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Here the anthem doth commence:
That it cried, how trae a twain, Love and constancy is dead;
Seemeth this concordant one! Phoenix and the turtle fled
Love hath reason, reason none, In a mutual flame from heuce.
If what parts can so remain. So they loved, as love in twain
Whereupon it made this threne; Had the essence but in one;
To the phoenix and the duve, Two distincts, division pone:
Co-supremes and stars of love, Number there in love was sla'n.
As chorus to their tragic scene. Hearts remove, yet not asunder;
THRENOS. Distance, and not space was seen 'Twixt the turtle and his queen!
Beauty, 'truth, and rarity,
Grace in all simplicity, But in them it were a wonder.
Here inclosed in cinders lie. So between them love did shine,
Death is now the phoenix' nest; That the turtle saw his rigt
And tho turtle's loyal breast Flaming in the phoenix' sight:
To eternity doth rest, Either was the other's mine.
Leaving no posterity:Property was thus appallid,
'Twas not their infirmity, That the self was not the same;
It was married chastity. Single nature's double name
Truth may seem, but cannot be; Neither two nor one was call'd.
Beauty brag, but 'tis not she; Reason, in itself confounded,
Truth and beauty buried be. Saw division grow together;
To this urn let those repair To themselves yet either-neither,
That are either true or fair; Simple were so well compounded;
For these dead birds sigh a prayer.
A LOVER'S COMPLAINT. And, true to bondage, would not break from
Though slackly braided in loose negligence. From off a hill whose concave womb re-worded
A thousand favours from a maund she drew A plaintful story from a sistering vale,
of amber, crystal, and of bedded jet, My spirits to attend this double voice accorded, Which one by one she in a river threw, And down I lay to list the sad-tuned tale: Upon whose weeping margent she was set; – Ere long espy'd a fickle maid full pale,
Like usury, applying wet to wet, Tearing of papers, breaking rings a-twain,
Or monarch's hands, that let not bounty fall Storming her world with sorrow's wind and rain. Where want cries some, but where excess begs all.
Of folded schedules had she many a one,
Which she perused, sigh'd, tore, and gave the flood; Whereop the thonght might think sometime it saw
Crack'd many a ring of posied gold and bone, The carcase of a beauty spent and done.
Bidding them find their sepulchres in mud; Time had not scythed all that youth begun,
Found yet more letters sadly penn'd in blood, Nor youth all quit; but, spite of heaven's fell With sleided silk feat and affectedly
Enswath'd, and seal'd to curious secrecy. rage, Some beauty peep'd through lattice of sear'd age.
These often bathed she in her fluxive eyes,
And often kiss'd, and often 'gan to tear; Oft did she heave her napkin to her eyne, Cried, 0 false blood! thou register of lies, Which on it had conceited characters,
What upapproved witness dost thou bear!" Laund'ring the silken figures in the brine Ink would have seem'd more black and damned here! That season'd woe had pelleted in tears,
This said, in top of rage the lines she rents; And often reading what contents it bears;
Big discontent so breaking their contents.
A reverend man that grazed his cattle nigh,
(Sometime a blasterer, that the ruffle knew Sometimes her levelld eyes their carriage ride, of court, of city, and had let go by As they did battery to the spheres intend; The swiftest hours) observed as they flew; Sometime diverted their poor balls are tied Towards this afflicted fancy fastly drew; To the orbed earth; sometimes they do extend And, privileged by age, desires to know Their view right on; anon their gazes lead In brief, the grounds and motives of her woo. To every place at once, and no where fix'd, The mind and sight distractedly commix'd.
So slides he down upon his grained bat,
And comely-distant sits he by her side ; Her hair, nor loose, nor tied in formal plait, When he again desires her, being sat, Proclaim'd in her a careless hand of pride ; Her grievance with his hearing to divide : For some, untuch'd, descended her sheaved hat, If that from him there may be aught applied Hanging her pale and pined cheek beside;
her suffering ecstacy assuage, Some in her threaden fillet still did bide, j'Tis promised in the charity of age.
Father, she says, thougk in me you behold And labouring in more pleasures to bestow them, The injury of many a blasting hour,
Than the true gouty landlord which doth owe Let it not tell your judgment I am old;
them. Not age, but sorrow, over me hath power:
So many have, that never touch'd his hand, I might as yet have been a spreading flower,
Sweetly supposed them mistress of his heart. Fresh to myself, if I had seli-applied
My woeful self, that did in freedom stand, Love io inyself, and to no love beside.
And was my own fee-simple, (not in part)
What with his art in youth, and youth in art, But woe is me! too early I attended
Threw my affections in his charmed power, A youthful suit (it was to gain my grace) of one by nature's outwards so commended, Reserved the stalk, and gave him all my flower. That muidens' eyes stuck over all his face; Yet did I not, as some my equals did, Love lack'd a dwelling, and made him her place; Demand of hini, nor being desired, yielded; And when in his fair parts she did abide,
Finding myself in honour so forbid, She was new lodged, and newly deilied.
With safest distance I mine honour shielded :
Experience for me many bulwarks builded His browny locks did hang in crooked curls ;
Of proofs new-bleeding, which remain'd the foil And every light occasion of the wind
of this false jewel, and his amorous spoil. Upon his lips their silkeu parcels hurls. What's sweet to do, to do will aptly find:
But ah! whoever shuon’d by precedent Each eye that saw him did enchant the mind; The destined ill she must herself assay? For on his visage was in little drawn,
Or forced examples, 'gainst her own content, What largeness thinks in Paradise was sawn. To put the by-pass’d perils in her way?
Counsel may stop a while what will not stay; Small show of man was yet upon his chin;
For when we rage, advice is often seen
By blunting us to make our wits more keen.
Nor gives it satisfaction to our blood,
To be forbid the sweets that seem so good, And nice affections wavering stood in doubt,
For fear of-harms that preach in our behoof, If best 'twere as it was, or best without.
O appetite, from judgment stand aloof! His qualities were beauteous as his form, The one a palate hath that needs will taste, For maiden-tongued he was, and therefore free; Though reason weep, and cry- it is thy last. Yet, if men moved him, was he such a storm For further I could say, this man's untrue, As oft 'twixt May and April is to see,
And knew the patterns of his soul beguiling; When winds breathe sweet, unruly though they be. Heard where his plants in others' orchards grew, His rudeness so with his authorized youth Saw how deceits were gilded in his smiling, Did livery falseness in a pride of truth.
Knew vows were ever brokers to defiling, Well could he ride; and often men would say, Thought, characters, and words, merely but art, “ That horse his mettle from his rider takes :
And bastards of his foul adulterate heart. Proud of subjection, noble by the sway,
And long upon these terms I held my city, What rounds, what bounts, what course, what stop Till thus he'gan besiege me: 'Gentle maid, he makes!”
Have of my suffering youth some feeling pity, And controversy hence a question takes,
And be not of my holy vows afraid : Whether the horse by him became his deed, That's to you sworn, to none was ever said; Or he his manage by the well-doing steed, For feasts of love I have been callid unto,
Till now did ne'er invite, nor never vow.
"All my offences that abroad you see, To appertainings and to ornament,
Are errors of the blood, none of the mind : Accomplish'd in himself, not in his case :
Love made them not; with acture they may be, All aids, themselves made fairer by their place,
Where neither party is nor true nor kind: Came for additions; yet their purposed trim
They sought their shame that so their shame did Pieced not his grace, but were all graced by him.
And so much less of shame in me remains, So on the tip of his subduing tongue By how much of me their reproach contains. All kind of arguments and question deep, All replication prompt, and reason strong,
‘Among the many that mine eyes have seen, For his advantage still did wake and sleep:
Not one whose flame my heart so much as warm'd. To make the weeper lauglı, the laugher weep;
Or my affection put to the smallest teen, He had the dialect and different skill,
Or any of my leisures ever charm’d: Catching all passions in his craft of' will;
Harm have I done to them, but ne'er was harm'd;
Kept hearts in liveries, but mine own was free; That he did in the general bosom reign,
And reign’d, commanding in his monarchy. of young, of old; and sexes both euchanted, To dwell with him in thoughts, or to remain
'Look here what tributes wounded fancies sent In personal daty, following where he haunted:
me, Consents, bewitch’d, ere he desire, have granted; of paled pearls, and rubies red as blood; And dialogued for him what he would say,
Figuring that they their passions likewise lent me Ask'd their own wills, and made their wills obey. Of grief and blushes, aptly understood Many there were that did his picture get,
In bloodless white and the encrimson'd mood; To serve their eyes, and in it put their mind;
Effects of terror and dear modesty, Like fools that in the imaginatiou set
Encamp'd in hearts, but fighting outwardly. The goodly objects which abroad they find
And lo! behold these talents of their hair, On lands and mansions, theirs in thought a cigo'd ; With twisted metal amorously impleach'd,
I have received from many a several fair, How coldly those impediments stand forth
'gainst shame, Each stone's dear nature, worth, and quality. And sweetens, in the suffering pangs it bears,
*The diamond, why 'twas beautiful and hard, The aloes of all forces, shocks, and fears. Whereto his invised properties did tend;
'Now all these hearts that do on mine depend, The deep-green emerald, in whose fresh regard, Feeling it break, with bleeding groans they pine, Weak sights their sickly radiance do amend : And supplicant their sighs to you extend, The heaven-hued sapphire and the opal blend To leave the battery that you make 'gainst mine, With objects manifold; each several stone, Lending soft audience to my sweet design, With wit well blazon'd, smiled, or made some And credent soul to that strong-bonded oath,
That shall prefer and undertake my troth.' 'Lo! all these trophies of affections hot,
This said, his watery eyes he did dismount, of pensived and subdued desires the tender,
Whose sights till then were levellid on my face; Nature hath charged me that I board them not,
Each cheek a river running from a fount But yield them up where I myself must render
With brinish current downward flow'd apace : That is, to you, my origin and ender;
o, how the channel to the stream gave grace! For these, of force, must your oblations be,
Who, glazed with chrystal, gate the glowing roses Since I their altar, you enpatron me.
That flame through water which their hue incloses, O then advance of yours that phraseless hand, Whose white weighs down the airy scale of praise; In the small orb of one particular tear ?
O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies
But with the inundation of the eyes
What rocky heart to water will not wear?
What breast so cold that is not warmed here? Work under you; and to your audit comes Their distract parcels in combined sums.
O cleft effect! cold modesty, hot wrath,
Buth fire from hence and chill extincture hath! ‘Lo! this device was sent me from a nun, Or sister sanctified of holiest note,
For lo! his passion, but an art of craft,
All melting; though our drops this difference boro,
Or swooning paleness; and he takes and leaves, The scars of battle scapeth by the flight,
In either aptness as it best deceives,
O pardon me, in that my boast is true; Or to turn white, and swoon at tragic shows. The accident which brought me to her eye, That not a heart, which in his level came, Upon the moment did her force subdue,
Could 'scape the hail of his all-hurting aim, And now she would the caged cloister fly:
Shewing fair nature is both kind and tame; Religions love put out religion's eye:
And veil'd in them, did win whom he would maim; Not to be tempted, would she be enmured,
Against the thing he sought, he would exclaim: And now, to tempt all, liberty procured.
When he most burnt in heart-wish'd luxury, “How mighty then you are, o hear me tell! He preach'd pure maid, and praised cold chastity. The broken bosoms that to me belong, Have emptied all their fountains in my well, Thus merely with the garment of a Grace And mine I pour your ocean all among:
The naked and concealed fiend he cover'd; I strong o'er them, and you o'er me being strong, That the unexperienced gave the tempter place, Must for your victory us all congest,
Which, like a cherubim above them hover'd : As compound love to physic your cold breast. Who, young and simple, would not be so lover'd ? My parts had power to charm a sacred sun,
Ah me! I fell, and yet do question make, Who disciplined and dieted in grace,
What I should do again for such a sake. Believed her eyes when I the assail begun,
Oh! that infected moisture of his eye! All vows and consecrations giving place. Oh! that false fire, which in his cheek so glow'd! O most potential love! vow, bond, nor space, Oh! that forced thunder, from his heart did fly! In thee hath neither sting, knot, nor confine,
Oh! that sad breath, his spungy lungs bestow'd! For thou art all, and all things else are thine.
Oh! all that borrow'd motion, seeming owed! 'When thou impressest, what are precepts worth Would yet again betray the fore-betray'd, of stale example? When thou wilt inflame, And new pervert a reconciled maid !