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Tell me thou lov'st elsewhere ; but in my sight,
The better angel is a mau right fair,
The worser spirit a woman, colour'd ill. And therefore from my face she turns my foes,
To win me soon to hell, my female evil That they elsewhere might dart their injuries :
Tempteth my better angel from my side, Yet do not so; but since I am near slain,
And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Kill me outright with looks, and rid my pain. Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
And whether that my angel be turn`d fiend,
Suspect I may, yet not directly tell :
But being both from me, both to each friend,
Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt, The manner of my pity-wanting pain.
Till my bad angel fire my gooil one out.
Those lips that Love's own hand did make
To me that languish d for her sake: And in my madness might speak ill of thee :
But when she saw my woeful state, Now this ill-wresting world is grown so bad,
Straight in her heart did mercy come, Mad slanderers by mad ears believed be.
Chiding that tongue, that ever sweet That I may not be so, nor thou belied,
Was used in giving gentle doom ; Bear thine eyes straight, though thy proud heart go And taught it thus anew to greet : wide.
“I hate," she alter'd with an end,
That follow'd it as gentle day In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes,
Doth follow night, who like a fiend
From heaven to hell is flown away. For they in thee a thousand errors note;
“I hate” from hate away she threw, But it is my heart that loves what they despise,
And sav'd my life, saying—“not you."
Poor soul, the centre of my sinful eart
Fool'd by those rebel powers that thee array,
Why dost thou pine withiin, and sufler deartli,
Painting thy outward walls so costly gay? W bo leaves unsway'd the likeness of a man,
Why so large cost, baving so sbort a lease,
Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ?
Shall worms, inheritors of this excess,
Eat up thy charge? Is this thy body's end ?
Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, cxlii.
And let that pine to aggravate thy store ; Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,
Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross; Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving :
Within he feu, without be rich no more : O, but with mine compare thou thine own state,
So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men, And thou shalt find it merits not reproving;
And, Death once dead, there's no more dying then. Or, if it do, not from those lips of thine, That have profand their scarlet ornaments, And seal'd false bonds of love as oft as mine;
My love is as a fever, longing still Robb'd others' beds' revenues of their rents.
For that which longer murseth the disease : Be it lawful I love thee, as thou lov'st those
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, Whom thine eyes woo as mine importune thee :
The uncertain sickly appetite to please. Ruot pity in thy heart, that, when it grows,
My reason, the physician to my love, Thy pity may deserve to pitied be.
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, If thou dost seek to have what thon dost hide,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve By self-example mayst thou be denied !
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care, cxlII.
And frantic mad with evermore unrest; Lo, as a careful Lenusewife runs to catch
My thoughts and my discourse as mad men's are, Que of her feather d creatures broke away,
At random from the truth vainly express'd ;
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
O me! what eyes hath love put in my head,
Which have no correspondence with true sight! So runn'st thou after that which flies from thee,
Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled, Whilst I thy babe chase thee atar behind ;
That censures b falsely what they see aright ? But if thou catch thy hope, turn back to me,
If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote,
What means the world to say it is not so ?
# Suggest-tempt. Censures-judges estimales.
If it be not, then love doth well denote
O cunning Love! with tears thou keep'st me blind,
But, rising at thy name, doth point out thee
No want of conscience hold it that I call
Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not,
But, love, bate on, for now I know thy mind;
In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn,
For I have sworn thee fair : more perjur J I,
O, from what power hast thou this powerful might,
If thy unworthiness rais 'd love in me,
Cupid laid by his brand, and fell asleep:
But found no cure: the bath for my help lies
Love is too young to know what conscience is ;
The little love-god, lying once asleep,
Came there for cure, and this by that I prore,
& Partake--take part A partaker was a confederate.
b Amiss— fault
A LOVER'S COMPLAINT.
From off a hill whose concave womb re-worded a With sleided silk a feat and affectedly
Enswarth'd, and seald to curious secresy.
These often bath'd she in her fluxive eyes,
And often kiss'd, and often gaveb to tear ; Tearing of papers, breaking rings a-twain,
Cried, “O false blood! thou register of lies, Storming her world with sorrow's wind and rain. What unapproved witness dost thou bear!
Ink would bave seem d more black and damned Upon her head a platted hive of straw,
here!" Which fortified her visage from the sun,
This said, in top of rage the lines she rents,
A reverend man that graz'd his cattle nigh,
Sometime a blusterer, that the ruflle knew Some beauty peep'd through lattice of seard age.
Of court, of city, and bad let go by
The swiftest hours, observed as they flew, Oft did she heave her napkine to her eyne,
Towards this afflicted fancy e fastly drew ; Which on it had conceited characters, a
And privileg'd by age, desires to know
In brief the grounds and motives of her woe.
So slides he down upon his grained bat, a
And comely-distant sits he by her side ;
When he again desires her, being sat, In clamours of all size, both high and low.
Her grievance with his hearing to divide : Sometimes her levelld eves their carriage ride,
If that from him there may be auglit applied As they did battery to the spheres intend;
Which may her suffering ecstacy assuage, Sometime diverted their poor balls are tied
'T is promis'd in the charity of age. To th' orbed earth : sometimes they do extend
“ Father," she says, “though in me you behold Their view right on; anon their gazes lend
The injury of many a blasting hour, To every place at once, and nowhere fix'd,
Let it not tell your judgment I am old ; The mind and sight distractedly commix d.
Not age, but sorrow, over me hath power :
I might as yet have been a spreading flower, Her hair, nor loose, nor tied in formal plat,
Fresh to myself, if I had self-applied
Love to myself, and to no love beside.
“ But woe is me! too early I attended Some in her threaden fillet still did bide,
A youthful suit (it was to gain my grace And, true to bondage, would not break from thence, Of one by nature's outwards so commended, Though slackly braided in loose negligence.
That maiden's eyes stuck over all his face:
Love lack'd a dwelling, and made him her place : A thousand favours from a maundh she drew
And when in his fair parts she did abide,
She was new lodg‘d, and newly deified.
“His browny locks did hang in crooked curls ; Like usury, applying wet to wet,
And every light occasion of the wind Or monarch's hands, that let not bounty fall
Upon his lips their silken parcels hurls. Where want cries "some," but where excess begs all. What 's sweet to do, to do will aptly find :
Each eye that saw him did enchant the mind; or folded schedules had she many a one,
For on his visage was in little drawn,
« Small show of man was yet upon his chin; Found yet mo letters sadly penn'd in blood,
His phænix down began but to appear,
Like unshorn velvet, on that termless skin, Re-worded-echoed. b Laid. So the original. But it is usually more correctly * Sleided silk. In Mr. Ramsay's Introduction to his editiou pointed lay. The idiomatic grammar of Shakspere's age ought of the Paston Letters, the old mode of sealing a letter is clearly not to be removed.
described :-" It was carefully folded, and fastened at the end € Napkin_handkerchief.
hy a sort of paper strap, upon which the seal was affixed; and d Conceited characters-fanciful figures worked on the hand- under the seal a string, a silk thread, or even a straw, was frekerchief.
quently placed running around the letter." e Land'ring-washing.
o Gare is here used in the sense of save the mind to, contem. ? Pelleted-formed into pellets, or small balls.
plated, made a movement towards, inclined to. & Sheav'd-made of straw, collected from sheaves.
• Fancy is often used by Shakspere in the sense of love; but b Mand-a basket.
here it means one that is possessed by fancy. 1 Bedded. So the original, the word probably meaning jet
d Bat-club. unbedded, cr set, in some other substance.
e Sawn. Boswell says that the word means sown and that it k AC-mole.
is still so pronounced in Scotland.
Whose bare out-braggʻd the web it seem'd to wear; “ But ah! who ever shunn`d by precedent
Or forc'd examples, 'gainst her own content,
To put the by-pass'd perils in her way?
Counsel may stop a while what will not stay; “ His qualities were beauteous as his form,
For when we rage, advice is often seen
By blunting us to make our wits more keen.
“ Nor gives it satisfaction to our blood, When winds breathe sweet, unruly though they be. That we must curb it upon others' prool, His rudeness so with his authoriz'd youth
To be forbid the sweets that seem so good, Did livery falseness in a pride of truth.
For fear of harms that preach in our beloof.
( appetite, from judgment stand aloof!
Though reason weep, and cry It is thy lasi,
And knew the patterns of his foul bezuiling;
Heard where his plants in others' orchards grew, Whether the horse by him became his deed,
Saw how deceits were gilded in dis smiling; Or he his manage by the well-doing steed.
Knew vows were ever brokers to defiling;
Thought* characters and words, merely but art, “ But quickly on this side the verdict went;
And bastards of his foul adulterate heart.
“ And long upon these terms I held my city, Accomplish'd in himself, not in his case : 5
Till thus he 'gan besiege me: Gentle maid,
And be not of my holy vows afraid :
For feasts of love I have been call'd unto, * So on the tip of his subduing tongue
Till now did ne'er invite, nor never vow,
“ All my offences that abroad you see For his advantage still did wake and sleep:
Are errors of the blood, none of the mind; To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep,
Love made them not; with acture b they may be, He had the dialect and different skill,
Where neither party is nor true nor kind: Catching all passions in his craft of will;
They sought their shame that so their shame did fid;
And so much less of shame in me remains, “ Tbat he did in the general bos m reign
By how much of me their reproach contains.
“ Among the many that mine eyes have seen, In personal duty, following where he haunted :
Not one whose flame my heart so much as warm, Consents bewitch'd, ere he desire, have granted;
Or my affection put to the smallest teeu, And dialogued for him what he would say,
Or any of my leisures ever charm'd : Ask'd their own wills, and made their wills obey.
Harm have I done to them, but neer was harm'd;
Kept hearts in liveries, but mine own was free, “ Many there were that did his picture get,
Aud reign'd, commanding in his monarchy.
“ Look here what tributes wounded fancies sent me, The goodly objects which abroad they find
Of paled pearls, and rubies red as blood; Of lands and mansions, theirs in thought assign'd;
Figuring that they their passions likewise lent me And labouring in mo pleasures to bestow them,
Of grief and blushes, aptly understood Than the true gouty landlord which doth owe them :
In bloodless white and the encrimson'd mood;
Effects of terror and dear modesty, “ So many have, that never touch d his hand,
Encamp'd in hearts, but fighting outwardly.
“ And lo! behold these talents d of their hair, And was my own fee-simple, (not in part,)
With twisted metal amorously impleachd, What with his art in youth, and youth in art,
I have receiv'd from many a several fair, Threw my affections in his charmed power,
(Their kind acceptance weepingly beseech'd) Resery'd the stalk, and gave him all my tlower.
With the annexions of fair gems enrichd,
And deep-brain d sonnets that did amplify “ Yet did I not, as some my equals did,
Each stone's dear nature, worth, and quality.
“ The diamond, why 't was beautiful and hard, With safest distance I mine honour shielded :
Whereto his invis d' properties did tend ; Experience for me many bulwarks builded
The deep-green emerald, in whose fresh regard of proofs new-bleeding, which remaind the foil Of this false jewel, and his amorous spoil.
• Malone-and he is followed in all modern editions-pats a comma after thought, and says, " it is here, I believe, a sutra
stantive." Surely thought is a verb. We have a regula * Visage is the inverted nominative case to showed.
sequence of verbs—heard-saw-knew-thought. b Case-outward show.
6 Acture is explained as synonymous with action. . Can is constantly used by the old writers, especially by c Teen—grief. Spenser, in the sense uľ begrin. For is used in the sense of d Talents is here used in the sense of something precious.
• Implcach'duterwoven. i labus d-mn -isible
Weak sights their sickly radiance do amend ;
Of wealth, of filial fear, law, kindred, fanie! The heaven-hued sapphire and the opal blend
Love's arms are peace, 'gainst rule, gainst sense, 'gains: With objects manifold; each several stone,
shame, With wit well blazon'd, smil'd or made some moan. And sweetens, in the suffering panys it bears,
The aloes of all forces, shocks, and fears. “ Lo! all these trophies of affections hot, Of pensiv'd and subdued desires the tender,
“Now all these hearts that do on mine depend, Nature hath charg'd me that I board them not,
Feeling it break, with bleeding groans they pine, But yield them up where I myself must render,
And supplicant their sighs to you extend, That is, to you, my origin and ender :
To leave the battery that you make 'gainst mine, For these, of force, must your oblations be,
Leuding soft audience to my sweet design, Since I their altar, you enpatron me.
And credent soul to that strong-bonded oath,
That shall prefer and undertake my truth. “O) then advance of yours that phraseless hand, Whose white weighs down the airy scale of praise ;
“ This said, his watery eyes he did dismount, Take all these similes to your own command,
Whose sights till then were levellid on my face
Each check a river running from a fount Hallow'd with sighs that burning lungs did raise ;
With brinish current downward flow'd apace :
O how the channel to the stream gave grace!
Who, glazd with crystal, gate“ the glowing ruses
That flame through water which their hue encloses. “ Lo! this device was sent me from a nun,
" ( father, what a hell of witchcraft lies Or sister sanctified of holiest note;
In the small orb of one particular tear!
But with the inundation of the eyes
What breast so cold that is not warmed here?
Both fire from hence and chill extincture hath! " But O, my sweet, what labour is 't to leave
“ For lo! his passion, but an art of craft, The thing we have not, mastering what not strives ? Even there resolv'd my reason into tears ; Paling the place which did no form receive,
There my white stole of chastity I dafld, Playing patient sports in unconstrained gyves : Shook off my sober guards, and civil b fears; She that ber fame so to terself contrives,
Appear to him, as he to me appears, The scars of battle 'scapeth by the fiight,
All melting; though our drops this difference bore, And makes her absence valiant, not her inight.
His poison d me, and mine did him restore. “ O pardon me, in that my boast is true ;
“ In him a plenitude of subtle matter, The accident which brought me to her eye,
Applied to cautels, all strange forms receives, Upon the moment did her force subdue,
of burning blushes, or of weeping water, And now she would the caged cloister fly:
Or swooning paleness ; and he takes and leaves, Religious love put out religion's eye:
In either's aptness, as it best deceives, Not to be tempted, would she be immurd,
To blush at speeches rank, to weep at woes, And now, to tempt all, liberty procurd.
Or to turn white and swoon at tragic shows; “ How mighty then you are, O hear me tell!
« That not a heart which in his level came The broken bosoms that to me belong
Could scape the hail of his all-hurting aim, Have emptied all their fountains in my well,
Showing fair nature is both kind and tame; And mine I pour your ocean all among :
And veil'd in them, did win whom he would maim: I strong o'er them, and you o'er me being strong,
Against the thing he sought he would exclaim; Must for your victory us all congest,
When he must burn'd in heart-wish d luxury, As compound love to physic your cold breast.
He preach'd pure maid, and prais'd cold chastity.
“ Thus merely with the garment of a Grace My parts had power to charm a sacred sun,
The naked and concealed fiend he cover'd,
That the unexperienc'd gave the tempter place,
Which, like a cherubin, above them hover d. O most potential love! vow, bond, nor space,
Who, young and simple, would not be so lover'd ? In thee hath neither sting, knot, nor confine,
Ah me! I fell; and yet do question make
What I should do again for such a sake. For thou art all, and all things else are thine.
“0, that infected moisture of his eye, “ When thou impressest, what are precepts worth 0, that false fire which in his cheek so glow'd, Of stale example? When thou wilt inflame,
0, that forc'd thunder from his heart did fly, How coldly those impediments stand forth
O, that sad breath his spongy lungs bestow d,
0, all that borrow'à motion, seeming ow'd, a A Suit. “ The noble suit in court" is, we think, the suit
Would yet again betray the fore-betray'd, b Havings. Malone receives this as accomplishments-Mr. Dyce Aud new pervert a recouciled maid !" as furtune. • Blossoms—young men; the flower of the nobilitv.
í Gate-got, procured. b Civil-decorous. • Of richest coat--of highest descent.
• Cautels--deceitful purposes.
d Ow'd-owned; his own
made to her in court.