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So now I have confess'd that he is thine,
And I myself am mortgag'd to thy will;
Thou wilt restore, to be my comfort still:
But thou wilt not, nor he will not be free,
For thou art covetous, and he is kind;
He learn'd but, surety-like, to write for me,
Under that bond that him as fast doth bind.
The statute of thy beauty thou wilt take,
Thou usurer, that put'st forth all to use,
And sue a friend, came debtor for my sake;
So him I lose through my unkind abuse.
And will to boot, and will in overplus :
Wilt thou, whose will is large and spacious,
Not once vouchsafe to hide my will in thine ?
Shall will in others seem right gracious,
The sea, all water, yet receives rain still,
So thou, being rich in will, add to thy will
walks, treads on the ground: One will of mine, to make thy large will moro.
Think all but one, and me in that one Will. CXXXI.
If thy soul check thee that I come so near,
Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy Willy
Thus far for love, my love-suit, sweet, fulfil.
Will will fulfil the treasure of thy love,
Ay, fill it full with wills, and my will one,
In things of great receipt with ease we prove,
Among a number one is reckon'd uone.
Then in the number let me pass untold,
Though in thy store's account I one must be:
For nothing hold me, so it please thee hold
That nothing me, a something sweet to thee;
Make but my name thy love, and love that still, And thence this slander, as I think, proceeds.
And then thou lov'st me,-for my name is Will.
Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes,
That they behold, and see not what they see? Knowing thy heart, torment me with disdain ;
They know what beauty is, see where it lies,
If eyes, corrupt by over-partial looks,
Be anchor'd in the bay where all men ride,
Why of eyes' falsehood hast thou forged hooks,
Whereto the judgment of my heart is tied?
Why should my heart think that a several plot, As those two mourning eyes become thy face: Which my heart knows the wide world's common 0, let it then as well beseem thy heart
Or mine eyes seeing this, say this is not?
To put fair truth upon so foul a face?
In things right true my heart and eyes have err'd
And to this false plague are they now transferr'd.
That she might think me some untutor'd youth,
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue;
But wherefore says she not, she is unjust?
And in our faults by lies we flatter'd be.
Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
Which like two spirits do suggest me still; Use power with power, and slay me not by art.
The worser spirit a woman, colourd ill.
To win me soon to hell, my female evil
Tempteth my better angel from my side,
Wooing his purity with her foul pride. Is more than my o'erpress'd defence can 'bide ?
And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend, Let me excuse thee: 'ah! my love well knows
Suspect I may, yet not directly tell; Her pretty looks have been mine enemies;
But being bosh from me, both to each friend. And therefore from my face she turns my foes,
I guess one angel in another's hell. That they elsewhere might dart their injuries :
Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt Yet do not so; but since I am near slain,
Till my bad angel fire my good one out.
Those lips that Love's own hand did make,
Breath'd forth the sound that said, I hate, My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain ;
To me that languish'd for her sake: Lest sorrow lend me words, and words express
But when she saw my woful state, The manner of my pity-wanting pain,
Straight in her heart did mercy come, If I might teach thee wit, better it were,
Chiding that tongue, that ever sweet Though not to love, yet, love to tell me so;
Was usd in giving gentle doom; (As testy sick men, when their deaths be near, No news but health from their physicians know ;)
And taught it thus a-new to greet;
I hate shc alter'd with an end,
That follow'd it as gentle day
Doth follow night, who, like a fiend,
From heaven to hell is flown away;
I hate from hate away she threw,
And sav'd my life, saying—not you.
Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
Foold by those rebel powers that thee array
Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth,
Painting thy outward walls so costly gay?
Why so large cost, having so short a lease,
Shall worms, inheritors of this excess,
Eat up thy charge? Is this thy body's end ? But my five wits, nor my five senses can
Then, soul, live ihou upon thy servant's loss, Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee,
And let that pine to aggravate thy store; Who lives unsway'd the likeness of a man,
Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross;
Within be fed, without be rich no more:
So shalt thou feed on death, that feeds on men, That she that makes me sin, awards me pain.
And, death once dead, there's no more dying then.
My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease ; O but with mine compare thou thine own state,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, And thou shalt find it merits not reproving,
The uncertain sickly appetite to please. Or if it do, not from those lips of thine,
My reason, the physician to my love, That have profan'd their scarlet ornaments,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, And seald false bonds of love as oft as mine ;
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve, Robb'd others' beds revenues of their rents;
Desire is death, which physic did except. Be it lawful I love thee, as thou lovest those
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with ever-more unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are, Thy pity may deserve to pitied be.
At random from the truth vainly express'd; If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide,
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, By self-oxample may'st thou be denied !
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
O me! what eyes hath love put in my head, One of her feather'd creatures broke away, Which have no correspondence with true sight! Sets down her habe and makes all swift dispatch Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled, In pursuit of the thing she would have stay, That censures falsely what ihey see aright? Whilst her neglected child holds her in chace, If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote, Cries to catch her whose busy care is bent What means the world to say it is not so ? To follow that which flies before her face,
If it be not, then love doth well denote Not prizing her poor infant's discontent ;
Love's eye is not so true as all men's; no, So runn'st thou after that which flies from thee, How can it? O, how can Love's eye be true, Whilst I, thy babe, chace thee afar behind; That is so vex'd with watching and with tears? But if thou catch ihy hope, turn back to me, No marvel, then, though I mistake my view; And play the mother's part, kiss me, be kind : The sun itself sees not, till heaven clears. So will I pray that thou may'st have thy will, O cunning Love! with tears thou keep'st me blind, I thou turn back and my loud crying still.
Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should find.
CLII. Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not,
In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn, When I, against myself, with thee partake? But thou art twice forsworn, to me love swearing ; Do I not think on thee, when I forgot
In act thy bed-vow broke, and new faith torn, Am of myself, all tyrant, for thy sake?
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 On whom frown'st thou, that I do fawn upon ? When I 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 myself 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;
A maid of Dian's this advantage found,
And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep And swear that brightness doth not grace the day? In a cold valley-fountain of that ground; Whence hast 1hou this becoming of things ill, Which borrow'd from this holy fire of love That in the very refuse of thy deeds
A dateless lively heat, still to endure, There is such strength and warrantise of skill, And grew a seething bath, which yet men pruvo, That in my mind thy worst all best exceeds? Against strange maladies a sovereign cure. Who taught thee how to make me love thee more, But at my mistress' eye love's brand new fir'd, The more I hear and see just cause of hate? The boy for trial needs would touch my breast O, though I love what others do abhor,
I sick withal, the help of bath desir'd, With others thou should'st not abhor my state;
And thither hied, a sad distemper'd guest, If thy unworthiness rais'd love in me,
But found no cure : the bath for my help lies More worthy I to be belov'd of thee.
Where Cupid got new fire; my mistress' eyes.
Whilst many nymphs that vow'd chasto lifo to keep,
The fairest votary took up that fire My nobler part to my great body's treason; Which
many legions of true hearts had warm'd; My soul doth tell my body that he may
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 heats water, water cools not love.
A LOVER'S COMPLAINT.
FROM off a hill whose concave womb re-worded
Sometimes her levell’d eyes their carriage ride,
Of folded schedules had she many a one, But quickly on this side the verdict went;
perus’d, sigh'd, tore, and gave the flood; His real habitude gave life and grace Crack'd many a ring of posied gold and bone, To appertainings and to ornament, Bidding them find their sepulchres in mud;
Accomplish'd in himself, not in his case : Found yet more letters sadly pennd in blood, All aids themselves made fairer by their place; With slided silk feat and affectedly
Came for additions, yet their purpos'd trim Enswath'd, and seald to curious secrecy.' Piec'd not his grace, but were all grac'd by him. These often bath'd she in her fluxive
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 prompt, and reason strong,
For his advantage still did wake and sleep:
He had the dialeci 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 enchanteda
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 imaginaiion set If that from him there may be aught apply'd,
The goodly objects which abroad they find Which may her suffering ecsiasy 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 doch owe them. Father, she says, though in me you behold
So many have, that never touch'd his hand,
Sweetly suppos'd them mistress of his heart.
My woful sell, that did in freedom stand,
And was my own fee-simple, (not in part,)
Threw my affections in his charmed power,
Reserv'd 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; of one by nature's outwards so commended, That maidens' eyes stuck over all his face !
Finding myself in honour so forbid,
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 remain'd the foil 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, What's sweet to do, to do will aptly find;
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 lasi.
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 grow 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 heart. 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 swny,
Have of my suffering youth some feeling pity, Whal rounds, what bounds, whal course, what slop he And be not of my holy vows afraid : makes!
That's to you sworn, io none was ever said; And controversy hence a question takes,
For feasts of love I have been callid 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; . With sleided silk, feat and affectedly
Love made them not : with acture they may be, Enswathed and sealed to curious secrecy.'
Where neither party is nor true por kind: Anciently, the ends of a piece of narrow ribbon were They sought their shame that so their shame did find, placed under the scals of leuers, to connect them more And so much less of shame in me remains, closely.-Steedens.
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 to assail begun,
All vows and consecrations giving place :
For thou art all, and all things else are thine.
Of stale example? When thou wilt intiame,
Of wealth, of filial fear, law, kindred, fame?
The aloes of all forces, shocks, and fears.
Now all these hearts that do on mine depend,
Feeling it break, with bleeding groans they pine ;
To leave the battery that you make 'gainst mine,
Lending soft audience to my sweet design,
That shall prefer and undertake my troth."
This said, his watery eyes he did dismount,
The heaven-hued sapphire and the opal blend With brinish current downward flow'd apace :
That flame through water which their hue incloses.
What rocky heart to water will not wear?
What breast so cold that is not warmed here?
O, cleft effect! cold modesty, hot wrath,
Both fire from hence and chill extincture hath!
Shook off my sober guards and civil fears;
All melting; though our drops this difference borg
His poison'd me, and mine did him restore.
In him a plenitude of subtle matter,
To blush at speeches rank, to weep at woes,
Could'scape the hail of his all-hurting aim,
Against the thing he sought he would exclaim:
When he most burn'd in heart-wish'd luxury,
Thus merely with the garment of a Grace
The naked and concealed fiend he cover'd;
That the unexperienc'd gave the tempter place,
Which, like a cherubin, above them hover'd.
Who, young and simple, would not be so lover'd ?
Ah me! I fell; and yet do question make,
What I should do again for such a sake.
O, that false fire which in his cheek so glow'd,
O, that sad breath his spongy lungs bestow'd,
o, all that borrow'd motion, seeming ow'd,
Would yet again betray the fore betray'd,