THE BURIED WOE. "De dentro tengo mi mal." My woe is buried deep within; My woe, within my heart enshrin'd, That's the proud privilege of the mind. Beneath an alabaster lid: My woe is buried deep in me. Idem. CARTAGENA. NO, THAT CAN NEVER BE. "Partir quiero yo." YES! I must leave,-O, yes! To absence, loneliness, "Tis vain,-'tis vain to flee; I see thee not the less, When memory's shades I see; The rising thoughts of thee? Yet must I leave ;-the grave Shall be a home for me, To thy strange witchery, Cancionero General, Valencia, 1511, p. 147. PAIN IN PLEASURE. "Voluntud no trabajeis." O LABOR not, impatient will! If thou wilt think of moments gone, And death is but the goal of pain, And memory's eye with tears is wet. Cancionero General, Valencia, 1511, p. 124. CRISTOVAL DE CASTILLEJO. WOMEN. 66 Sinmugeres." How dreary and lone If women were none ! "Twould be like a fair, With neither fun nor business there. Without their smile, Life would be tasteless, vain, and vile; A chaos of perplexity, A body without a soul 'twould be ; A roving spirit, borne Upon the winds forlorn ; A tree without or flowers or fruit, A reason with no resting place, What could we do? where should we go? But for woman to lead us? How could we love if woman were not? Love the only charm of living; Who would take charge of your house, say who? Kitchen, and dairy, and money-chest? Who but the women, who guard them best; Guard, and adorn them too? Who like them has a constant smile, Full of peace, of meekness full, When life's edge is blunt and dull, Down to the grave through wasting woe? And if a beam of glory yet O, 'tis theirs!-O, 'tis theirs! They are the guard,-the soul,-the seal Of human hope and human weal: They,-they,-none but they! Woman,-sweet woman,-let none say nay! Obras. Amberes, 1598, p. 166. |