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THE LOVER'S COMPLAINT.
In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn,
In act thy bed-vow broke, and new faith torn,
In vowing new hate after new love bearing. Who hateth thee, that I'do call my friend?
But why of two oaths' breach do I accuse thee
When On whom frown'st thou, that I do fawn upon ?
break twenty ? I am perjur'd most; Nay, if thou low'rst on me, do I not spend
For all my vows are oaths but to misuse thee, Revenge upon anyself with present moan?
And all my honest faith in thee is lost: What merit do I in myself respect,
For I have sworn deep oaths of thy deep kindness, That is so proud thy service to despise,
Oaths of thy love, thy truth, thy constancy;
Or made them swear against ihe thing they see;
A maid of Dian's this advantage found,
And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep
A dateless lively heat, still to endure,
I sick withal, the help of bath desir'd,
But found no cure : the bath for my help lios
Where Cupid got new fire; my mistress' eyes.
Whilst many nymphs that vowd chaste life to keep,
The fairesi votary took up that fire
And so the general of hot desire
Growing a bath and healthful remedy
For men diseas'd; but I, my mistress' thrall, No want of conscience hold it that I call
Came there for cure, and this by that I prove, Her-love, for whose dear love I rise and fall. Love's fire heals water, water cools not love,
FROM off a hill whose concave womb re-worded
Sometimes her leveli'd eyes their carriage ride,
of folded schedules had she many a one,
But quickly on this side the verdict went; Which she perus’d, sigh'd, tore, and gave the flood; His real hábitude gave life and grace Crack'd many a ring of posied gold and bone,
To appertainings and to ornament,
Accomplish d in himself, not in his case :
Came for additions, yet their purpos'd trim
Piec'd not his grace, but were all grac'd by hirn. These often bath'd she in her fuxive eyes,
So on the tip of his subduing tongue And often kiss'd, and often 'gan to tear;
All kind of arguments and question deep,
All replication prompi, and reason strong,
To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep,
He had the dialect and different skill, Big discontent so breaking their contents.
Catching all passions in his craft of will; A reverend man that graz'd his cattle nigh,
That he did in the general bosom reign (Sometime a blusterer, that the ruffle knew Of court, of city, and had let go by
Of young, of old, and sexes both enchanted,
To dwell with him in thoughts, or to remain
In personal duty, following where he haunted:
Consents bewitch'd, ere he desire, have granted; And, privileg'd by age, desires to know
And dialogu'd from him what he would say, In brief, the grounds and motives of her wo.
Ask'd their own wills, and made their wills obey. So slides he down upon his grained bat, And comely-distant sits he by her side;
Many there were that did his picture get, When he again desires her, being sat,
To serve their eyes, and in it put their mind; Her grievance with his hearing to divide :
Like fools that in the imagination set If that from him there may be aught apply'd,
The goodly objects which abroad they find Which may her suffering ecstasy assuage,
Of lands and mansions, their's in thought assign'd; 'Tis promis'd in the charity of age.
And labouring in more pleasures to bestow them,
Than the true gouty landlord which doth owe them Father, she says, though in me you behold
S many have, that never touch'd his hand,
Sweetly suppos'd them mistress of his heart.
My woful self, that did in freedom stand, Not age, but sorrow, over me hath
And was my own fee-simple, (not in part,)
Threw my affections in his charmed power,
Reservd the stalk, and gave him all my flower. But wo is me! too early I attended
Yet did I not, as some my equals did, A youthful suit (it was to gain my grace)
Demand of him, nor being desired, yielded; or one by nature's outwards so commended, Finding myself in honour so forbid, That maidens' eyes stuck over all his face!
With safest distance I mine honour shielded : Love lack'd a dwelling, and made him her place; Experience for me many bulwarks builded And when in his fair parts she did abide,
Of proofs new-bleeding, which remaind the fod She was new lodg’d, and newly deified.
Of this false jewel, and his amorous spoil. His browny locks did hang in crooked curls; But ah! who ever shunn'd by precedent And every light occasion of the wind
The destin'd ill she must herself assay ? Upon his lips their silken parcels hurls.
Or forc'd examples, 'gainst her own content,
To put the by-pass'd perils in her way?
For when we rage, advice is often seen
That we must curb it upon others' proof;
To be forbid the sweets that seem so good,
Though reason weep, and cry—it is thy last.
For further I could say, this man's untrue, For maiden-tongu'd he was, and thereof free; And knew the patterns of his foul beguiling ; Yet, if men mov'd him, was he such a storm Heard where his plants in others' orchards grew As oft 'twixt May and April is to see,
Saw how deceits were gilded in his smiling; When winds breathe sweet, unruly though they be. Knew vows were ever brokers to defiling; His rudeness so with his authoriz'd youth
Thought, characters, and words, merely but art, Did livery falseness in a pride of truth.
And bastards of his foul adulterate heari. Well could he ride, and often men would say,
And long upon these terms I held my city, That horse his mettle from his rider takes :
Till thus he 'gan besiege me: “Genile maid, Proud of subjection, noble by the
Have of my suffering youth some feeling pity,
Sway, What rounds, what bounds, what course, what stop he And he not of my holy vows afraid : makes!
That's to you sworn, to none was ever said; And controversy hence a question takes,
For feasts of love I have been call'd unto, Whether the horse by him became his deed,
Till now did ne'er invite, nor never vow. Or he his manage by the well-doing steed.
All my offences that abroad you see,
Are errors of the blood, none of the mind;
Love made them not: with acture they may be,
Where neither party is nor true nor kind: Anciently, the ends of a piece of narrow ribbon were They sought their shame that so their shame did find, placed under the seals of letters, to connect them more And so much less of shame in me remains closely.--Steevens.
By how much of me their reproach contains.
Among the many that mine eyes have seen, My parts had power to charm a sacred sun,
Believ'd her eyes, when they lo assail begun,
All vows and consecrations giving place : Harm have I done to them, but ne'er was harm'd; O most potential love! vow, bond, nor space, Kept hearts in liveries, but mine own was free, In thee hath neither sting, knot, nor confine, And reign'd commanding in his monarchy.
For thou art all, and all things else are thine. Look here, what tributes wounded fancies sent me, When thou impressest, what are precepts worth Of paled pearls, and rubies red as blood;
Of stale example? When thou wilt intiame, Figuring that they their passions likewise lent me How coldly those impediments stand forth of grief and blushes, aptly understood
Of wealth, of filial fear, law, kindred, fame? In bloodless white and the encrimson'd mood; Love's arms are peace, 'gainst rule, 'gainst sense, Effects of terror and dear modesty,
'gainst shame ; Encamp'd in hearts, but fighting outwardly. And sweetens, in the suffering pangs it bears, "And lo! behold, these talents of their hair,
The aloes of all forces, shocks, and fears. With twisted metal amorously impleachd,
Now all these hearts that do on mine depend, I have receiv'd from many a several fair,
Feeling it break, with bleeding groans they pine ; (Their kind acceptance weepingly beseech'd,) And supplicant their sighs to you extend, With the annexions of fair gems enrich'd,
To leave the battery that you make gainst mine, And deep-brain'd sonnets, that did amplify
Lending soft audience to my sweet design, Each stone's dear nature, worth, and quality. And credent soul to that strong-bonded oath The diamond; why 'twas beautiful and hard,
That shall prefer and undertake my troth." Whereto his invis'd properties did tend;
This said, his watery eyes he did dismount, The deep green emerald, in whose fresh regard Whose sights till then were leveld on my face; Weak sights their sickly radiance do amend; Each cheek a river running from a fount
The heaven-hued sapphire and the opal blend With brinish current downward How'd apace : With objects manifold: each several stone, 0, how the channel to the stream gave grace! With wit well blazon'd, smild or made some moan. Who, glaz'd with crystal gate the glowing roses Lo! all these trophies of affections hot,
That tiame through water which their hue incloses. Of pensiv'd and subdued desires the tender, O, father, what a hell of witchcraft lies Nature hath charg'd me that I hoard them not, In the small orb of one particular tear? But yield them up where I myself must render, But with the inundation of the eyes That is, to you, my origin and ender:
What rocky heart to water will not wear? For these, of force, must your oblations be, What breast so cold that is not warmed here? Since I their altar, you enpatron me.
O, cleft etfect! cold modesty, hot wrath, O, then, advance of yours that phraseless hand,
Both fire from hence and chill extincture hath!
Shook off my sober guards and civil fears ;
All melting; though our drops this difference bore, Lo! this device was sent me from a nun,
His poison'd me, and mine did him restore. Or sister sanctified, of holiest note;
In him a plenitude of subtle matter, Which late her noble suit in court did shun, Applied to cautels, all strange forms receives, Whose rarest havings made the blossoms dote; of burning blushes, or of weeping water, For she was sought by spirits of richest coat, Or swooning paleness; and he takes and leaves, But kept cold distance, and did thence remove, In either's apiness, as it best deceives To spend her living in eternal love.
To blush at speeches rank. to weep at woes, But O, my sweet, what labour is't to leave
Or to turn white and swow.. at tragic shows. The thing we have not, mastering what not That not a heart which in his level came, strives?
Could'scape the hail of his all-hurting aim, Paling the place which did no form receive;- Showing fair nature is both kind and iame; Playing patient sports in unconstrained gyves: And veil'd in them, did win whom he would maim: She that her fame so to herself contrives,
Against the thing he sought he would exclaim; The scars of battle scapeth by the flight,
When he most burn'd in heart-u ish'd luxury, And makes her absence valiant, not her might. He preach'd pure maid, and prais'd cold chastity. O pardon me, in that my boast is true;
Thus merely with the garment of a Grace The accident which brought me to her eye,
The naked and concealed fiend he cover'd; Upon the moment did her force subdue,
That the unexperienc'd gave the tempter place, And now she would the caged cloister fly;
Which, like a cherubin, above them hover'd. Religious love put out religion's eye:
Who, young and simple, would not be so lover'd ? Not to be tempted, would she be immurd,
Ah me! I fell; and yet do question make, And now, to lempt all, liberty procur’d.
What I should do again for such a sake. How mighty then you are, O, hear me tell! 0, that infected moisture of his eye, The broken bosoms that to me belong,
o, that false fire which in his cherk so glow'd, Have emptied all their fountains in my well, 0, that forc'd thunder from his heart did fly, And minel pour your occan all among:
O, that sad breath his spongy lungs bestow'd, I strong o'er them, and you o'er me being stron o, all that borrowd motion, seeming ow'd, Must for your victory us all congest,
Would yet again betray the fore betray'd, As compound love to physic your cold breast. And new pervert a reconciled maid!
THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM.
I. SWEET Cytherea, sitting by a brook, With young Adonis, lovely, fresh and green, Did court the lad with many a lovely look, Such looks as none could look but beauty's queen. She told him stories to delight his ear; She show'd him favours to allure his eye ; To win his heart, she touch'd him here and there : Touches so soft still conquer chastity. But whether unripe years did want concein Or he refus'd to take her figurd proffer, The tender nibbler would not touch the bait, But smile and jest at every gentle offer: Then fell she on her back, fair queen, and toward; He rose and ran away; ah, fool too froward?
II. Scarce had the sun dried
the dewy morn,
Cannot live together:
Age is full of caro:
Age like winter weather
Youth like summer bravo,
Age like winter bare.
Youth is nimble, age is lamo ;
Youth is wild, and age is tame.
O, my love, my love is young ;
VII. Fair is my love, but not so fair as fickle, Mild as a dove, but neither true nor trusty Brighter than glass, and yet, as glass is, brittle, Sofier than wax, and yet, as iron, rusty: A lily pale, with damask die to grace her, None fairer, nor none falser to deface her. Her lips to mine how often hath she join'd, Between each kiss her oaths of true love swearing! How many tales to please me hath she coin'd, Dreading my love, the loss thereof still fearing! Yet in the midst of all her pure protestings, Her faith, her oaths, her tears, and all were jestings. She burn'd with love, as straw with fire flameth; She burn'd out love, as soon as straw out-burneth; She fram'd the love, and yet she foild the framing ; She bade love last, and yet she fell a turning. Was this a lover, or a lecher whether? Bad in the best, though excellent in neither.
VIII. Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye, Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument, Persuade my heart to this false perjury? Vows for thee broke deserve not punishment. A woman I forswore; hut I will prove, Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee; My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love; Thy grace being gain'd, cures all disgrace in me. My vow was breath, and breath a vapour is; Then thou, fair sun, which on my earth doth shine, Exhal'st this vapour vow; in thee it is : If broken, then, it is no fault of inine. If by me broke, what fool is not so wise To break an oath, to win a paradise ?
IX. If love make me for worn, how sha! I swear to love? O, never faith could hold, if not to beanty vowd: Though to myself forsworn, to thee I'll constant prove;
[how'd. Those thoughts, to me liko oaks, to thoa like osiers
Study his bias leaves, and makes his book thine eyes, Thus art with arms contending was victor of the day, Where all those pleasures live, that art can compre- Which by a gift of learning did bear the maid away; hend.
Then lullaby, the learned man hath got the lady gay; If knowledge be the mark, to know thee shall suffice; For now my song is ended. Well learned is that tongue that well can thee com
XIV. mend ; * All ignorant that soul that sees thee without wonder;
On a day (alack the day!) Which is to me some praise, that I thy parts admire:
Love, whose month was ever May, Thine eye Jove's lightning seems, thy voice his
Spy'd a blossom passing fair,
Playing in the wanton air:
All unseen, 'gan passage find;
That the lover, sick to death,
Wish'd himself the heaven's breath. tongue.
Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow :
Air, would I might triumph so! Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good,
But alas! my hand hath sworn A shining gloss, that fadeth suddenly;
Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn : A flower that dies, when first it 'gins to bud;
Vow, alack, for youth unmeet A brille glass that's broken presently;
Youth, so apt to pluck a sweet. A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower,
Do not call it sin in me, Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour.
That I am sorsworn for thee;
Thou for whom Jove e'en would swear And as good lost are seld or never found,
Juno but an Ethiope were ; As faded gloss no rubbing will refresh,
And deny himself for Jove, As flowers dead, lie wither'd on the ground,
Turning mortal for thy love.
My flocks feed not,
My ewes breed not,
My rams speed not,
All is amiss :
Love's denying, And dati'd me to a cabin hang'd with care,
Faith's defying, To descant on the doubts of my decay.
Causer of this.
All my lady's love is lost, God wot:
Where her faith was firmly fix'd in love, In scorn or friendship, nill I construe whether :
There a nay is plac'd without remove. 'Tmay be, she joy'd to jest at my exile,
One silly cross
Wrought all my loss;
O, frowning fortune, cursed, fickle damo!
For now I see,
More in women than in men remain.
In black mourn I,
All fears scorn I, Not daring trust the office of mine eyes,
Love hath forlorn me, While Philomela sits and sings, I sit and mark,
Living in thrall : And wish her lays were tuned like the lark;
Heart is bleeding,
All help needing, For she doth welcome day-light with her ditty,
(O cruel speeding!) And drives away dark dismal-dreaming night:
Fraughted with gall!
My sighs so deep,
Procure to weep,
In howling-wise, to see my doleful plight.
How sighs resound
Through harkless ground,
Like a thousand vanquish'd men in bloody fight ! Stort, mght, to-night, and length thyself to-morrow.
Clear wells spring not,
Sweet birds sing not,
Cheerfully; Tiil looking on an En lishman, the fairest eye could
Herds stand weeping,
Flocks all sleeping, II er fancy fell a turning.
(did fight, Nymphs back creeping Ln was the combat doubiful, that love with love Fearfully: To leave the master loveless, or kill the gallant All our pleasure known to us poor swains, knight:
All our merry meetings on the plains, T, put in primuce either, a'as, it was a spite All our evening sport from us is fled, Cito iho siliy dainsel.
All our love is losi, for love is dead.
Farewell, sweet lass, But one must be refused, more mickle was the pain,
Thy like ne'er was, Tuat nothing could be used, to turn them both to
For a sweet content, the cause of all my moan : gain,
[disdain : Poor Coridon For of the two the tr sty knight was wounded with Must live alone, Alas, she could not help it!
Other help for him l'oee that there is nono.