Hearts remote, yet not asunder; Distance, and no space was seen 'Twixt the turtle and his queen : But in them it were a wonder. So between them love did shine, That the turtle saw his right Flaming in the phoenix' sight; Either was the other's mine. Property was thus appall'd, Single nature's double name Neither two nor one was call'd. Reason, in itself confounded, That it cried, How true a twain Seemeth this concordant one! Love hath reason, reason none, If what parts can so remain. Whereupon it made this threne To the phoenix and the dove Co-supremes and stars of love, As chorus to their tragic scene. THRENOS Beauty, truth, and rarity, Grace in all simplicity, Here enclosed in cinders lie. Death is now the phoenix' nest; Leaving no posterity: It was married chastity. Truth may seem, but cannot be ; Beauty brag, but 'tis not she; Truth and beauty buried be. To this urn let those repair That are either true or fair; For these dead birds sigh a prayer. A LOVER'S COMPLAINT —οἷαν τὰν ὑάκινθον ἐν ὄρεσι ποίμενες ἄνδρες πόσσι καταστείβοισι, χάμαι δέ τε πόρφυρον ἄνθος A LOVER'S COMPLAINT ROM off a hill whose concave womb re-worded FROM A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this double voice accorded, And down I laid to list the sad-tuned tale; Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale, Tearing of papers, breaking rings a-twain, Storming her world with sorrow's wind and rain. Upon her head a platted hive of straw, Which fortified her visage from the sun, Whereon the thought might think sometime it saw Nor youth all quit ; but, spite of heaven's fell rage, |