Part 40

[A Dialogue. _Ed_: A Dialogue betweene S^{r} Henry Wotton and M^{r} Donne. _1635-69 among_ Letters to Severall Personages: _no heading but divided between_ Earle of Pembroke _and_ Ben: Ruddier _H39_, _H40_, _P_: _and so between_ P _and_ R _in the_ Poems _&c._ (1660) _of Pembroke and Ruddier_. _See note_: _only 18 lines and no dialogue_, _Cy_: _in TCD_ (_II_) _the first part is given to_ Earl of Pembroke _and_ S^{r} Henry Wotton, _the second to_ S^{r} Ben. Ruddier _and_ D^{r} John Donne]

[3 whilst your hopes give _H39_, (the), _H40_, _P_: when the hope gives _1635-54_: when that hope gives _1669_]

[7 melts at _H39_, _H40_, _P_, _TCD_: melts to hear of _1635-69_]

[9 a strangers] anothers _P_

hurt _H39_, _H40_, _P_, _TCD_: eyes _1635-69 and mod. edd._]

[11 much _Cy_, _H39_, _H40_, _P_, _TCD_: well _1635-69_]

[13 Say _1635-69_: I think _H39_: Think _H40_: But thinke _P_

her disdaynings _1635-69_: her unkindness _H40_: that her disdaine _P_

must be] may well be _P_]

[17-18 _text_ _H40_, _P_, _P and R_:

So her disdaines can ne'er offend; Vnlesse selfe-love take private end. _1635-69_ ]

[21 causeth] maketh _H40_, _P_]

[23-4

Who can of love more free gift make Then to loves self, for loves owne sake

_H39_, _H40_, _P_ (_but H39 has to love in 23_)

Who can of love more gift make, Then to love selfe for loves sake. _1635-39_ Who can of love more rich gift make, Then to love selfe-love for loves sake? _1650-54_ Who can of love more rich gift make, Then to Loves self for loves own sake. _1669_ ]

[25 Quarry] quarryes _P_]

[27 roast _1669_, _H40_: rest _1635-54_: waste _H39_, _P_]

[30 May] doth _H39_, _H40_, _P_]

IX.

_Break of Daye._

Stanza prefixed to Donne's Poem (p. 23) in Stowe MS. 961 and in Edition of 1669.

Probably by John Dowlands.

Stay, O sweet, and do not rise, The light that shines comes from thine eyes; The day breaks not, it is my heart, Because that you and I must part. Stay, or else my joys will die, 5 And perish in their infancie.

[Stanza _&c._] _given as a separate poem in A25_ (_where it is written in at the side_), _C_, _O'F_, _P_: _printed in John Dowland's_ A Pilgrim's Solace (1612)]

[1 Stay, O sweet] Lie still my dear _A25_, _C_]

[3 The day breakes not] There breakes not day _S96_]

[4 Because that] To think that _S96_]

[5 Stay] Oh stay _S96_]

APPENDIX C.

A SELECTION OF POEMS WHICH FREQUENTLY ACCOMPANY POEMS BY JOHN DONNE IN MANUSCRIPT COLLECTIONS OR HAVE BEEN ASCRIBED TO DONNE BY MODERN EDITORS.

I.

POEMS FROM ADDITIONAL MS. 25707.

_A Letter written by S^{r} H: G: and J: D: alternis vicibus._

Since ev'ry Tree beginns to blossome now Perfuminge and enamelinge each bow, Hartes should as well as they, some fruits allow.

For since one old poore sunn serves all the rest, You sev'rall sunns that warme, and light each brest 5 Doe by that influence all your thoughts digest.

And that you two may soe your vertues move, On better matter then beames from above, Thus our twin'd souls send forth these buds of love.

As in devotions men Joyne both there hands, 10 Wee make ours doe one Act to seale the bands, By which we enthrall ourselves to your commands,

And each for others faith and zeale stand bound: As safe as spirits are from any wound, Soe free from impure thoughts they shal be found. 15

Admit our magique then by which wee doe Make you appeere to us, and us to you, Supplying all the Muses in you twoe.

Wee doe consider noe flower that is sweet, But wee your breath in that exhaling meet, 20 And as true types of you, them humbly greet.

Heere in our Nightingales we heere you singe Who soe doe make the whole yeare through a springe, And save us from the feare of Autumns stinge.

In Anchors calme face wee your smoothnes see, 25 Your mindes unmingled, and as cleare as shee That keepes untoucht her first virginitie.

Did all St. Edith nunns descend againe To honor Polesworth with their cloystred traine, Compar'd with you each would confesse some stayne. 30

Or should wee more bleed out our thoughts in inke, Noe paper (though it woulde be glad to drinke Those drops) could comprehend what wee doe thinke.

For t'were in us ambition to write Soe, that because wee two, you two unite, 35 Our letter should as you, bee infinite.

[Letter written _&c._ _A25_: _published by Chambers, who completes the names_]

[2 bow, _Ed_: bow _A25_]

[9 twin'd _A25_: twined _Chambers_]

[10 hands, _Ed_: hands _A25_]

[12-13 commands, ... bound: _Ed_: command. ... bound, _A25_]

[25 Anchors _Chambers_: Anchos _A25_]

[29 traine, _Ed_: traine _A25_]

[31 inke, _Ed_: inke _A25_]

_O Frutefull Garden._

O Frutefull garden, and yet never tilde, Box full of Treasure yet by noe man filde. O thou which haste, made him that first made thee; O neare of kinne to all the Trinetie; O Pallace where the kinge of all, and more; 5 Went in, and out, yet never opened doore; Whose flesh is purer, than an others sperrit Reache him our Prayers, and reach us down his merrit; O bread of lyfe which sweld'ste up without Leaven; O bridge which joynst togeather earth and heaven; 10 Whose eyes see me through these walles, and throughe glasse, And through this fleshe as thorowe Cipres passe. Behould a little harte made greate by thee Swellinge, yet shrinkinge at thy majestie. O dwell in it, for where soe ere thou go'ste 15 There is the Temple of the Holy Ghoste.

[O Frutefull Garden. _A25_: [TO THE BLESSED VIRGIN MARY.] _Chambers_]

[6 out, _Ed_: out _A25_]

[8 merrit; _Ed_: merrit, _A25_]

[9 Leaven, _Ed_: Leaven _A25_]

_To my Lord of Pembroke._

Fye, Fye you sonnes of Pallas what madd rage Makes you contend that Love's, or God, or page? Hee that admires, his weaknes doth confess; For as Love greater growes; soe hee growes less. Hee that disdaines, what honor wynns thereby, 5 That he feeles not, or triumphes on a fly? If love with queasie paine thy stomack move, Soe will a slutt whome none dare touch; or love. If it with sacred straines doe thee inspire Of Poetrie; soe wee maye want admire. 10 If it thee valiant make, his ryvall hate Can out doe that and make men desperate. Yealdinge to us, all woemen conquer us, By gentlenes we are betrayed thus. We will not strive with Love that's a shee beaste; 15 But playinge wee are bounde, and yeald in Jest; As in a Cobwebb toyle, a flye hath beene Undone; so have I some fainte lover seene. Love cannot take away our strength, but tame, And wee less feele the thinge then feare the name; 20 Love is a temperate bath; hee that feeles more Heate or could there, was hott, or could before. But as Suñ beames which would but norishe, burne, Drawne into hollow Christall, soe we turne To fire her bewties Lustre willingly, 25 By gatheringe it in our false treacherous eye. Love is nor you, nor you; but I a balme, Sword to the stiff, unto the wounded balme. Prayes noe thinge adds, if it be infinite, If it be nothing, who can lessen it? 30

[To my Lord of Pembroke. _A25_, _Chambers_]

[3 confess; _Ed_: confess _A25_]

[5 disdaines, _Ed_: disdaines _A25_]

[6 fly? _Ed_: fly; _A25_]

[19 tame, _Ed_: tame _A25_]

[27 I a balme, _A25_: Aye a calm, _Chambers conjectures_]

_Of a Lady in the Black Masque._

Why chose shee black; was it that in whitenes Shee did Leda equal? whose brightnes Must suffer loss to put a bewtie on Which hath no grace but from proportion. It is but Coullor, which to loose is gayne, 5 For shee in black doth th'Æthiopian staine, Beinge the forme that beautifies the creature Her rareness not in Coullor is; but feature. Black on her receaves soe strong a grace It seemes the fittest beautie for the face. 10 Coullor is not, but in æstimation Faire, or foule, as it is stild by fashion. Kinges wearinge sackcloath it doth royall make; Soe black s from her face doth beautie take. It not in Coullor but in her, inheres, 15 For what she is, is faire, not what she weares; The Moore shalle envye her, as much, or more, As did the Ladies of our Court before. The Sunn shall mourne that hee had westwarde beene, To seeke his Love; whilst shee i'th North was seene. 20 Her blacknes lends like lustre to her eyes, As in the night pale Phoebe glorifyes. Hell, synne, and vice their attributes shall loose Of black, for it wan, and pale whitenes choose, As like themselves, Common, and most in use: 25 Sad of that Coulor is the late abuse.

[Of a Lady _&c._ _A25_, _Chambers_]

[10 face. _Ed_: face _A25_]

[13 make; _Ed_: make _A25_]

[14 black s _Chambers_: blacks _A25_]

[16 weares; _Ed_: weares, _A25_]

II.

POEMS FROM THE BURLEY MS.

<_Life._>

This lyfe it is not life, it is a sight That wee have of y^e earth, y^e earth of vs; It is a feild, where sence & reason fight, The soules & bodies quarrells to discus; It is a iorney where wee do not goe, 5 but fly w^{th} speedy wings t'our blisse or woe. It is a chaine y^t hath but two smale links Where o^r graue is to o^r bodie ioyned; It is a poysned feast wherein who thinks To tast ioyes cup, y^e cup of death doth find. 10 It is a play, presented in heauens eye Wherein o^r parts are to do naught but dye.

[Life.> _Ed_: _no title_, _Bur_]

[2 vs; _Ed_: vs _Bur_]

[3 feild, _Ed_: feild _Bur_]

[4 discus; _Ed_: discus _Bur_]

[6 Woe. _Ed_: woe _Bur_]

[8 Where _Ed_: where _Bur_

ioyned; _Ed_: ioyned _Bur_]

<_My Love._>

My love doth fly w^{th} wings of feare And doth a flame of fire resemble, w^{ch} mounting high & burning cleere yet ever more doth wane & tremble. My loue doth see & still admire, 5 Admiring breedeth humblenes; blind loue is bold, but my desire the more it loues p^{re}sumes y^e lesse. My loue seekes no reward or glory but w^{th} it self it self contenteth, 10 is never sullaine, never sory, never repyneth or repenteth. O'who the sunne beames can behold but hath some passion, feeles some heat, for though the sunn himself be cold 15 his beames reflecting fire begett. O y^t myne eyes, ô that myne hart Were both enlarged to contayne the beames & ioyes shee doth impart, whilst shee this bowre doth not disdayne; 20 this bowre vnfit for such a gueste, but since she makes it now her Inn, Would god twere like her sacred breast most fayre w^{th}out, most rich w^{th}in.

[ _Ed_: _no title and no punctuation_, _Bur_]

[4 wane _Ed_: weane _Bur_]

[12 never _Ed_: ne're _Bur_]

<_O Eyes!_>

O Eyes, what do you see? O eares what do you heare? that makes y^o wish to bee All eyes or else all eare? I see a face as fayre 5 As mans eye ever saw, I here as sweet an ayre as y^t w^{ch} rocks did draw, I wish, when in such wise I see or heare y^e same, 10 I had all Argus eyes or else y^e eare of fame.

[ _Ed_: _no title and no punctuation_, _Bur_]

[12 eare _Ed_: eare _Bur_:

Cui, quot sunt corpore plumae, Tot vigiles oculi subter, mirabile dictu, Tot linguae, totidem ora sonant, _tot subrigit auris_.

Virgil: _Aen._ iv. 181-3. ]

<_Silence Best Praise._>

Cõmend her? no. I dare not terme her fayre, nor sugred sweet, nor tall, nor louely browne; suffice it y^t she is w^{th}out compare; but how, I dare not tell lest she should frowne. but those parts w^{ch} others make theyre pryde, 5 and feed there fancies w^{th} devised lyes; giue me but leaue to pull my saint asyde, and tell her in her eare that she is wise. to write of beauties rare ther is noe art, for why tis common to there sex & kind, 10 but making choice of natures better part my Muse doth most desire to prayse her mind. But as her vertue clayme a crowne of bayes, So manners makes me sylent in her prayse.

[ _Ed_: _no title_, _Bur_]

[1 fayre, _Ed_: fayre _Bur_]

[2 sweet, ... tall, ... browne; _Ed_: _no stops_, _Bur_]

[3 compare; _Ed_: compare _Bur_]

[4 frowne. _Ed_: frowne _Bur_]

[5 _Ed_: lest _Bur_

pryde, _Ed_: pryde _Bur_]

[6 lyes; _Ed_: lyes _Bur_]

[7 asyde, _Ed_: asyde _Bur_]

[8 wise. _Ed_: wise _Bur_]

[9-10 art, ... kind. _Ed_: _no commas_, _Bur_]

[10 common] cõmõ _Bur_]

[12 mind. _Ed_: mind _Bur_]

[13 vertue _Ed_: vertue _Bur_

bayes, _Ed_: bayes _Bur_]

<_Beauty in Little Room._>

Those drossy heads & irrepurged braynes w^{ch} sacred fyre of loue hath not refined may grossly think my loue smale worth contaynes because shee is of body smale combined. Not diving to y^e depth of natures reach, 5 W^{ch} on smale things doth greatest guifts bestow: small gems & pearls do witt more truly teach W^ch little are yet great in vertue grow, of flowers most part y^e least wee sweetest see, of creatures having life & sence y^e annt 10 is smalst, yet great her guifts & vertues bee, frugall & provident for feare of want. Wherfore who sees not natures full intent? she made her smale to make her excellent.

[ _Ed_: _no title_, _Bur_]

[5 depth _Ed_: depht _Bur_

reach, _Ed_: reach _Bur_]

[6 bestow: _Ed_: bestow _Bur_]

[8 grow, _Ed_: grow _Bur_]

[11 bee, _Ed_: bee _Bur_]

[13 intent? _Ed_: intent _Bur_]

<_Loves Zodiake._>

I that y^e higher half of loues Round Zodiake haue rune, And in the signe of crabbed chaunce My Tropick haue begun, Am taught to teach y^e man is blest 5 Whose loues lott lights so badd, as his solstitium soonest makes And so growes Retrograde.

[ _Ed_: _no title_, _Bur_]

<_Fortune, Love, and Time._>

When fortune, loue, and Tyme bad me be happie, Happy I was by fortune, loue, and tyme. These powres at highest then began to vary, and cast him downe whome they had caus'd to clyme; They prun'd theire wings, and tooke theire flight in rage; 5 fortune to fooles, loue to gold, and tyme to age.

Fooles, gold, and age, (o foolish golden age!) Witt, fayth, and loue must begg, must brybe, must dy; These are the actors and the world's the stage, Desert and hope are as but standers by: 10 True lovers sit and tune this restlesse song; Fortune, loue, and tyme haue done me wrong.

[<Fortune, Love, and Time.> _Ed_: _no title and no punctuation_, _Bur_]

<_Life a Play._>

What is o^r life? a play of passion. o^r mirth? the musick of diuision. O^r mothers wombs the tyring houses bee Where we are drest for liues short comedy. The earth the stage, heauen y^e spectator is, 5 Who still doth note who ere do act amisse. O^r graues that hyde vs, frõ the all-seeing suñ, Are but drawne curtaynes whẽ the play is done.

[ _Ed_: _no title, and no punctuation except the two marks of interrogation_, _Bur_]

_A Kisse._

O what a blisse is this? heaven is effected and loues eternity contracted In one short kisse. 5 For not tymes measure makes pleasure more full, tedious and dull all ioyes are thought 10 y^t are not in an instant wrought. Cupi s blest and highest spheare is heare. heere on his throne in his bright imperial crowne 15 hee sitts. Those witts That thinke to proue that mortals know in any place below 20 a blisse so great so sweet Are heretiques in loue. These pleasures high now dye, 25 but still beginning new & greater glory wiñing gett fresh supply. No short breath'd panting nor faynting 30 is heere, fuller and freer more pleasinge is this pleasure still, & none but this. Heer'es no blush nor labor great, 35 no sweat; Heres no payne nor repentance when againe Loue cooles. O fooles 40 That fondly glory in base condition of sensual fruition, you do mistake & make 45 y^r heaven purgatory.

[A Kisse. _Bur_]

[8 full. _Ed_: full _Bur_]

[12 Cupi s _Ed_: Cupis _Bur_]

[27 new _Ed_: now _Bur_]

[28 supply. _Ed_: supply _Bur_]

[31 heere, _Ed_: heere _Bur_]

[35 great, _Ed_: great _Bur_]

[39 cooles. _Ed_: cooles _Bur_]

[43 fruition, _Ed_: fruition _Bur_]

_Epi: B: Jo:_

Tell me who can when a player dies In w^{ch} of his shapes againe hee shall rise? What need hee stand at the iudgment throne Who hath a heaven and a hell of his owne. Then feare not Burbage heavens angry rodd, 5 When thy fellows are angells & old Hemmĩgs is God.

[Epi: B: Jo: (i.e. Epitaph: Ben Ionson) _Bur_: _no punctuation_]

_Epi: Hen: Princ: Hug^o Holland._

Loe now hee shineth yonder A fixed starr in heaven, Whose motion is vnder None of the planetts seaven; And if the soñ should tender 5 The moone his loue and marry, They never could engender So fayre a starr as Harry.

[Epi: Hen: Princ: Hug^o Holland. _Bur_: _no punctuation_]

III.

POEMS FROM VARIOUS MSS.

<_The Annuntiation._

_Additional Lines._>

Nature amaz'd sawe man without mans ayde Borne of a mother nursed by her a mayd, The child the Parent was, the worke the word, No word till then did such a worke affoord. Twas lesse from nothing the world's all to growe 5 Then all-Creato^{rs} height to stoope so lowe. A virgin mother to a child bredd wonder, T'was more a child should bee the God of thunder. Th'omnipotent was strangely potent heere To make the powerfull God pearelesse appeare. 10 Hee in our body cladd, for our soules love Came downe to us, yet stay'd vnchanged above. Yet God through man shind still in this cleere brooke, Through meane shewes into maiesty wee looke. Sinnes price seemd payd with brasse, fewe sawe the gold, 15 Yet true stones set in lead theyr lustre hold. His birth though poore, Prophets foretold his story, Hee breathd with beasts, but Angels sung his glory. Hee, so farr of, so weake, yet Herod quakes, The citty dreads, babes, murderd, feare mistakes. 20 His Circumcision bore sinne, payne, and shame, Young bloud new budd, hence bloomd a sauiours name. His paynes and passion bredd compassion, wonder; Earth trembling, heavens darke, rocks rent asunder. His birth, life, death, his words, his workes, his face 25 Shewd a rich Jewell shining through the case, Cast thus, since man at gods high presence trembles. Heere man mans troth loves whome his sheepe resembles. The bright Sunne beame a sickly eye may di[~m]e, A little babe in shallow heart may swi[~m]. 30 Hee heavens wealth to a poore stable brings, Th'oxestall the Court unto the king of kings. No Shadowes now nor lightning flames give terro^r. This light tells with our tongue, and beares o^r erro^r. Pure infant teares, moist pearle adornd his cheeke, 35 Assignd, ere borne, our erring soules to seeke. Hee first wept teares, then bloud, a deare redemption; This bought what Adam sould, that seemd preemption. Cleare droppe, deare seede, the corne had bloudy eares, Rich harvest reapd in bloud and sowne in teares. 40 Who this Corne in theyr hart nor thresh, nor lay, Breake for sinnes debt, unthrifty never pay. Use wealth, it wastes, a stayd hand heapes the store, But this the more wee use wee have the more; Use, not like usury whose growth is lending, 45 Rich thoughts this treasure keepe and thrive by spending; Th'expense runnes circular, turning returning, Such love no hart consumes, yet ever burning.

[ _Ed_: _these lines run straight on as part of_ The Annuntiation and Passion _in O'F_]

[2 a mayd] _Norton supplies_ a mayd, _Ed_: mayd _O'F_]

[3 was,... word, _Ed_: _no commas_, _O'F_]

[6 lowe. _Ed_: lowe _O'F_]

[7 wonder, _Ed_: wonder _O'F_]

[8 thunder. _Ed_: thunder _O'F_]

[13 brooke, _Ed_: brooke _O'F_]

[21 shame, _Ed_: shame _O'F_]

[23 wonder; _Ed_: wonder _O'F_]

[24 trembling, _Ed_: trembling _O'F_]

[26 case, _Ed_: case _O'F_]

[27 trembles. _Ed_: trembles _O'F_]

[28 resembles. _Ed_: resẽbles _O'F_]

[29 di[~m]e, _Ed_: di[~m]e _O'F_]

[31 brings, _Ed_: brings _O'F_]

[35 cheeke, _Ed_: cheeke _O'F_]

[37 redemption; _Ed_: redemption _O'F_]

[38 preemption. _Ed_: preemption _O'F_]

[39 eares, _Ed_: eares _O'F_]

[41 lay, _Ed_: lay _O'F_]

[43 store, _Ed_: store _O'F_]

[44 more; _Ed_: more _O'F_]

[45 Use, ... lending, _Ed_: _no commas_, _O'F_]

[46 spending; _Ed_: spending _O'F_]

[47 returning, _Ed_: returning _O'F_]

[48 consumes, _Ed_: consumes _O'F_]

_Elegy. To Chast Love._

Chast Love, let mee embrace thee in mine armes Without the thought of lust. From thence no harmes Ensue, no discontent attende those deeds So innocently good w^{ch} thy love breeds. Th'approche of day brings to thy sence no feares, 5 Nor is the black nights worke washd in thy teares; Thou takst no care to keepe thy lover true, Nor yet by flighte, nor fond inventions new To hold him in, who with like flame of love Must move his spirit too, as thine doth move; 10 w^{ch} ever mounts aloft with golden wings And not declines to lowe despised things. Thy soule is bodyd within thy quiet brest In safety, free from trouble and unrest. Thou fearst no ill because thou dost no ill, 15 Like mistress of thy selfe, thy thought, and will, Obey thy mind, a mind for ever such As all may prayse, but none admire too much. Then come, Chast Love, choyse part of womankind Infuse chast thoughts into my loving mind. 20

[Elegy. To Chast Love. _O'F_]

[5 feares, _Ed_: feares _O'F_]

[6 teares; _Ed_: teares _O'F_]

[7 true, _Ed_: true _O'F_]

[9 in, _Ed_: in _O'F_]

[10 move; _Ed_: move _O'F_]

[15 ill, _Ed_: ill _O'F_]

[16 will, _Ed_: will _O'F_]

_Upon his scornefull Mistresse. Elegy._