
Seemeth this concordant one!
Love hath reason, reason none, If what parts can so remain.
Beauty, truth, and rarity,
A LOVER'S COMPLAINT.
From off a hill whose concave womb rëworded
A plaintful story from a sistering vale,
And down I lay to list the sad-tuned tale:
Ere long espy'd a fickle maid full pale, Tearing of papers, breaking rings a-iwain, Storming her world with sorrow's wind and rain. Upon her head a plaited hive of straw,
Which fortifled her visage from the sun, Whereon the thought might think sometime it saw
The carcase of a beauty spent and done. Time had not scythed all that youth begun, Nor youth all quit; but, spite of heaven's fell rage, Some beauty peep'd through lattice of seard age. on did she heave her napkin to her eyne,
Which on it had conceited characters, Laund'ring the silken figures in the brine
That season'd woe had pelleted in tears,
And often rending what contents it bears;
As they did battery to the spheres intend;
To the orb'd earth; sometimes they do extend
Their view right on; anon their gazes lend To every place at once, and no where fix'd, The mind and sight distractedly commix'd. Her hair, nor loose, nor tyd in formal plat,
Proclaim'd in her a careless hand of pride; For some untuck’d, descended her sheaved hat,
Hanging her pale and pined cheek beside;
Some in her threade fillet still did le, And, true to bondage, would not break from thence, Though slackly braided in loose negligence. A thousand favours from a maund she drew
or amber, crystal, and of bedded jet, Which one by one she in a river threw,
Upon whose weeping margent she was set,
Like usury, applying wet to wet, Or monarchs' hands, that let not bounty fall, Where want cries some, but wbere excess begs all.
Of folded schedules had she many a one,
Which she perused, sigh'd, tore, and gave the flood; Crack'd many a ring of posied gold and bone,
Bidding them find their sepulchres in mud;
Found yet more letters sadly penn'd in bloori,
And often kiss'd, and often 'gan to tear;
What unapproved witness dost thou bear!
Ink would have seem'd more black and damned This said, in top of rage the lines she rents, [bere! Big discontent so breaking their contents. A reverend man that grazed his cattle nigh,
(Sometime a blusterer, that the rule know Of court, of city, and had let go by
The swiftest hours,) observed as they flew;
Towards this afflicted fancy fastly drew;
And comely-distant sits he by her side;
Her grievance with his hearing to divide:
If that from him there may be aught apply'd
The injury of many a blasting hour,
Not age, but sorrow, over me bath power:
I might as yet have been a spreading flower,
A youthful suit (it was to gain my grace) of one by nature's outwar's so commended,
That maiden's eyes stuck over all his face:
Love lack'd a dwelling, and made him her place; And when in his fair parts she did abide, She was new lodged and newly deifiod.
His browny locks did hang in crooked curls;
And every light occasion of the wind
Each eye that saw him did enchant the mind;
His phenix down began but to appear,
Whose bare out-bragu'd the web it seem'd to wear;
Yet show'l his visage by that cost most dear;
For maiden-tongued he was, and thereof free;
As oft 'twixt May and April is to see,
When winds breathe sweet, unruly though they be.
* That horse his mettle from his rider takes : Proud of subjection, noble by the sway, (he makes !”
What rounds, what bounds, rohat course, that stop
And controversy hence a question takes, Whether the horse by him became his deed, Or he his manage by the well-doing steed. But quickly on his side the verdict went,
His real habitude gave life and grace To appertainings and to ornament,
Accomplish'd in himself, not in his case :
All aids, themselves made fairer by their place,
All kind of arguments and question deep,
For his advantage still did wake and sleep:
of young, of old ; and sexes both enchanted, To dwell with him in thoughts, or to remain
In personal duty, following where he haunted :
To serve their eyes, and in it put their mind;
The goodly objects which abroad they find
Of lands and mansions, theirs in thought assign'd; And labouring in more pleasures to bestow them, Than the true gonty landlord which doth owe them. So many have, that never touch'd his hand,
Sweeily supposed them mistress of his heart. My woeful self, that did in freedom stand,
And was my own fee-simple, (nut in part)
What with his art in youth, and youth in art,
Demand of him, nor being desired, yielded;
With safest distance I mine honour shielded;
Experience for me many bulwarks builded
The destin'd ill she must herself assay ?
To put the hy-pass'd perils in her way?
Counsel may stop a while what will not stay;
Nor gives it satisfaction to our blood,
That we must curb it upon others' proof,
For fear of harms that preach in our behoof.
And knew the patterns of his foul beguiling;
Saw how deceits were gilded in his smiling;
Knew vows were ever brokers to defiling;
Till thus he'gan besiege me: “Gentle maid,
And be not of my holy vows afraid:
That's to you swürn, to none was ever said;
Are errors of the blood, none of the mind :
Where neither party is nor true nor kind: [find;
They sought their shame that so their shame did
Not one whose flame my heart so much as warm'd,
Or any of my leisures ever charm'd:
Harm have i done to them, but ne'er was harm’d; Kept hearts in liveries, but mine own was free,
And reign'd, commanding in his monarchy. Look here what tributes wounded fancies sent me,
of paled pearls, and rubies red as blood; Figuring that they their passions likewise lent me Of grief and blushes, aptly understood
In bloodless white and the encrimson'd mood;
With twisted metal amorously impleachd,
(Their kind acceptance weepingly beseech'd,)
With the annexions of fair gems enrich'd,
Whereto his invised properties did tend;
Weak sights their sickly radiance do amend;
Of pensive and subdued desires the tender,
But yield them up where I myself must render,
That is, to you, my origin and ender:
Whose white weighs down the airy scale of praise;
Hallow'd with sighs that burning lungs did raise ;
What me your minister, for you obeys,
Or sister sanctified of holiest note ;
Whose rarest havings made the blossoms dote;
For she was sought by spirits of richest coat, But kept cold distance, and did thence remove To spend her living in eternal love.
But O, my sweet, what labour is't to leave
With brinish current downward flowed apace. The thing we have not, mastering what not strives ? 0 how the channel to the stream gave grace! Plaving the place which did no form receive. Who, glazed with crystal, gave the glowing ruses
Playing patient sports in unconstrained gyves: That flame through water which their hue incloses.
She that her fame su to herself contrives, The scars of battle scapeth by the flight,
4 father, what a hell of witchcraft lies And makes ber absence valiant, not her might.
In the small orb of one particular tear?
But with the inundation of the eyes O pardon me, in that my boast is true;
What rocky heart to water will not wear? The accident which brought me to her eye,
What breast so cold that is not warmed here? l'pon the moment did her force subdue.
0, cleft effect! cold modesty, hut wrath, And now she would the caged cloister fly: Both fire from hence and chill extincture hath!
Religious love put out religion's eye: Not to be tempted, would she be enin ured,
For lo! his passion, but an art of craft, And now, to tempt all, liberty procured.
Even there resolved my reason into tears;
There my white stole of chastity I daft, How mighty then you are, ( hear me tell!
Shook off my sober guards, and civil fears; The broken bosoms that to me belong,
Appear to him, as he to me appears,
His poison'd me, and mine did him restore.
Applied to cautels, all strange forms receives,
of burning blushes, or of weeping water, My parts hail power to charm a sacred nun,
Or swooning paleness; and he takes and leaves, Who disciplined and dieted in grace,
In either's apiness as it best deceives, Believed her eyes when I the assail begun,
To blush at speeches rank, to weep at woes,
Or to turn white, and swoon at tragic shows;
That not a heart which in his level came,
Could scape the hail of his all-hurting aim,
Showing fair nature is both kind and tame; (maim; When thou impressest, what are precepts worth And veil'd in them, would win whom he would
of stale example? When thou wilt intiame, Against the thing he sought, he would exclaim; How coldly those impediments stand forth
When he most brunt in heart-wish'd luxury, Of wealih, of filial fear, law, kindred, fame? He preach'd pure muid, and praised cold chastity. Love's arms are peace, 'gainst rule, 'gainst 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 cover'd, The aloes of all forces, shocks and fears.
That the unexperienced gave the tempter place,
Which, like a cherubim above them hover d. Now all these hearts that do on mine depend,
Who, young and simple, would not be so lover'd ?
What I should do again for such a sake.
0, that infected moisture of his eye, And credent soul to that strong-bounded oath,
0, that false fire which in his cheek so glow'd, That shall prefer and undertake my troth.”
O, that forced thunder from bis heart did tly,
(), that sad breath his spunky lungs bestow'd, This said, his watery eyes he did dismount,
0, all that borrowed motion, seeming owed, Whose rights till then were leveli'd on my face, Would yet again betray the fore-betray'd, Each cheek a river running from a fount
And new pervert a reconciled maid !"