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With bitter fasts, with penitential groans ;
With nightly tears, and daily heart-fore fighs.
revenge my contempt of love, Love hath chac d sleep from my
eyes, And made them watchers of mine own heart's forrow. O gentle Protheus, love's a mighty lord ; And hath so humbled me, as, I confess,
by which I exalted myself above human passions or frail, ties, have brought upon me fasts and groans.”
I. Ovidi says in the epistle of Phedra to Hippolitus,
Quicquid amor juffit, non est contemnere tutum :
Regnat, & in fuperos jus habet ille deos.
'Tis dangerous to contemn the pow'r of love,
He rules o’er all things, and is king above.
And the old shepherd, in Paftor Fido, obferves,
Vuol una volta amer amor ne' cuori noftri
Mostrar quant' egli vale.
Love will be sure before
We die, to make us all once feel his pow'r.
In the Antigone of Sophocles, the chorus sings thus to the
honour of love ;
Ερως ανίκατε μαχών, ,
God of love, whose boundless sway
All created things obey :
You in the yielding fair ones eye.
Or on her soft and damask cheek,
Lull'd to repose securely lie ;
Or o'er the wild waves lightly fly,
Thy vengeance, on such as contemn thee, to wreak.
On downy pinions through the air
Bird-like, you cut your pathless way:
The gods themselves you do not spare :
Then how should ever mortal dare
Ey'n hope that he Mall not obey ?
All once the pleasing pain must prove,
The fond emotions of distracting love,
There is no woe (11) to his correction:
Nor to his service no such joy on earth.
Now no discourse, except it be of love ;
Now can I break my faft, dine, sup, and sleep, ,
Upon the very naked name of love.
Love fed by Praise.
-Call her divine.-
Pro. I will not flatter her.
Val. O flatter me ; for love delights in praise. ,
Not for the world; why, man, she is mine own ; ;
And I as rich in having such a jewel,
As twenty seas, if all their fand were pearl, -
The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold..,
True Love jealous.
For love, thou know'ft, is full of jealoufy.
Love compared to a waxen Image.
Now (12) my love is thaw'd,
Which like a waxen image 'gainst a fire, .
Bears no impression of the thing it was.
(11) No woe to. bis, &c.] “ No misery which can be. compared to the punishment inflicted by love.” Herbert called for the prayers of the liturgy a little before his death, saying, None to them, none to them. 7.
(12) Now, &c.] Almost the same fimile is applied to life departing, in King John;
Retaining but a quantity of life,
Which bleeds away, e’en as a form of wax
Resolveth from its figure 'gainst the fire. .
SCENE VI. Unheedful Vows to be broken..
Unheedful vows may heedfully be broken ;
And he wants wit, that wants resolved will
To learn his wit to exchange the bad for better: -
Scene VII. Opposition to Love increases it.
Jul A true devoted pilgrim is not weary
To measure kingdoms with his feeble fteps;
Much less shall she, that hath love's wings to fly ;-
And when the flight is made to one so dear,
Of such divine perfection, as Sir Protheus.
Luc. Better forbear, till Protheus make return.
Jul. Oh, know'ít thou not, his looks are my souls-
Pity the dearth that I have pined in,
By longing for that food so long a time.
Did'st thou but know the inly touch of love,
Thou would'ft as soon go kindle fire with snow,
As seek to quench the fire of love with words.
Luc. I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire,
Ovid, in his Metamorphoses, uses the same simile ;
Sed ut intabefcere flava,
Igne levi ceræ, matutinave pruinæ, &c.
As wax against the fire dissolves away
Or as the morning ice begins to run,
And trickle into drops before the sun. &c.
Addison. So Spencer,
Yet still he wasted as the snow congeald,
When the bright sun his beams thereon doth beat.
B. 3. C. 4. S. 49. which possibly he borrowed from Tajo, Gieru. Lib. 6. *20. S. 136.
-As against the warmth of Titan's fire
Snow-drifts consume on tops of mountains tall.
See Act 3. Sc. 5.
But qualify the fire's extremeft rage,
Left it should burn above the bounds of reason,
ful. The more thou damm'ft it up the more it burns::
The current (13) that with gentle murmur glides,
Thou know’ł, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage ;,
But when his fair course is not hindered,
He makes sweet mufic with th' enamel'd stones ;
Giving a gentle kiss to every fedge
He overtaketh in his pilgrimage ;
And so by many winding nooks he ftrays,
With willing sport to the wild ocean.
Then let me go, and hinder not my course ;;
I'll be as patient as a gentle stream,
And make a paftime of each weary step,
Till the last step have brought me to my love ;
And there I'll reft, as, after much turmoil,
A blessed soul doth in Elysium.
A faithful and constant Lover.
His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles ;
His love fincere, his thoughts immaculate ;
His tears, pure messengers sent from his heart;
His heart as far from fraud, as heav'n from earth.
(13) The current, &c.] So, in Paftor Fido, Ergafto tells Mirtillo, nothing augments love more than fuppreffing and confining it,
Mirtillo amor, &c. Act 1. Sc. 2.
Mirtillo, love's a mighty pain at best,
But more, by how much more it is supprest:
For as hot steeds run faster at the check,
Than if you laid the reins upon their neck;
So love restrain’d augments, and fiercer grows
In a close prison, than when loose he goes.
Sir R. Fanbaw.
And in a fragment of Euripides, it is observed,
Τοιαυτ’ αλυει νοθετεμενος γ' ερως..
Love rages more, the more it is supprest.
A C Τ ΙΙΙ. . SCENE I.
Gifts prevalent with Woman., Win (14) her with gifts, if she respect not words ; Dumbjewels, often, in their filent kind, More than quick words, do move a woman's mind.
Flattery prevalent with Woman. Flatter and praise, commend, extol their graces ; Tho' ne'er so black, swear they have angels' faces : That man who hath a tongue, I say, is no man, If with his tongue, he cannot win a woman.
A Lover's Banishment. (15) And why not death, rather than living tor
ment? To die, is to be banished from myself,
(14) Win, &c.] We are told, and that very beautifullys gifts are of no avail, and by no means regarded in true love. Winter's Tale, Act 4.
(15) See Romeo and Juliet, Act 3. In the ad Act, and 3d Scene of The Two Noble Kinsmen, Arcite speaks thus ;
Banish'd the kingdom ? 'Tis a benefit,
A mercy I must thank 'em for: but banith'd
The free enjoying of that face I die for,
Oh, 'twas a studied punishment ; a death
Beyond imagination ; such rvengeance,
That were I old and wicked, all my sins
Cou'd never pluck upon me. Palamon,
Thou hast the start now, thou shalt stay and see
Her bright eyes break each morning 'gainst the window,
And let in life unto thee: thou shalt feed
Upon the sweetness of a noble beauty,
That nature ne'er exceeded, nor ne'er Mall :
Good gods—what happiness has Palamon!
Twenty to one, he'll come to fpeak to her,
And if he be as gentle, as she 's fair,