This gentle beast so died, whom nothing could remove, But now I do perceive that nought it moveth you, My good intent, my gentle heart, nor yet my kind so true; But that your will is such to lure me to the trade, As other some full many years trace by the craft ye made. And thus behold our kinds, how that we differ far; I seek my foes, and you your friends do threaten still with war. I fawn where I am fled, you slay that seeks to you : I can devour no yielding prey, you kill where you sub due; My kind is to desire the honour of the field; And you with blood to slake your thirst on such as to 50 Wherefore I would you wist, that for your coyed looks, hooks. And though some lust to love, where blame full well they might; And to such beasts of current sort that would have travail bright; I will observe the law that Nature gave to me, To conquer such as will resist, and let the rest go free. doth care, 60 1 Thomas Howard, half uncle to Surrey, was committed to the Tower for having, without the knowledge of Henry VIII., affianced himself to the Lady Margaret Douglas, daughter of Margaret, Queen of Scotland, the King's sister. He died in the Tower after a confinement of two years.-2 Stale:' a piece of meat used to allure falcons back to the hand. While that I live and breathe, such shall my custom be 61 In wildness of the woods to seek my prey, where pleaseth me; Where many one shall rue, that never made offence; Thus your refuse against my power shall boot them no defence; And for revenge thereof I vow and swear thereto, A thousand spoils I shall commit I never thought to do ; Sith that a lion's heart is for a wolf no prey, 70 With bloody mouth go slake your thirst on simple sheep, I say, With more despite and ire than I can now express; Which to my pain, though I refrain, the cause you may well guess. As for because myself was author of the game, It boots me not that for my wrath I should disturb the same.' THE FAITHFUL LOVER DECLARETH HIS PAINS AND HIS UNCERTAIN JOYS, AND IF care do cause men cry, why do not I complain? So far from weal, so full of woe, or hath more cause to moan. 5 For all things having life sometime hath quiet rest; Save I, alas! whom care of force doth so constrain 10 From pensiveness to plaint, from plaint to bitter tears, From tears to painful plaint again; and thus my life it wears. Nothing under the sun, that I can hear or see, But moveth me for to bewail my cruel destiny. I take no pleasure in that place, it doubleth but my woe. And if I see some have their most desired sight, 'Alas!' think I, 'each man hath weal, save I, most woful wight.' 20 Then as the stricken deer withdraws himself alone, moan. There do my flowing eyes show forth my melting heart; So that the streams of those two wells right well declare my smart ; And in those cares so cold, I force myself a heat, (As sick men in their shaking fits procure themselves to sweat,) With thoughts that for the time do much appease my pain : But yet they cause a farther fear, and breed my woe again. Methink within my thought I see right plain appear 29 My heart's delight, my sorrow's leech, mine earthly goddess here, With every sundry grace, that I have seen her have : Thus I within my woful breast her picture paint and grave; And in my thought I roll her beauties to and fro, Her laughing chere, her lively look, my heart that pierced so, Then comes a sudden fear that reaveth1 all my rest, For when I think how far this earth doth us divide, Alas! me seems love throws me down; I feel how that I slide. 40 But then I think again, 'Why should I thus mistrust knot. So in despair and hope plunged am I both up and down, As is the ship with wind and wave, when Neptune list to frown: But as the watery showers delay the raging wind, So doth good hope clean put away despair out of my mind; And bids me for to serve, and suffer patiently: 49 For what wot I the after weal that fortune wills to me? For those that care do know, and tasted have of trouble, When passed is their woful pain, each joy shall seem them double, And bitter sends she now, to make me taste the better The pleasant sweet, when that it comes, to make it seem the sweeter. And so determine I to serve until my breath; 54 Yea, rather die a thousand times, than once to false my faith. And if my feeble corpse, through weight of woful smart, Do fail, or faint, my will it is that still she keep my heart; And when this carcass here to earth shall be refared, THE MEANS TO ATTAIN HAPPY LIFE.1 1 MARTIAL, the things that do attain The happy life, be these, I find: The riches left, not got with pain; The fruitful ground, the quiet mind: 2 The equal friend; no grudge, no strife; 3 The mean diet, no delicate fare; True wisdom join'd with simpleness; Where wine the wit may not oppress: 4 The faithful wife, without debate ; Such sleeps as may beguile the night; Ne wish for Death, ne fear his might. 'A translation from Martial, one of the earliest in the language. |