And frantic mad with evermore unrest; [are,Triumph in love; flesh stays no further reason;
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's
At random from the truth vaiuly express'd;
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee
bright,

For I have sworn deep oaths of thy deep kind

ness,

Oaths of thy love, thy truth, thy constancy;
And, to enlighten thee, gave eyes to blindness,
Or made them swear against the thing they see;
For I have sworn thee fair,-more perjur'd I,
To swear, against the truth, so foul a lie!
153.

Cupid laid by his brand, and fell asleep :
A maid of Dian's this advantage found,
And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep
In a cold valley-fountain of that ground;
Which borrow'd from this holy fire of Love
A dateless lively heat, still to endure,
And grew a seething bath, which yet men
prove

Against strange maladies a sovereign cure.
But at my mistress' eye Love's brand new-fired,
my
breast;
The boy for trial needs would touch
I, sick withal, the help of bath desir'd,
And thither hied, a sad distemper'd guest,

But found no cure: the bath for my help lies
Where Cupid got new fire, -my mistress'
eyes.
154.

The little Love-god, lying once asleep,
Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand,
Whilst many nymphs that vow'd chaste life to
keep,

Came tripping by ; but in her maiden hand
The fairest votary took up that fire
Which many legions of true hearts had warm'd;
And so the general of hot desire

Was, sleeping, by a virgin hand disarm'd.
This brand she quenched in a cool well by.
Which from Love's fire took heat perpetual,
Growing a bath and healthful remedy
For men diseas'd; but I, my mistress' thrall,
Came there for cure, and this by that I
prove,

Love's fire heats water, water cools not
love.

A LOVER'S COMPLAINT.

Upon her head a platted hive of straw,
Which fortified her visage from the sun,
Whereon the thought might think sometime it
The carcase of a beauty spent and done: [saw
Time had not scythed all that youth begun,
Nor youth all quit; but, spite of Heaven's fell
Lage.
Some beauty peep'd through lattice of sear'd

rage,

Oft did she heave her napkin to her eyne,
Which on it had conceited characters,
Laundering the silken figures in the brine
That season'd woe had pelleted in tears,
And often reading what contents it bears;
As often shrieking undistinguish'd woe,
In clamours of all size, both high and low.

4.

Sometimes her levell'd eyes their carriage ride,
As they did battery to the spheres intend;
Sometime, diverted, their poor balis are tied
To th orbed earth; sometimes they do extend
Their view right on; anon their gazes lend
To every place at once, and, nowhere fix'd,
The mind and sight distractedly commix'd.

5.

Her hair, nor loose, nor tied in formal plat,
Proclaim'd in her a careless hand of pride;
For some, untuck'd, descended her sheav'd hat,
Hanging her pale and pined cheek beside;
Some in her threaden fillet still did bide,
And, true to bondage, would not break from
thence,

Though slackly braided in loose negligence.
6.

A thousand favours from a maund she drew
Of amber, crystal, and of beaded jet,
Which one by one she in a river threw.
Upon whose weeping margent she was set;
Like usury, applying wet to wet,
Or monarch's hands, that let not bounty fall
Where want cries, Some," but where excess
7.
[begs all..
Of folded schedules had she many a one,
Which she perus'd, sigh'd, tore, and gave the
flood;

Crack'd many a ring of posied gold and bone,
Bidding them find their sepulchres in mud,
Found yet more letters sadly penn'd in blood,
With sleided silk feat and affectedly
Enswath'd, and seal'd to curious secrecy.

Each eye that saw him did enchant the mind;" So many have, that never touch'd his hand,
For on his visage was in little drawn,
What largeness thinks in Paradise was sawn.

To be forbid the sweets that seem so good,
For fear of harms that preach in our behoof.
O appetite, from judgment stand aloof!
The one a palate hath that needs will taste,
Though reason weep, and cry, 'It is thy last.'

"

25.

With objects manifold: each several stone, With wit well blazon'd, smil'd or made some [moan.

32.

'Lo, all these trophies of affections hot, Of pensiv'd and subdu'd desires the tender, Nature hath charg'd me that I hoard them not,

'For further I could say, 'This man's un-But yield them up where I myself must render,

26.

"And long upon these terms I held my city,
Till thus he 'gan besiege me: 'Gentle maid,
Have of my suffering youth some feeling pity,
And be not of my holy vows afraid :

That's to you sworn, to none was ever said;
For feasts of love I have been call'd unto,
Till now did ne'er invite, nor never vow.
27.

"All my offences that abroad you see
Are errors of the blood, none of the mind:
Love made them not with acture they may
Where neither party is nor true nor kind: [be,
They sought their shame that so their shame
did find;

And so much less of shame in me remains,
By how much of me their reproach contains.
28.

Among the many that mine eyes have seen, Not one whose flame my heart so much as warm'd,

That is, to you, my origin and ender;
For these, of force, must your oblations be,
Since I their altar, you enpatron me.

33.

O, then, advance of yours that phraseless
hand,
[praise:
Whose white weighs down the airy scale of
Take all these similes to your own command,
Hallow'd with sighs that burning lungs did
What me your minister, for you obeys, [raise;
Works under you; and to your audit comes
Their distract parcels in combined suns.

34.

'Lo, this device was sent me from a nun,
Or sister sanctified, of holiest note;
Which late her noble suit in court did shun,
Whose rarest havings made the blossoms dote;
For she was sought by spirits of richest coat,
But kept cold distance, and did thence remove,
To spend her living in eternal love.

strives,

Paling the place which did no form receive,
Playing patient sports in unconstrained gyves?
She that her fame so to herself contrives,
The scars of battle 'scapeth by the flight,
And makes her absence valiant, not her might.
36.

Or my affection put to the smallest teen,
Or any of my leisures ever charm'd: [harm'd;"'O, pardon me, in that my boast is true:
Harm have I done to them, but ne'er was
Kept hearts in liveries, but mine own was free,
And reign'd, commanding in his monarchy.

29.

'Look here, what tributes wounded fancies

sent me,

Of paled pearls, and rubies red as blood;
Figuring that they their passions likewise lent
[me
Of grief and blushes, aptly understood
In bloodless white and the encrimson'd mood;
Effects of terror and dear modesty,
Encamp'd in hearts, but fighting outwardly.
30.

"

''And, lo, behold these talents of their hair,
With twisted metal amorously impleach'd,
I have receiv'd from many a several fair,
(Their kind acceptance weepingly beseech'd,)
With the annexions of fair gems enrich'd,
And deep-brain'd sonnets that did amplify
Each stone's dear nature, worth, and quality.
[hard,
The diamond,-why, 'twas beautiful and
Whereto his invis'd properties did tend;
The deep-green emerald, in whose fresh regard
Weak sights their sickly radiance do amend ;
The heaven-hued sapphire and the opal blend Of stale example? When thou wilt inflame,

"

31.

My parts had power to charm a sacred nun,
Who, disciplin'd and dieted in grace,
Believ'd her eyes when they to assail begun,
All vows and consecrations giving place;
O most potential love! vow, bond, nor space,
In thee hath neither sting, knot, nor contine,
For thou art, and all things else are thine.
"When thou impressest, what are precepts
worth

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39.

All melting; though our drops this difference bore,

His poison'd me, and mine did him restore.

44.

"In him a plenitude of subtle matter,
Applied to cautels, all strange forms receives,
Of burning blushes, or of weeping water,
Or swooning paleness; and he takes and leaves,
In either's aptness, as it best deceives,
To blush at speeches rank, to weep at woes,
Or to turn white and swoon at tragic shows:
45.

That not a heart which in his level came
Could 'scape the hail of his all-hurting aim,
Showing fair nature is both kind and tame;
And, veil'd in them, did win whom he would
maim:

Against the thing he sought he would exclaim;
When he most burn'd in heart-wish'd luxury,
He preach'd pure maid, and prais'd cold chas-
tity.

THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM.

I.

SWEET Cytherea, sitting by a brook
With young Adonis, lovely, fresh, and green,
Did court the lad with many a lovely look,-
Such looks as none could look but beauty's
She told him stories to delight his ear; [queen.
She show'd him favours to allure his eye;
To win his heart, she touch'd him here and
Touches so soft still conquer chastity. [there:
But whether unripe years did want conceit,
Or he refus'd to take her figur'd proffer,
The tender nibbler would not touch the bait,
But smile and jest at every gentle offer:
Then fell she on her back, fair queen, and
toward :

He rose and ran away; ah, fool too froward!

2.

Scarce had the sun dried up the dewy morn,
And scarce the herd gone to the hedge for
When Cytherea, all in love forlorn, [shade,
A longing tarriance for Adonis made,