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Add one more likeness (which I'm sure you ( Then shall the world my noble ruin sco, can)
Some pity and some envy me; And let me and my sun beget a man!
Then she herself, the mighty she,
Shall grace my funerals with this truth; “ 'Twas only love destroy'd the gentle youth !"
Wuat mines of sulphur in my breast do lie, The next Sun's rising will behold
That feed th'eternal burnings of my heart ! Me pale, and lean, and old :
Not Etna flames more fierce or constantly,
The sounding shop of Vulcan's smoky art;
Vulcan his shop has placed there.
And Cupid's forge is set-up here. I really believe, within a while,
Here all those arrows' mortal heads are made, If you upon this shadow smile, Your presence will such vigour give,
That fly so thick unseen through yielding air ; (Your presence, which makes all things The Cyclops here, which labour at the trade, live!)
Are Jealousy, Fear, Sadness, and Despair, And absence so much alter me,
Ah, cruel god! and why to me This will the substance, I the shadow, be.
Gave you this curs’d monopoly?
I have the trouble, not the gains, of it:
And then (I 'll ask no other benefit)
Heat as you please your furnace in my heart;
So sweet's revenge to me, that I For those are the first things that it will do,
Upon my foe would gladly die. My rival-image will be then thought blest,
Deep into her bosom would I strike the dart, And laugh at me as dispossest;
Deeper than woman e'er was struck by thee; But thou, who (if I know thee right)
Thou giv'st them small wounds, and so far from l'th'substance dost not much delight,
They flutter still about, inconstantly:
Curse on thy goodness, whom we find
Civil to none but woman-kind !
wounded hearts do still retain the powers THE CONCEALMENT,
To travel and to wander, as before:
Thy broken arrows 'twixt that sex and ours No; to what purpose should I speak?
So unjustly are distributed,
They take the feathers, we the head,
I've followed thee a year, at least,
And never stopp'd myself to rest;
But yet can thee o'ertake no more
Than this day can the day that went before. May a chance-medley, and no murder, be.
In this our fortwes equal prove 'Tis nobler much for me, that I
To stars, which govern them above ;
Our stars, that move for ever round,
With the same distance still betwixt them found, An execution; that a martyrdom,
In vain, alas! in vain I strive
The wheel of Fate faster to drive;
Since, if around it swiftlier fly,
She in it mends her pace as much as I.
Hearts by Love strangely shuffled are,
That there can never meet a pair!
Tamelier than worms are lovers slain! To fall by her not loving, than her hate,
The wounded heart ne'er turns to wound again,
I thought, I'll swear, I could have lov'd no more
Thạn I had done before,
LOVE'S VISIBILITY... LOOKING ON HIS MISTRESS.
But you as easily might account,
RESOLVED TO LOVE.
Think of all us that love;
Their mirth or anger move: I'm sure her beauties cannot greater grow;
They understand not breath that words does wants Why should my love do so ?
Our sighs to them are insignificant, A real cause at first did move;
One of them saw me, th’other day, But mine own fancy now drives on my love,
Touch the dear hand which I admire; With shadows from itself that flow.
My soul was melting straight away, My love, as we in numbers see;
And dropt before the fire : By cyphers is increas'd eternally.
This silly wise-man, who pretends to know, So the new-made and untry'd spheres above
Ask'd why I look'd so pale, and trembled so ?
Saw me with eyes all wat’ry come;
But thought some smoke was in the room : But, by the length, 'tis plain to see Such ignorance from tinwounded learning came; That love's a motion natural to me.
He knew tears made by smoke, but not by flame.
If learn'd in other things you be,
And have in love no skill,
For I'll be ignorant still:
My love's my business, and my books her face Though so discreet and good she be,
These are but trifles, I confess, By hiding it, to teach that skill to me.
Which me, weak mortal! move;
Nor is your busy seriousness Men without love have oft so cunning grown,
Less trifling than my love : That something like it they have shown;
The wisest king, who from his sacred breast But none who had it ever seem'd t'have none.
Pronounc'd all vanity, chose it for the best, Love's of a strangely open, simple kind, Can no arts or disguises find,
MY FATE. But thinks none sees it 'cause itself is blind.
Go bid the needle his dear North forsake, The very eye betrays our inward smart :
To which with trembling reverence it does Love of himself left there a part,
bend; When through it he past into the heart.
Go bid the stones a journey upwards make; Or if by chance the face betray not it,
Go bid th'ambitious flame no more ascend: But keep the secret wisely, yet,
And, when these false to their old motions prove, Like drunkenness, into the tongue 'twill get.
Then shall I cease thee, thee alone, to love,
Does nothing tie more strong than me to you; LOOKING ON, AND DISCOURSING My fixt love hangs not on your love or hate, WITH, HIS MISTRESS.
But will be still the same, whate'er you do: These full two hours now have I gazing been,
You cannot kill my love with your disdain: What comfort by it can I gain?
Wound it you may, and make it live in pain, To look on Heaven with mighty gulphs between Me, mine example, let the Stoics use, Was the great miser's greatest pain;
Their sad and cruel doctrine to maintain; So near was he to Heaven's delight, Let all predestinators me produce, As with the blest converse he might,
Who struggle with eternal bonds in vain: Yet could not get one drop of water by 't. This fire I'm born to--but 'tis she must tell, Ah wretch! I seem to touch her now; but, oh,
Whether 't be beams of Heaven or flames of Hell What boundless spaces do us part!
You, who men's fortunes in their faces read, Fortune, and friends, and all Earth's einpty show, To find out mine, look not, alas ! on me; My lowness, and her high desert:
But mark her face, and all the features heed; But these might conquerable prove;
For only there is writ my destiny: Nothing does me so far remove,
Or, if stars show it, gaze not on the skies As her hard soul's aversion from my love. But study the astrology of her eyes. So travellers, that lose their way by night, If thou find there kind and propitious rays, If from afar they chance tespy
What Mars or Saturn threaten I'll not fear; Th’uncertain glimmerings of a taper's light, [ well believe the fate of mortal days
Take flattering hopes, and think it nigh; Is writ in Heaven; but oh, my heaven is there. Till, wearied with the fruitless pain,
What can men learn from stars they scarce can They sit them down, and weep in vain,
see? And there in darkness and despair remain. Two great lights rule the world, and her two me,
MAIDENHEAD. IT gave a piteous groan, and so it broke; Thon worst estate ev'n of the sex that's worst; In vain it something would have spoke:
Therefore by Nature made at first The love within too strong for't was,
T' attend tbe weakness of our birth! Like poison put into a Venice-glass.
Slight outward curtain to the nuptial bed! I thought that this some remedy might prove;
Thou case to buildings not yet finished ! But oh, the mighty serpent Love,
Who, like the centre of the Earth, Cut by this chance in pieces small,
Dost heaviest things attract to thee, In all still liv'd, and still it stung in all.
Though thou a point imaginary be! And now, alas ! each little broken part
A thing God thought for mankind so unfit, Feels the whole pain of all my heart;
That his first blessing ruin'd it. And every smallest corner still
Cold, frozen nurse of fiercest fires ! Lives with that torment which the whole did kill. Who, like the parched plains of Afric's sand, Even so rude armies, when the field they quit,
(A sterile, and a wild unlovely land!) And into several quarters get;
Art always scorch'd with hot desires, Each troop does spoil and ruin more
Yet barren quite, didst thou not bring
Monsters and serpents forth thyself to sting! Than all join'd in one body did before.
Thou that bewitchest men, whilst thou dost dwell How many loves reign in my bosom now!
Like a close conjurer in his cell, How many loves, yet all of vou!
And fear'st the day's discovering eye! Thus have I chang'd with evil fate
No wonder 'tis at all that thou should'st be My monarch-love into a tyrant-state.
Such tedious and unpleasant company,
Who liv'st so melancholily!
Thou thing of subtile, slippery kind,
Which women lose, and yet no man can find ! Thou 'adst to my soul no title or pretence;
Although I think thou never found wilt be, I was mine own, and free,
Yet I 'm resolv'd to search for thee; Till I had given myself to thee;
The search itself rewards the pains: But thou hast kept me slave and prisoner since. So, though the chymic his great secret miss,
Well, since so insolent thou’rt grown, (For neither it in art nor Nature is)
And does his charge and labour pay
With good unsought experiments by the way.
T'hee, than a porter is bis door, Acquaintance, were to share the rest;
In vain to honour they pretend,
walls; But thou, their covetous neighbour, draw'st out who guard themselves with ramparts and with
Them only Fame the truly valiant calls, Nay more; thou mak’st me worship thee, Who can an open breach defend. And would'st the rule of my religion be:
Of thy quick loss can be no doubt,
Within so hated, and so lov'd without
IMPOSSIBILITIFS! oh no, there's none;
Could mine bring thy heart captive home, Though the sole cause of most of them thou art;
As easily other dangers were o'erthrown,
As Cæsar, after vanquish'd Rome,
His little Asian foes did overcome.
True lovers oft by Fortune are envied ;
Oft Earth and Hell against them strive ;
But Providence engages on their side,
And a good end at last does give:
At last, just men and lovers always thrive. Thou dost devour, unless thy stamp it bear: As stars. (not powerful else) when they conjoin, Thy presence, like the crowned basilisk's breath, Change, as they please, the world's estate; All other serpents puts to death.
So thy heart in conjunction with mine
Shall our own furtunes regulate;
And to our stars themselves prescribe a fate.
'Twould grieve me much to find some bold roo But all pains eminently lie in thee!
mance, Alas, alas! I hope in vain
That should two kind examples shew, My conquer'd soul from out thine hands to gain; Which before us in wonders did advance; Since all the natives there thou 'ast overthrowy, Not that Ithought that story true,
And planted garrisons of thine own. But none should fancy more than I would de
Through spite of our worst enemies, thy friends; In things where fancy much does reign,
Through local banishment from thee; [ends, | 'Tis dangerous too cunningly to feign;
And custom into Nature go:
Lame, with counterfeiting lame.
My lines of amorous desire
And 'twas a barbarous delight
But now, by love, the mighty Phalaris, I
My burning Bull the first do try.
And still the taper let me espy:
I never yet could see that face
Which had no dart for me;
From tifteen years, to fifty's space, Curse on this tongue, that has my heart betray'd,
They all victorious be. And his great secret open laid!
Love, thou 'rt a devil, if I may call thee ones For, of all persons, chiefly she
For sure in me thy name is Legion.
Colour, or shape, good limbs, or face,
Goodness, or wit, in all I find; Since 'tis for me to lose my life more fit,
In motion or in speech a grace ; Than 'tis for her to save and ransom it.
If all fail, yet 'tis woman-kind;
And I 'm so weak, the pistol need not be
Double or treble charg'd to murder me.
If tall, the name of Proper slays;
If fair, she 's pleasant as the light; That in my breast does reign;
It low, her prettiness does please; Silence perhaps may make it sleep :
If black, what lover loves not night? I 'll bind that sore up I did ill reveal ;
If yellow-hair’d, I love, lest it should be The wound, if once it close, may chance to heal. Th’excuse to others for not loving me. do, 'twill ne'er heal; my love will never die,
The fat, like plenty, fills my heart ; Though it should speechless lie.
The lean, with love makes me too so: A river, ere it meet the sea,
If straight, her body's Cupid's dart As well might stay its source,
To me; if crooked, 'tis his bow : As my love can his course,
Nay, age itself does me to rage incline, Unless it join and mix with thee:
And strength to women gives, as well as wine. If any end or stop of it be found,
Just half as large as Charity We know the food rups still, though under My richly-landed Love's become; ground.
And, judg’d aright, is Constancy,
Though it take up a larger room:
More constant than the man loves always all ?
Thus with unwearied wings I fee Uxuurt, untouch'd, did I complain,
Through all Love's gardens and his fields; And terrify'd all others with the pain:
And, like the wise, industrious bee, But now I feel the mighty evil;
No weed but honey to me yields ! Ah! there's no fooling with the Devil ! Honey still spent this diligence still supplies, So, wanton men, whilst others they would fright, Though I retur not home with laden thighs. Themselves have met a real sprite.
My soul at first indeed did prove I thought, I'll swear, handsome lye
Of pretty strength against a dart, Had been no sin at all in poetry ;
Till I this habit got of love; But now I suffer an arrest,
But my consumʼd and wasted neart, For words were spoke by me in jest.
Once burnt to tinder with a strong desire, Dull, sottish god of love! and can it be
Since that, by every spark is set on fire, Thou understand'st not raillery?
Darts, and wounds, and Aame, and heat,
Great and wise conqueror, who, where'er
Thou com'st, dost fortify, and settle there!
Who canst defend as well as yet,
Ah, charming maid! let not Ill-fortune see And never hadst one quarter beat-up yet ;
Th' attire thy sorrow wears, Now thou art in, thou ne'er wilt part
Nor know the beauty of thy tears; With one inch of my vanqnish'd heart;
For she 'll still come to dress herself in thee. For, since thou took'st it by assault from me,
As stars reflect on waters, so I spy 'Tis garrison'd so strong with thoughts of thee
In every drop, methinks, her eye. It fears no beauteous enemy.
The baby, which lives there, and always plays Had thy charming strength been less,
In that illustrious sphere, I'ad serv'd ere this an hundred mistresses:
Like a Narcissus does appear, I'm better thus, nor would compound Whilst in his flood the lovely boy did gaze. To leave my prison to be a vagabond ;
Ne'er yet did I behold such glorious weather, A prison in which I still would be,
As this sun-shine and rain together. Though every door stood ope to me.
Pray Heaven her forehead, that pure hill of snow, In spite both of thy coldness and thy pride,
(For some such fountain we must find, All love is marriage on thy lover's side,
To waters of so fair a kind) for only death can them divide.
Melt not, to feed that beauteous stream below! Close, narrow chain, yet soft and kind
Ah, mighty Love! that it were inward heat As that which spirits above to good does bind,
Which made this precious limbeck sweat! Gentle and sweet Necessity,
But what, alas! ah, what does it avail, Which does not force, but guide, our liberty!
That she weeps tears so wondrous cold, Your love on me were spent in vain,
As scarce the ass's hoof can hold,
So cold, that I admire they fall not hail?
A curse on all discretion !
This barbarous term you will not meet
In all Love's lexicon. Witu more than Jewish reverence as yet
Jointure, portion, gold, estate, Do I the sacred name conceal ;
Houses, household-stuff, or land, When, ye kind stars, ah when will it be fit
(The low conveniences of Fate) This gentle mystery to reveal ?
Are Greek no lovers understand.
Believe me, beauteous one! when love
Enters into a breast. So bold as yet no verse of mine has been,
The two first things it does remove
Are friends and interests.
Passion 's half blind, nor can endure
The careful, scrupulous eyes; Laid down by her, ere taken up by me.
Or else I could not love, I'm sure,
One who in love were wise.
Men, in such tempests tost about,
Will, without grief or pain,
Cast all their goods aud riches out,
Themselves their port to gain. Anoi softly whisper 't to some angel's ear. As well might martyrs, who do choose Then shall thy name through all my verse be
That sacred death to take, spread,
Mourn for the cloaths which they must lose, Thick as the flowers in meadows lie,
When they 're bound naked to the stake. And, when in future times they shall be read,
(As sure, I think, they will not die) If any critic doubt that they be mine,
THE WAITING-MAID. Men by that stamp shall quickly know the coin.
Tuy Maid! ah! find some nobler theme Meanwhile I will not dareto make a name
Whereon thy doubts to place;
Nor by a low suspect blaspheme
The glories of thy face.
Alas! she makes thee shine so fair,
So exquisitely bright,
Before thy potent light.
Three hours each morn in dressing thee
Malicously are spent;
That 's else a civil governmente