Part 41

Cruell since that thou dost not feare the curse W^{ch} thy disdayne, and my despayre procure, My prayer for thee shall torment thee worse Then all the payne thou coudst thereby endure. May, then, that beauty w^{ch} I did conceave 5 In thee above the height of heavens course, When first my Liberty thou didst bereave, Bee doubled on thee and with doubled force. Chayne thousand vassalls in like thrall with mee, W^{ch} in thy glory mayst thou still despise, 10 As the poore Trophyes of that victory Which thou hast onely purchasd by thine eyes; And when thy Triumphs so extended are That there is nought left to bee conquered, Mayst thou with the great Monarchs mournfull care 15 Weepe that thine Hono^{rs} are so limited; So thy disdayne may melt it selfe to love By an unlookd for and a wondrous change, W^{ch} to thy selfe above the rest must prove In all th'effects of love paynefully strange, 20 While wee thy scorned subjects live to see Thee love the whole world, none of it love thee.

[Upon his scornefull Mistresse. _O'F_: _no title_, _B_, _which adds note_, This hath relation to 'When by thy scorne'. _See_ The Apparition, _p._ 191]

[2 despayre _B_: disdayne _O'F_

procure, _Ed_: procure _O'F_]

[6 course, _Ed_: course _O'F_]

[7 bereave, _Ed_: bereave _O'F_]

[8 force. _Ed_: force _O'F_]

[9 Chayne _B_: Stay _O'F_ mee, _Ed_: mee _O'F_]

[10 despise, _Ed_: despise _O'F_]

[12 eyes; _Ed_: eyes _O'F_]

[14 conquered, _Ed_: conquered _O'F_]

[16 limited; _Ed_: limited _O'F_]

[18 change, _Ed_: change _O'F_]

[20 strange, _Ed_: strange _O'F_]

<_Absence._>

Wonder of Beautie, Goddesse of my sense, You that have taught my soule to love aright, You in whose limbes are natures chief expense Fitt instrument to serve your matchless spright, If ever you have felt the miserie 5 Of being banish'd from your best desier, By Absence, Time, or Fortunes tyranny, Sterving for cold, and yet denied for fier: Deare mistresse pittie then the like effects The which in mee your absence makes to flowe, 10 And haste their ebb by your divine aspect In which the pleasure of my life doth growe: Stay not so long for though it seem a wonder You keepe my bodie and my soule asunder.

FINIS.

<_Tongue-tied Love._>

Faire eies do not think scorne to read of Love That to your eies durst never it presume, Since absence those sweet wonders do remove That nourish thoughts, yet sence and wordes consume; This makes my pen more hardy then my tongue, 5 Free from my feare yet feeling my desire, To utter that I have conceal'd so long By doing what you did yourself require. Believe not him whom Love hath left so wise As to have power his owne tale for to tell, 10 For childrens greefes do yield the loudest cries, And cold desires may be expressed well: In well told Love most often falsehood lies, But pittie him that only sighes and dies.

FINIS.

[<Absence.> _Ed_: _whole sonnets without titles in_ _L74_: _the last six lines of the second appear among Donne's poems in_ _B_, _O'F_, _S96_ ]

[12 cold desires] coldest Ayres _O'F_]

<_Love, if a God thou art._>

Love if a god thou art then evermore thou must Bee mercifull and just; If thou bee just, ô wherefore doth thy dart Wound mine alone and not my mistresse hart? 5

If mercifull, then why Am I to payne reservd Who have thee truely serv'd, When shee that by thy powre sets not a fly Laughs thee to scorne and lives at liberty? 10

Then if a God thou woulds accounted bee, Heale mee like her, or else wound her like mee.

<_Great Lord of Love._>

Greate Lord of love, how busy still thou art To give new wounds and fetters to my hart! Is't not enough that thou didst twice before It so mangle And intangle 5 By sly arts of false harts. Forbeare mee, Ile make love no more.

Fy busy Lord, will it not thee suffice To use the Rhetorique of her tongue and eyes 10 When I am waking, but that absent so They invade mee To perswade mee, When that sleepe Oft should keepe 15 And lock out every sence of woe.

If thou perswade mee thus to speake, I dye And shee the murdresse, for me will deny; And if for silence I bee prest, Her good Yet I cherish 20 Though I perish, For that shee Shall bee free From that foule guilt of spilling bloud.

[ _all without titles in_ _O'F_: _punctuation mainly the Editor's_]

<_Loves Exchange_>

1. To sue for all thy Love, and thy whole hart were madnesse. I doe not sue, nor can admitt, (Fayrest) from yo^u to have all yet; Who giveth all, hath nothing to impart 5 But sadnesse.

2. Hee who receaveth all can have no more, Then seeing. My love by length of every howre Gathers new strength, new growth, new power: 10 You must have dayly new rewards in store Still beeing.

3. You cannot every day give mee yo^r hart For merit; Yet if you will, when yours doth goe 15 You shall have still one to bestow, For you shall mine, when yours doth part, Inherit.

4. Yet if you please weele find a better way Then change them, 20 For so alone (dearest) wee shall Bee one and one another all; Let us so joyne our harts, that nothing may Estrange them.

_Song._

Now y'have killd mee with yo^{r} scorne Who shall live to call yo^{u} fayre? What new foole must now bee borne To prepare Dayly sacrifice of service new, 5 Teares too good for woemen true? Who shall sorrow when yo^{u} crye And to please yo^{u} dayly dye? Men succeeding shall beware And woemen cruell, no more fayre. 10

2.

Now y'have killd mee, never looke Any left to call yo^{u} trewe; Who more madd must now bee tooke To renewe My oblations dayly, lost? 15 Vowes too good for woemen chast! Who shall call yo^{u} sweete, and sweare T'is yo^{r} face renews the yeare? Men by my Death shall beleeve, And woemen cruell yet shall greeve. 20

[Song. _O'F_: _punctuation mainly Editor's_]

_Love, bred of glances._

Love bred of Glances twixt amorous eyes Like Childrens fancies, sone borne, sone dyes. Guilte, Bitternes, and smilinge woe Doth ofte deceaue poore lovers soe, As the fonde Sence th'unwary soule deceives 5 With deadly poison wrapt in Lily leaves.

But harts so chain'd as Goodnes stands With truthe unstain'd to couple hands, Love beinge to all beauty blinde Save the cleere beauties of the minde, 10 There heaven is pleasd, continuall blessings sheddinge, Angells are guests and dance at this blest weddinge.

[Love _&c._ _Chambers_, _who prints from RP117_: _no title_, _O'F_, _P_, _S96_ (_from which present text is taken_)]

[2 borne _B_, _P_, _O'F_, _S96_: bred _Chambers_]

[4 Doth _S96_: does _B_, _O'F_: doe _P_]

[5 As] And _Chambers_]

[7 as Goodnes] 'tis goodnes _Chambers_]

[8 hands, _Ed_: hands _S96_]

[10 minde, _B_: minde _S96_]

[11 There heav'n is _O'F_, _P_, _S96_: Where Reason is _Chambers_

sheddinge, _Ed_: sheddinge _S96_]

[12 this] his _Chambers_]

_To a Watch restored to its Mystres._

Goe and Count her better howers. For they are happier than oures. The day that gives her any bliss, Make it as long againe as 'tis. The hower shee smyles in, lett it bee 5 By thy acte multiplyde to three. But if shee frowne on thee or mee, Know night is made by her, not thee; Be swifte in such an hower & soone, See thou make night, ere it be noone. 10 Obey her tymes, whoe is the free Faire Sunne that governes thee & mee.

[To a Watch _&c._ _B_, _where note below title says_ none of J. D. _and poem is signed_ W. L.]

<_Ad Solem._>

Wherfore peepst thou, envious daye? We can kisse without thee. Lovers hate the golden raye, Which thou bearst about thee. Goe and give them light that sorowe 5 Or the saylor flyinge: Our imbraces need noe morowe Nor our blisses eying.

We shall curse thy curyous eye For thy soone betrayinge, 10 And condemn thee for a spye Yf thou catch us playinge. Gett thee gone and lend thy flashes Where there's need of lendinge, Our affections are not ashes 15 Nor our pleasures endinge.

Weare we cold or withered heare We would stay thee by us, Or but one anothers feare Then thou shouldst not flye us. 20 Wee are yongue, thou spoilst our pleasure; Goe to sea and slumber, Darknes only gives us leasure Our stolne joyes to number.

[ _Ed_: _no title_, _Add. MSS._ _22603_, _33998_, _Egerton MS. 2013_, _Harleian MS. 791_, _S_, _TCD(II)_: _printed J. Wilson_: Cheerful Ayres (1659), _Grosart and Chambers_: _text from Eg. MS. 2013_: _punctuation partly Editor's_]

[2 kisse] live _E20_]

[9 curyous _A22_, _A33_, _H79_, _S_, _TCD_: envious _E20_]

[19 one anothers feare _TCD_: one another fear _E20_: one anothers sphere _A22_, _A33_, _S_]

[23 gives] lends _A22_, _A33_]

<_If She Deride._>

Greate and goode if she deryde mee Let me walke Ile not despayre, Ere to morrowe Ile provide mee One as greate, lesse prowd, more faire. They that seeke Love to constraine 5 Have theire labour for their paine.

They that strongly can importune And will never yeild nor tyre, Gaine the paye in spight of Fortune But such game Ile not desyre. 10 Where the prize is shame or synn, Wynners loose and loosers wynn.

Looke upon the faythfull lover, Griefe stands paynted in his face, Groanes, and Teares and sighs discover 15 That they are his onely grace: Hee must weepe as children doe That will in the fashion wooe.

I whoe flie these idle fancies Which my dearest rest betraye, 20 Warnd by others harmfull chances, Vse my freedome as I may. When all the worlde says what it cann 'Tis but--Fie, vnconstant mann!

[ _Chambers_: _no title_, _S_: _also, Chambers reports, in C.C.C. Oxon. MS. 327, f. 26: printed by Grosart and Chambers_]

[11 Where the prize is _Chambers_: Where they prize this (_'t' struck out_) _S_: Where they prize is _Grosart_]

[14 Teares and sighs] _Chambers reverses_]

<_Fortune Never Fails._>

What if I come to my mistris bedd The candles all ecclipst from shyninge, Shall I then attempt for her mayden-head Or showe my selfe a coward by declyninge? Oh noe 5 Fie doe not soe, For thus much I knowe by devyninge, Blynd is Love The dark it doth approve, To pray on pleasures pantinge; 10 What needeth light For Cupid in the night, If jealous eyes be wantinge.

Fortune never failes, if she badd take place, To shroude all the faire proceedings: 15 Love and she though blynd, yet each other embrace, To favor all their servants meetings: Venture I say To sport and to play, If in place all be fitting; 20 Though she say fie Yet doth she not denie: For fie is but a word of tryall: Jealosie doth sleepe, Then doe not weepe 25 At force of a faynt denyall.

Glorious is my love, with tryumphs in her face, Then to to bould were I to venter: Who loves deserves to live in a princes grace, Why stand you then affraid to enter? 30 Lights are all out Then make noe doubt A lover bouldly maye take chusinge. Bewtie is a baite For a princely mate. 35 Fy, why stand you then a musinge? You'll repent too late If she doe you hate, For loves delight refusinge.

[ _Grosart_: _no title_, _RP31_, _S_: _also, Chambers reports, in C.C.C. Oxon. MS. 327, f. 21: printed Grosart and Chambers, and, last two verses only, Simeon_]

[10 pantinge;] hauntinge: _RP31_]

[14 she badd _S_: she bidd _Grosart_: she bids _Chambers_: the bould _RP31_]

[19 and to play _RP31_, _S_: and play _Grosart and Chambers_]

[26 faynt] fair _Chambers_]

[28 were] was _RP31_]

[29 princes] Princess _Chambers_]

[33 lover] woer _Chambers_

chusinge] a choosing _Chambers_]

_To His Mistress._

1. Beleeve yo^r Glasse, and if it tell you (Deare) Yo^r Eyes inshrine A brighter shine Then faire Apollo, looke if theere appeare The milkie skye 5 The Crimson dye Mixt in your cheeks, and then bid Phoebus sett, More Glory then hee owes appears. But yet

2. Be not deceived with fond Alteration . . . . . 10 . . . . . . . . . . . . . As Cynthias Globe, A snow white robe Is soonest spotled, a Carnation dye 15 Fades, and discolours open'd but to Eie.

3. Make use of youth, and bewty whilest they flourish: Tyme never sleepes, Though it but creeps It still gets forward. Do not vainly nourish 20 Them to selfe-use, It is Abuse; The richest Grownds lying wast turne Boggs and rott, And soe beinge useles, were as good were not.

4. Walke in a meddowe by a Rivers side, 25 Upon whose Bancks Grow milk-white Ranks Of full blown Lyllies in their height of Pryde, Which downward bend And nothing tend 30 Save their owne Bewties in the Glassie streame: Looke to yo^r selfe: Compare yo^{r}selfe to them.

5. In show, in bewtie, marke what followes then: Sommer must end, The sunn must bend 35 His Longe Absented beames to others: then Their spring being crost By wynters frost And sneap'd by bytter storms against w^{ch} nought boots, They bend their prowd topps lower then their roots. 40

6. Then none regard them; but w^{th} heedles feet In durt each treads Their declyned heads. So when youthe wasted, Age, and yo^u shall meet, Then I alone Shall sadly moane 45 That Interviewe; others it will not move, So light regard we, what we little Love.

FINIS.

[To His Mistress. _Le Prince D'Amour_ (_1660_): _no title_, _S_ (_whence text_): _printed by Simeon_, _Grosart_, _Chambers_: _punctuation partly Editor's_]

[1 if it tell] it will tell _Chambers_]

[9 deceived] deceiv'd _S_]

[16 open'd] opened _S_]

[24 were not] as not _LeP D' A_]

[31 the Glassie _S_: a Glassie _LePD'A_: their Glassie _Chambers_]

[32 to them. _S_: with them. _Chambers_]

[36 then] when _Chambers_]

[39 sneap'd _Ed_: snep'd _S_: swept _LePD'A_: snipped _Chambers_]

_A Paradoxe of a Painted Face._

Not kisse? By Jove I must, and make impression As longe as Cupid dares to holde his Session Vpon my flesh and blood: our kisses shall Outminute Time and without number fall. Doe I not know these Balls of blushinge Red 5 That on thy Cheekes thus amorouslie are spred? Thy snowy necke, those veynes upon thy Browe Which with their azure crincklinge sweetly bowe Are artificiall? Borrowed? and no more thine owne Then Chaines which on St. George's Day are showne, 10 Are proper to the wearers? Yet for this I idole thee, and beg a luscious kisse. The fucus, and Ceruse, which on thy face Thy Cunninge hand layes on to add new Grace, Detaine me with such pleasing fraude, that I 15 Finde in thy art, what can in nature Lie. Much like a painter that upon some Wall On which the radiant Sun-beames use to fall Paints with such art a Gilded butterflye That silly maides with slowe-moved fingers trye 20 To Catch it, and then blush at theire mistake, Yet of this painted flye most reckonynge make: Such is our state; since what we looke upon Is nought but Coullor and Proportion. Take me a face, as full of fraud and Lies 25 As Gypsies in your cunninge Lotteries, That is more false, and more Sophisticate Than are Saints reliques, or a man of state. Yet such being Glazed by the sleight of arte, Gaines admiration, winninge many a Harte. 30 Put case there be a difference in the molde, Yet may thy Venus be more Chaste, and holde A dearer treasure: oftentimes we see Rich Candian wines in woodden Boules to bee. The odoriferous Civet doth not lie 35 Within the muskat's nose, or eare, or eye, But in a baser place; for prudent nature In drawinge us of various formes and stature Gives from the curious shop of hir rich treasure To faire parts comeliness, to baser, pleasure. 40 The fairest flowers, which in the Springe doe growe Are not so much for use, as for the showe, As Lillies, Hyacinths, and the georgious birthe Of all pide flowers that diaper the earthe, Please more with their discoloured purple traine 45 Then wholesome pothearbs which for use remaine. Shall I a Gaudy Speckled Serpent kiss For that the colours which he weares are his? A perfumed Cordevant who will not wear Because the sente is borrowed elsewhere? 50 The roabes and vestiments, which grace us all Are not our owne, but adventitiall. Time rifles Natures beauty, but slye Arte Repaires by cunninge this decayinge parte. Fills here a wrinckle, and there purles a veyne, 55 And with a nimble hand runs o're againe The breaches dented in by th'arme of time, And makes Deformity to be no crime. As when great men be grip't by sicknes hand, Industrious Physicke pregnantly doth stand 60 To patch up foule diseases, and doth strive To keepe theire totteringe Carcasses alive. Beautie is a candlelight which every puffe Blowes out, and leaves nought but a stinking snuffe To fill our nostrills with; this boldelie thinke, 65 The cleerest Candle makes the greatest stincke, As your pure fode and cleerest nutryment Gets the most hott, and nose stronge excrement. Why hange we then on thinges so apt to varie, So fleetinge, brittle, and so temporarie? 70 That agues, Coughes, the toothache, or Catarr (Slight hansells of diseases) spoile and marr. But when olde age theire beauties hath in Chace, And plowes up furrowes in theire once-smoothe face, Then they become forsaken, and doe showe 75 Like stately abbeyes ruin'd longe agoe. Nature but gives the modell, and first draught Of faire perfection, which by art is taught To speake itselfe, a compleat form and birthe, Soe stands a Copie to these shapes on earthe. 80 Jove grante me then a reparable face Which, whiles that Colours are, can want no grace. Pigmalions painted statue I coulde love, Soe it were warme and softe, and coulde but move.

[A Paradoxe of a Painted Face. _H39_, _S_, _S96_, _TCD_ (_II_) _Pembroke and Ruddier_ (_1660_), _Le Prince D'Amour_ (_1660_), _Simeon_ (_1856-7_), _Grosart_ (_from S_), _Chambers_ (_from Simeon_, _and Pembroke and Ruddier_): _text from S96_: _punctuation partly Editor's_]

[8 azure crincklinge _S96_: azure winckles _P and R_: azure twinklinge _S_: azur'd wrinklings _TCD_: azure wrinkles _Chambers_]

[15 Detaine] Deceive _H39_, _P and R_, _LeP D' A_, _TCD_, _Chambers_

pleasing] cunning _TCD_]

[18 radiant _S96_: cadent _H39_, _TCD_, _LeP D' A_, _Grosart_, _and Chambers_: splendent _P and R_]

[21 then] yet _S96_]

[32 Chaste] choise _P and R_, _LeP D' A_, _TCD_]

[39 shop] shape _S96_

rich] largest _S96_: large _P and R_, _Grosart_, _and Chambers_]

[45 discoloured] discovered _H39_: _but_ discoloured _is here_ variegated]

[53 rifles] rifled _S96_]

[55 purles] fills _S_: purls _is_ embroiders as with gold or silver thread]

[67 clearest] choicest _P and R_: cleanest _S_: finest _Chambers_]

[68 most hott] most stronge _S96_]

[72 hansells _H39_: houses _S_, _S96_, _Chambers_: touches _P and R_: causes _LeP D' A_]

[73 beauties] brav'ries _H39_]

[79 To speake itselfe _TCD_, _P and R_: Speake to itselfe _S_, _S96_: Speake for itselfe _H39_: To make itselfe _Simeon_, _Grosart_, _and Chambers_]

_Sonnett._

Madam that flea that Crept between your brests I envied, that there he should make his rest: The little Creatures fortune was soe good That Angells feed not on so pretious foode. How it did sucke how eager tickle you 5 (Madam shall fleas before me tickle you?)

Oh I can not holde; pardon if I kild it. Sweet Blood, to you I aske this, that which fild it Ran from my Ladies Brest. Come happie flea That dide for suckinge of that milkie Sea. 10 Oh now againe I well could wishe thee there, About hir Hart, about hir anywhere; I would vowe (Dearest flea) thou shouldst not dye, If thou couldst sucke from hir hir crueltye.

[Sonnett. _O'F_, _S96_: _no title_, _S_: On A Flea on His Mistress's Bosom _Simeon_, _Grosart_, _Chambers_ (_from Simeon_): _text from S96_]

[7 I can not holde] I not hold can _Chambers_

kild _Ed_: killed _Chambers_: kill _S96_]

[13 vowe ] now _Chambers_

Dearest _S96_: deare _S_, _O'F_, _Chambers_

thou] that thou _Chambers_]

_On Black Hayre and Eyes._