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- data/History.txt +9 -0
- data/License.txt +1 -0
- data/Manifest.txt +19 -112
- data/Rakefile +3 -3
- data/app_generators/skynet_install/templates/skynet_config.rb +1 -1
- data/extras/rails/views/skynet/index.html.erb +137 -0
- data/lib/skynet.rb +15 -15
- data/lib/skynet/{skynet_active_record_extensions.rb → active_record_extensions.rb} +0 -0
- data/lib/skynet/{skynet_config.rb → config.rb} +0 -0
- data/lib/skynet/{skynet_console.rb → console.rb} +1 -1
- data/lib/skynet/{skynet_console_helper.rb → console_helper.rb} +0 -0
- data/lib/skynet/{skynet_debugger.rb → debugger.rb} +0 -0
- data/lib/skynet/{skynet_guid_generator.rb → guid_generator.rb} +0 -0
- data/lib/skynet/{skynet_job.rb → job.rb} +0 -0
- data/lib/skynet/{skynet_launcher.rb → launcher.rb} +0 -0
- data/lib/skynet/{skynet_logger.rb → logger.rb} +0 -0
- data/lib/skynet/{skynet_manager.rb → manager.rb} +0 -0
- data/lib/skynet/{skynet_message.rb → message.rb} +0 -0
- data/lib/skynet/{skynet_message_queue.rb → message_queue.rb} +0 -0
- data/lib/skynet/{skynet_partitioners.rb → partitioners.rb} +0 -0
- data/lib/skynet/{skynet_ruby_extensions.rb → ruby_extensions.rb} +0 -0
- data/lib/skynet/{skynet_task.rb → task.rb} +0 -0
- data/lib/skynet/{skynet_tuplespace_server.rb → tuplespace_server.rb} +0 -0
- data/lib/skynet/version.rb +1 -1
- data/lib/skynet/{skynet_worker.rb → worker.rb} +0 -0
- data/skynet.gemspec +21 -132
- metadata +22 -130
- data/examples/dgrep/README +0 -70
- data/examples/dgrep/config/skynet_config.rb +0 -26
- data/examples/dgrep/data/shakespeare/README +0 -2
- data/examples/dgrep/data/shakespeare/poetry/loverscomplaint +0 -381
- data/examples/dgrep/data/shakespeare/poetry/rapeoflucrece +0 -2199
- data/examples/dgrep/data/shakespeare/poetry/sonnets +0 -2633
- data/examples/dgrep/data/shakespeare/poetry/various +0 -640
- data/examples/dgrep/data/shakespeare/poetry/venusandadonis +0 -1423
- data/examples/dgrep/data/testfile1.txt +0 -1
- data/examples/dgrep/data/testfile2.txt +0 -1
- data/examples/dgrep/data/testfile3.txt +0 -1
- data/examples/dgrep/data/testfile4.txt +0 -1
- data/examples/dgrep/lib/dgrep.rb +0 -59
- data/examples/dgrep/lib/mapreduce_test.rb +0 -32
- data/examples/dgrep/lib/most_common_words.rb +0 -45
- data/examples/dgrep/script/dgrep +0 -75
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/README +0 -66
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/Rakefile +0 -10
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/app/controllers/application.rb +0 -10
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/app/helpers/application_helper.rb +0 -3
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/app/models/user.rb +0 -21
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/app/models/user_favorite.rb +0 -5
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/app/models/user_mailer.rb +0 -12
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/app/views/user_mailer/welcome.erb +0 -5
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/config/boot.rb +0 -109
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/config/database.yml +0 -42
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/config/environment.rb +0 -59
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/config/environments/development.rb +0 -18
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/config/environments/production.rb +0 -19
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/config/environments/test.rb +0 -22
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/config/initializers/inflections.rb +0 -10
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/config/initializers/mime_types.rb +0 -5
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/config/initializers/skynet.rb +0 -1
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/config/routes.rb +0 -35
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/config/skynet_config.rb +0 -36
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/db/migrate/001_create_skynet_tables.rb +0 -43
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/db/migrate/002_create_users.rb +0 -16
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/db/migrate/003_create_user_favorites.rb +0 -14
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- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/db/skynet_mysql_schema.sql +0 -33
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/doc/README_FOR_APP +0 -2
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/lib/tasks/rails_mysql_example.rake +0 -20
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- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/public/javascripts/application.js +0 -2
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- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/script/about +0 -3
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/script/console +0 -3
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- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/test/test_helper.rb +0 -38
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/test/unit/user_favorite_test.rb +0 -8
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/test/unit/user_test.rb +0 -8
- data/extras/nagios/check_skynet.sh +0 -121
- data/extras/rails/views/skynet/index.rhtml +0 -137
- data/tasks/website.rake +0 -17
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- data/test/test_skynet.rb +0 -19
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'Vilia miretur vulgus; mihi flavus Apollo
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RIGHT HONORABLE HENRY WRIOTHESLY,
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I KNOW not how I shall offend in dedicating my
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the first heir of my invention prove deformed, I shall be
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'O, pity,' 'gan she cry, 'flint-hearted boy!
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Whose sinewy neck in battle ne'er did bow,
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Who conquers where he comes in every jar;
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'Ay me,' quoth Venus, 'young, and so unkind?
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'What am I, that thou shouldst contemn me this?
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Poor queen of love, in thine own law forlorn,
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To love a cheek that smiles at thee in scorn!
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'Pity,' she cries, 'some favour, some remorse!'
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A breeding jennet, lusty, young and proud,
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Whose hollow womb resounds like heaven's thunder;
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The iron bit he crusheth 'tween his teeth,
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Controlling what he was controlled with.
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His ears up-prick'd; his braided hanging mane
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His nostrils drink the air, and forth again,
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His eye, which scornfully glisters like fire,
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With gentle majesty and modest pride;
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Of the fair breeder that is standing by.'
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What recketh he his rider's angry stir,
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His flattering 'Holla,' or his 'Stand, I say'?
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What cares he now for curb or pricking spur?
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For rich caparisons or trapping gay?
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He sees his love, and nothing else he sees,
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For nothing else with his proud sight agrees.
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Look, when a painter would surpass the life,
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In limning out a well-proportion'd steed,
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His art with nature's workmanship at strife,
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As if the dead the living should exceed;
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So did this horse excel a common one
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In shape, in courage, colour, pace and bone.
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Round-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long,
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Broad breast, full eye, small head and nostril wide,
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High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong,
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Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide:
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Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
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Anon he starts at stirring of a feather;
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To bid the wind a base he now prepares,
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And whether he run or fly they know not whether;
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For through his mane and tail the high wind sings,
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Fanning the hairs, who wave like feather'd wings.
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He looks upon his love and neighs unto her;
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She answers him as if she knew his mind:
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Being proud, as females are, to see him woo her,
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She puts on outward strangeness, seems unkind,
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Spurns at his love and scorns the heat he feels,
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Beating his kind embracements with her heels.
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Then, like a melancholy malcontent,
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He veils his tail that, like a falling plume,
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Cool shadow to his melting buttock lent:
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He stamps and bites the poor flies in his fume.
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His love, perceiving how he is enraged,
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Grew kinder, and his fury was assuaged.
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His testy master goeth about to take him;
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Jealous of catching, swiftly doth forsake him,
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With her the horse, and left Adonis there:
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As they were mad, unto the wood they hie them,
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Out-stripping crows that strive to over-fly them.
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All swoln with chafing, down Adonis sits,
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Banning his boisterous and unruly beast:
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And now the happy season once more fits,
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That love-sick Love by pleading may be blest;
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For lovers say, the heart hath treble wrong
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When it is barr'd the aidance of the tongue.
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An oven that is stopp'd, or river stay'd,
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Burneth more hotly, swelleth with more rage:
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So of concealed sorrow may be said;
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Free vent of words love's fire doth assuage;
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But when the heart's attorney once is mute,
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The client breaks, as desperate in his suit.
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He sees her coming, and begins to glow,
|
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Even as a dying coal revives with wind,
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And with his bonnet hides his angry brow;
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Looks on the dull earth with disturbed mind,
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Taking no notice that she is so nigh,
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For all askance he holds her in his eye.
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|
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O, what a sight it was, wistly to view
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|
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How she came stealing to the wayward boy!
|
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|
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To note the fighting conflict of her hue,
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How white and red each other did destroy!
|
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But now her cheek was pale, and by and by
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It flash'd forth fire, as lightning from the sky.
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Now was she just before him as he sat,
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And like a lowly lover down she kneels;
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With one fair hand she heaveth up his hat,
|
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Her other tender hand his fair cheek feels:
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His tenderer cheek receives her soft hand's print,
|
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As apt as new-fall'n snow takes any dint.
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O, what a war of looks was then between them!
|
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Her eyes petitioners to his eyes suing;
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His eyes saw her eyes as they had not seen them;
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Her eyes woo'd still, his eyes disdain'd the wooing:
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And all this dumb play had his acts made plain
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With tears, which, chorus-like, her eyes did rain.
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Full gently now she takes him by the hand,
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A lily prison'd in a gaol of snow,
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Or ivory in an alabaster band;
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So white a friend engirts so white a foe:
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This beauteous combat, wilful and unwilling,
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Show'd like two silver doves that sit a-billing.
|
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Once more the engine of her thoughts began:
|
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'O fairest mover on this mortal round,
|
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Would thou wert as I am, and I a man,
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My heart all whole as thine, thy heart my wound;
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For one sweet look thy help I would assure thee,
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Though nothing but my body's bane would cure thee!
|
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'Give me my hand,' saith he, 'why dost thou feel it?'
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'Give me my heart,' saith she, 'and thou shalt have it:
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O, give it me, lest thy hard heart do steel it,
|
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And being steel'd, soft sighs can never grave it:
|
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Then love's deep groans I never shall regard,
|
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Because Adonis' heart hath made mine hard.'
|
470
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'For shame,' he cries, 'let go, and let me go;
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|
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My day's delight is past, my horse is gone,
|
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And 'tis your fault I am bereft him so:
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I pray you hence, and leave me here alone;
|
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For all my mind, my thought, my busy care,
|
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Is how to get my palfrey from the mare.'
|
477
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|
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Thus she replies: 'Thy palfrey, as he should,
|
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|
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Welcomes the warm approach of sweet desire:
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Affection is a coal that must be cool'd;
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Else, suffer'd, it will set the heart on fire:
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482
|
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The sea hath bounds, but deep desire hath none;
|
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Therefore no marvel though thy horse be gone.
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'How like a jade he stood, tied to the tree,
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Servilely master'd with a leathern rein!
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But when he saw his love, his youth's fair fee,
|
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He held such petty bondage in disdain;
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Throwing the base thong from his bending crest,
|
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Enfranchising his mouth, his back, his breast.
|
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'Who sees his true-love in her naked bed,
|
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Teaching the sheets a whiter hue than white,
|
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But, when his glutton eye so full hath fed,
|
495
|
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His other agents aim at like delight?
|
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|
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Who is so faint, that dare not be so bold
|
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|
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To touch the fire, the weather being cold?
|
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'Let me excuse thy courser, gentle boy;
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And learn of him, I heartily beseech thee,
|
501
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To take advantage on presented joy;
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Though I were dumb, yet his proceedings teach thee;
|
503
|
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O, learn to love; the lesson is but plain,
|
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And once made perfect, never lost again.'
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I know not love,' quoth he, 'nor will not know it,
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Unless it be a boar, and then I chase it;
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|
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'Tis much to borrow, and I will not owe it;
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My love to love is love but to disgrace it;
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For I have heard it is a life in death,
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That laughs and weeps, and all but with a breath.
|
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'Who wears a garment shapeless and unfinish'd?
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Who plucks the bud before one leaf put forth?
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515
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If springing things be any jot diminish'd,
|
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They wither in their prime, prove nothing worth:
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The colt that's back'd and burden'd being young
|
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|
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Loseth his pride and never waxeth strong.
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'You hurt my hand with wringing; let us part,
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And leave this idle theme, this bootless chat:
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Remove your siege from my unyielding heart;
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To love's alarms it will not ope the gate:
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Dismiss your vows, your feigned tears, your flattery;
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525
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For where a heart is hard they make no battery.'
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'What! canst thou talk?' quoth she, 'hast thou a tongue?
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O, would thou hadst not, or I had no hearing!
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|
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Thy mermaid's voice hath done me double wrong;
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530
|
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I had my load before, now press'd with bearing:
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531
|
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Melodious discord, heavenly tune harshsounding,
|
532
|
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Ear's deep-sweet music, and heart's deep-sore wounding.
|
533
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534
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'Had I no eyes but ears, my ears would love
|
535
|
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That inward beauty and invisible;
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536
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Or were I deaf, thy outward parts would move
|
537
|
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Each part in me that were but sensible:
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538
|
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Though neither eyes nor ears, to hear nor see,
|
539
|
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Yet should I be in love by touching thee.
|
540
|
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|
541
|
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'Say, that the sense of feeling were bereft me,
|
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|
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And that I could not see, nor hear, nor touch,
|
543
|
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And nothing but the very smell were left me,
|
544
|
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Yet would my love to thee be still as much;
|
545
|
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For from the stillitory of thy face excelling
|
546
|
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Comes breath perfumed that breedeth love by
|
547
|
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smelling.
|
548
|
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549
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'But, O, what banquet wert thou to the taste,
|
550
|
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Being nurse and feeder of the other four!
|
551
|
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Would they not wish the feast might ever last,
|
552
|
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And bid Suspicion double-lock the door,
|
553
|
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Lest Jealousy, that sour unwelcome guest,
|
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|
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Should, by his stealing in, disturb the feast?'
|
555
|
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|
556
|
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Once more the ruby-colour'd portal open'd,
|
557
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Which to his speech did honey passage yield;
|
558
|
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Like a red morn, that ever yet betoken'd
|
559
|
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Wreck to the seaman, tempest to the field,
|
560
|
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Sorrow to shepherds, woe unto the birds,
|
561
|
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Gusts and foul flaws to herdmen and to herds.
|
562
|
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563
|
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This ill presage advisedly she marketh:
|
564
|
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Even as the wind is hush'd before it raineth,
|
565
|
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Or as the wolf doth grin before he barketh,
|
566
|
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Or as the berry breaks before it staineth,
|
567
|
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Or like the deadly bullet of a gun,
|
568
|
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His meaning struck her ere his words begun.
|
569
|
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|
570
|
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And at his look she flatly falleth down,
|
571
|
-
For looks kill love and love by looks reviveth;
|
572
|
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A smile recures the wounding of a frown;
|
573
|
-
But blessed bankrupt, that by love so thriveth!
|
574
|
-
The silly boy, believing she is dead,
|
575
|
-
Claps her pale cheek, till clapping makes it red;
|
576
|
-
|
577
|
-
And all amazed brake off his late intent,
|
578
|
-
For sharply he did think to reprehend her,
|
579
|
-
Which cunning love did wittily prevent:
|
580
|
-
Fair fall the wit that can so well defend her!
|
581
|
-
For on the grass she lies as she were slain,
|
582
|
-
Till his breath breatheth life in her again.
|
583
|
-
|
584
|
-
He wrings her nose, he strikes her on the cheeks,
|
585
|
-
He bends her fingers, holds her pulses hard,
|
586
|
-
He chafes her lips; a thousand ways he seeks
|
587
|
-
To mend the hurt that his unkindness marr'd:
|
588
|
-
He kisses her; and she, by her good will,
|
589
|
-
Will never rise, so he will kiss her still.
|
590
|
-
|
591
|
-
The night of sorrow now is turn'd to day:
|
592
|
-
Her two blue windows faintly she up-heaveth,
|
593
|
-
Like the fair sun, when in his fresh array
|
594
|
-
He cheers the morn and all the earth relieveth;
|
595
|
-
And as the bright sun glorifies the sky,
|
596
|
-
So is her face illumined with her eye;
|
597
|
-
|
598
|
-
Whose beams upon his hairless face are fix'd,
|
599
|
-
As if from thence they borrow'd all their shine.
|
600
|
-
Were never four such lamps together mix'd,
|
601
|
-
Had not his clouded with his brow's repine;
|
602
|
-
But hers, which through the crystal tears gave light,
|
603
|
-
Shone like the moon in water seen by night.
|
604
|
-
|
605
|
-
'O, where am I?' quoth she, 'in earth or heaven,
|
606
|
-
Or in the ocean drench'd, or in the fire?
|
607
|
-
What hour is this? or morn or weary even?
|
608
|
-
Do I delight to die, or life desire?
|
609
|
-
But now I lived, and life was death's annoy;
|
610
|
-
But now I died, and death was lively joy.
|
611
|
-
|
612
|
-
'O, thou didst kill me: kill me once again:
|
613
|
-
Thy eyes' shrewd tutor, that hard heart of thine,
|
614
|
-
Hath taught them scornful tricks and such disdain
|
615
|
-
That they have murder'd this poor heart of mine;
|
616
|
-
And these mine eyes, true leaders to their queen,
|
617
|
-
But for thy piteous lips no more had seen.
|
618
|
-
|
619
|
-
'Long may they kiss each other, for this cure!
|
620
|
-
O, never let their crimson liveries wear!
|
621
|
-
And as they last, their verdure still endure,
|
622
|
-
To drive infection from the dangerous year!
|
623
|
-
That the star-gazers, having writ on death,
|
624
|
-
May say, the plague is banish'd by thy breath.
|
625
|
-
|
626
|
-
'Pure lips, sweet seals in my soft lips imprinted,
|
627
|
-
What bargains may I make, still to be sealing?
|
628
|
-
To sell myself I can be well contented,
|
629
|
-
So thou wilt buy and pay and use good dealing;
|
630
|
-
Which purchase if thou make, for fear of slips
|
631
|
-
Set thy seal-manual on my wax-red lips.
|
632
|
-
|
633
|
-
'A thousand kisses buys my heart from me;
|
634
|
-
And pay them at thy leisure, one by one.
|
635
|
-
What is ten hundred touches unto thee?
|
636
|
-
Are they not quickly told and quickly gone?
|
637
|
-
Say, for non-payment that the debt should double,
|
638
|
-
Is twenty hundred kisses such a trouble?
|
639
|
-
|
640
|
-
'Fair queen,' quoth he, 'if any love you owe me,
|
641
|
-
Measure my strangeness with my unripe years:
|
642
|
-
Before I know myself, seek not to know me;
|
643
|
-
No fisher but the ungrown fry forbears:
|
644
|
-
The mellow plum doth fall, the green sticks fast,
|
645
|
-
Or being early pluck'd is sour to taste.
|
646
|
-
|
647
|
-
'Look, the world's comforter, with weary gait,
|
648
|
-
His day's hot task hath ended in the west;
|
649
|
-
The owl, night's herald, shrieks, ''Tis very late;'
|
650
|
-
The sheep are gone to fold, birds to their nest,
|
651
|
-
And coal-black clouds that shadow heaven's light
|
652
|
-
Do summon us to part and bid good night.
|
653
|
-
|
654
|
-
'Now let me say 'Good night,' and so say you;
|
655
|
-
If you will say so, you shall have a kiss.'
|
656
|
-
'Good night,' quoth she, and, ere he says 'Adieu,'
|
657
|
-
The honey fee of parting tender'd is:
|
658
|
-
Her arms do lend his neck a sweet embrace;
|
659
|
-
Incorporate then they seem; face grows to face.
|
660
|
-
|
661
|
-
Till, breathless, he disjoin'd, and backward drew
|
662
|
-
The heavenly moisture, that sweet coral mouth,
|
663
|
-
Whose precious taste her thirsty lips well knew,
|
664
|
-
Whereon they surfeit, yet complain on drouth:
|
665
|
-
He with her plenty press'd, she faint with dearth
|
666
|
-
Their lips together glued, fall to the earth.
|
667
|
-
|
668
|
-
Now quick desire hath caught the yielding prey,
|
669
|
-
And glutton-like she feeds, yet never filleth;
|
670
|
-
Her lips are conquerors, his lips obey,
|
671
|
-
Paying what ransom the insulter willeth;
|
672
|
-
Whose vulture thought doth pitch the price so high,
|
673
|
-
That she will draw his lips' rich treasure dry:
|
674
|
-
|
675
|
-
And having felt the sweetness of the spoil,
|
676
|
-
With blindfold fury she begins to forage;
|
677
|
-
Her face doth reek and smoke, her blood doth boil,
|
678
|
-
And careless lust stirs up a desperate courage,
|
679
|
-
Planting oblivion, beating reason back,
|
680
|
-
Forgetting shame's pure blush and honour's wrack.
|
681
|
-
|
682
|
-
Hot, faint, and weary, with her hard embracing,
|
683
|
-
Like a wild bird being tamed with too much handling,
|
684
|
-
Or as the fleet-foot roe that's tired with chasing,
|
685
|
-
Or like the froward infant still'd with dandling,
|
686
|
-
He now obeys, and now no more resisteth,
|
687
|
-
While she takes all she can, not all she listeth.
|
688
|
-
|
689
|
-
What wax so frozen but dissolves with tempering,
|
690
|
-
And yields at last to every light impression?
|
691
|
-
Things out of hope are compass'd oft with venturing,
|
692
|
-
Chiefly in love, whose leave exceeds commission:
|
693
|
-
Affection faints not like a pale-faced coward,
|
694
|
-
But then woos best when most his choice is froward.
|
695
|
-
|
696
|
-
When he did frown, O, had she then gave over,
|
697
|
-
Such nectar from his lips she had not suck'd.
|
698
|
-
Foul words and frowns must not repel a lover;
|
699
|
-
What though the rose have prickles, yet 'tis pluck'd:
|
700
|
-
Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast,
|
701
|
-
Yet love breaks through and picks them all at last.
|
702
|
-
|
703
|
-
For pity now she can no more detain him;
|
704
|
-
The poor fool prays her that he may depart:
|
705
|
-
She is resolved no longer to restrain him;
|
706
|
-
Bids him farewell, and look well to her heart,
|
707
|
-
The which, by Cupid's bow she doth protest,
|
708
|
-
He carries thence incaged in his breast.
|
709
|
-
|
710
|
-
'Sweet boy,' she says, 'this night I'll waste in sorrow,
|
711
|
-
For my sick heart commands mine eyes to watch.
|
712
|
-
Tell me, Love's master, shall we meet to-morrow?
|
713
|
-
Say, shall we? shall we? wilt thou make the match?'
|
714
|
-
He tells her, no; to-morrow he intends
|
715
|
-
To hunt the boar with certain of his friends.
|
716
|
-
|
717
|
-
'The boar!' quoth she; whereat a sudden pale,
|
718
|
-
Like lawn being spread upon the blushing rose,
|
719
|
-
Usurps her cheek; she trembles at his tale,
|
720
|
-
And on his neck her yoking arms she throws:
|
721
|
-
She sinketh down, still hanging by his neck,
|
722
|
-
He on her belly falls, she on her back.
|
723
|
-
|
724
|
-
Now is she in the very lists of love,
|
725
|
-
Her champion mounted for the hot encounter:
|
726
|
-
All is imaginary she doth prove,
|
727
|
-
He will not manage her, although he mount her;
|
728
|
-
That worse than Tantalus' is her annoy,
|
729
|
-
To clip Elysium and to lack her joy.
|
730
|
-
|
731
|
-
Even as poor birds, deceived with painted grapes,
|
732
|
-
Do surfeit by the eye and pine the maw,
|
733
|
-
Even so she languisheth in her mishaps,
|
734
|
-
As those poor birds that helpless berries saw.
|
735
|
-
The warm effects which she in him finds missing
|
736
|
-
She seeks to kindle with continual kissing.
|
737
|
-
|
738
|
-
But all in vain; good queen, it will not be:
|
739
|
-
She hath assay'd as much as may be proved;
|
740
|
-
Her pleading hath deserved a greater fee;
|
741
|
-
She's Love, she loves, and yet she is not loved.
|
742
|
-
'Fie, fie,' he says, 'you crush me; let me go;
|
743
|
-
You have no reason to withhold me so.'
|
744
|
-
|
745
|
-
'Thou hadst been gone,' quoth she, 'sweet boy, ere this,
|
746
|
-
But that thou told'st me thou wouldst hunt the boar.
|
747
|
-
O, be advised! thou know'st not what it is
|
748
|
-
With javelin's point a churlish swine to gore,
|
749
|
-
Whose tushes never sheathed he whetteth still,
|
750
|
-
Like to a mortal butcher bent to kill.
|
751
|
-
|
752
|
-
'On his bow-back he hath a battle set
|
753
|
-
Of bristly pikes, that ever threat his foes;
|
754
|
-
His eyes, like glow-worms, shine when he doth fret;
|
755
|
-
His snout digs sepulchres where'er he goes;
|
756
|
-
Being moved, he strikes whate'er is in his way,
|
757
|
-
And whom he strikes his cruel tushes slay.
|
758
|
-
|
759
|
-
'His brawny sides, with hairy bristles arm'd,
|
760
|
-
Are better proof than thy spear's point can enter;
|
761
|
-
His short thick neck cannot be easily harm'd;
|
762
|
-
Being ireful, on the lion he will venture:
|
763
|
-
The thorny brambles and embracing bushes,
|
764
|
-
As fearful of him, part, through whom he rushes.
|
765
|
-
|
766
|
-
'Alas, he nought esteems that face of thine,
|
767
|
-
To which Love's eyes pay tributary gazes;
|
768
|
-
Nor thy soft hands, sweet lips and crystal eyne,
|
769
|
-
Whose full perfection all the world amazes;
|
770
|
-
But having thee at vantage,--wondrous dread!--
|
771
|
-
Would root these beauties as he roots the mead.
|
772
|
-
|
773
|
-
'O, let him keep his loathsome cabin still;
|
774
|
-
Beauty hath nought to do with such foul fiends:
|
775
|
-
Come not within his danger by thy will;
|
776
|
-
They that thrive well take counsel of their friends.
|
777
|
-
When thou didst name the boar, not to dissemble,
|
778
|
-
I fear'd thy fortune, and my joints did tremble.
|
779
|
-
|
780
|
-
'Didst thou not mark my face? was it not white?
|
781
|
-
Saw'st thou not signs of fear lurk in mine eye?
|
782
|
-
Grew I not faint? and fell I not downright?
|
783
|
-
Within my bosom, whereon thou dost lie,
|
784
|
-
My boding heart pants, beats, and takes no rest,
|
785
|
-
But, like an earthquake, shakes thee on my breast.
|
786
|
-
|
787
|
-
'For where Love reigns, disturbing Jealousy
|
788
|
-
Doth call himself Affection's sentinel;
|
789
|
-
Gives false alarms, suggesteth mutiny,
|
790
|
-
And in a peaceful hour doth cry 'Kill, kill!'
|
791
|
-
Distempering gentle Love in his desire,
|
792
|
-
As air and water do abate the fire.
|
793
|
-
|
794
|
-
'This sour informer, this bate-breeding spy,
|
795
|
-
This canker that eats up Love's tender spring,
|
796
|
-
This carry-tale, dissentious Jealousy,
|
797
|
-
That sometime true news, sometime false doth bring,
|
798
|
-
Knocks at my heat and whispers in mine ear
|
799
|
-
That if I love thee, I thy death should fear:
|
800
|
-
|
801
|
-
'And more than so, presenteth to mine eye
|
802
|
-
The picture of an angry-chafing boar,
|
803
|
-
Under whose sharp fangs on his back doth lie
|
804
|
-
An image like thyself, all stain'd with gore;
|
805
|
-
Whose blood upon the fresh flowers being shed
|
806
|
-
Doth make them droop with grief and hang the head.
|
807
|
-
|
808
|
-
'What should I do, seeing thee so indeed,
|
809
|
-
That tremble at the imagination?
|
810
|
-
The thought of it doth make my faint heart bleed,
|
811
|
-
And fear doth teach it divination:
|
812
|
-
I prophesy thy death, my living sorrow,
|
813
|
-
If thou encounter with the boar to-morrow.
|
814
|
-
|
815
|
-
'But if thou needs wilt hunt, be ruled by me;
|
816
|
-
Uncouple at the timorous flying hare,
|
817
|
-
Or at the fox which lives by subtlety,
|
818
|
-
Or at the roe which no encounter dare:
|
819
|
-
Pursue these fearful creatures o'er the downs,
|
820
|
-
And on thy well-breath'd horse keep with thy
|
821
|
-
hounds.
|
822
|
-
|
823
|
-
'And when thou hast on foot the purblind hare,
|
824
|
-
Mark the poor wretch, to overshoot his troubles
|
825
|
-
How he outruns the wind and with what care
|
826
|
-
He cranks and crosses with a thousand doubles:
|
827
|
-
The many musets through the which he goes
|
828
|
-
Are like a labyrinth to amaze his foes.
|
829
|
-
|
830
|
-
'Sometime he runs among a flock of sheep,
|
831
|
-
To make the cunning hounds mistake their smell,
|
832
|
-
And sometime where earth-delving conies keep,
|
833
|
-
To stop the loud pursuers in their yell,
|
834
|
-
And sometime sorteth with a herd of deer:
|
835
|
-
Danger deviseth shifts; wit waits on fear:
|
836
|
-
|
837
|
-
'For there his smell with others being mingled,
|
838
|
-
The hot scent-snuffing hounds are driven to doubt,
|
839
|
-
Ceasing their clamorous cry till they have singled
|
840
|
-
With much ado the cold fault cleanly out;
|
841
|
-
Then do they spend their mouths: Echo replies,
|
842
|
-
As if another chase were in the skies.
|
843
|
-
|
844
|
-
'By this, poor Wat, far off upon a hill,
|
845
|
-
Stands on his hinder legs with listening ear,
|
846
|
-
To harken if his foes pursue him still:
|
847
|
-
Anon their loud alarums he doth hear;
|
848
|
-
And now his grief may be compared well
|
849
|
-
To one sore sick that hears the passing-bell.
|
850
|
-
|
851
|
-
'Then shalt thou see the dew-bedabbled wretch
|
852
|
-
Turn, and return, indenting with the way;
|
853
|
-
Each envious brier his weary legs doth scratch,
|
854
|
-
Each shadow makes him stop, each murmur stay:
|
855
|
-
For misery is trodden on by many,
|
856
|
-
And being low never relieved by any.
|
857
|
-
|
858
|
-
'Lie quietly, and hear a little more;
|
859
|
-
Nay, do not struggle, for thou shalt not rise:
|
860
|
-
To make thee hate the hunting of the boar,
|
861
|
-
Unlike myself thou hear'st me moralize,
|
862
|
-
Applying this to that, and so to so;
|
863
|
-
For love can comment upon every woe.
|
864
|
-
|
865
|
-
'Where did I leave?' 'No matter where,' quoth he,
|
866
|
-
'Leave me, and then the story aptly ends:
|
867
|
-
The night is spent.' 'Why, what of that?' quoth she.
|
868
|
-
'I am,' quoth he, 'expected of my friends;
|
869
|
-
And now 'tis dark, and going I shall fall.'
|
870
|
-
'In night,' quoth she, 'desire sees best of all
|
871
|
-
|
872
|
-
'But if thou fall, O, then imagine this,
|
873
|
-
The earth, in love with thee, thy footing trips,
|
874
|
-
And all is but to rob thee of a kiss.
|
875
|
-
Rich preys make true men thieves; so do thy lips
|
876
|
-
Make modest Dian cloudy and forlorn,
|
877
|
-
Lest she should steal a kiss and die forsworn.
|
878
|
-
|
879
|
-
'Now of this dark night I perceive the reason:
|
880
|
-
Cynthia for shame obscures her silver shine,
|
881
|
-
Till forging Nature be condemn'd of treason,
|
882
|
-
For stealing moulds from heaven that were divine;
|
883
|
-
Wherein she framed thee in high heaven's despite,
|
884
|
-
To shame the sun by day and her by night.
|
885
|
-
|
886
|
-
'And therefore hath she bribed the Destinies
|
887
|
-
To cross the curious workmanship of nature,
|
888
|
-
To mingle beauty with infirmities,
|
889
|
-
And pure perfection with impure defeature,
|
890
|
-
Making it subject to the tyranny
|
891
|
-
Of mad mischances and much misery;
|
892
|
-
|
893
|
-
'As burning fevers, agues pale and faint,
|
894
|
-
Life-poisoning pestilence and frenzies wood,
|
895
|
-
The marrow-eating sickness, whose attaint
|
896
|
-
Disorder breeds by heating of the blood:
|
897
|
-
Surfeits, imposthumes, grief, and damn'd despair,
|
898
|
-
Swear nature's death for framing thee so fair.
|
899
|
-
|
900
|
-
'And not the least of all these maladies
|
901
|
-
But in one minute's fight brings beauty under:
|
902
|
-
Both favour, savour, hue and qualities,
|
903
|
-
Whereat the impartial gazer late did wonder,
|
904
|
-
Are on the sudden wasted, thaw'd and done,
|
905
|
-
As mountain-snow melts with the midday sun.
|
906
|
-
|
907
|
-
'Therefore, despite of fruitless chastity,
|
908
|
-
Love-lacking vestals and self-loving nuns,
|
909
|
-
That on the earth would breed a scarcity
|
910
|
-
And barren dearth of daughters and of sons,
|
911
|
-
Be prodigal: the lamp that burns by night
|
912
|
-
Dries up his oil to lend the world his light.
|
913
|
-
|
914
|
-
'What is thy body but a swallowing grave,
|
915
|
-
Seeming to bury that posterity
|
916
|
-
Which by the rights of time thou needs must have,
|
917
|
-
If thou destroy them not in dark obscurity?
|
918
|
-
If so, the world will hold thee in disdain,
|
919
|
-
Sith in thy pride so fair a hope is slain.
|
920
|
-
|
921
|
-
'So in thyself thyself art made away;
|
922
|
-
A mischief worse than civil home-bred strife,
|
923
|
-
Or theirs whose desperate hands themselves do slay,
|
924
|
-
Or butcher-sire that reaves his son of life.
|
925
|
-
Foul-cankering rust the hidden treasure frets,
|
926
|
-
But gold that's put to use more gold begets.'
|
927
|
-
|
928
|
-
'Nay, then,' quoth Adon, 'you will fall again
|
929
|
-
Into your idle over-handled theme:
|
930
|
-
The kiss I gave you is bestow'd in vain,
|
931
|
-
And all in vain you strive against the stream;
|
932
|
-
For, by this black-faced night, desire's foul nurse,
|
933
|
-
Your treatise makes me like you worse and worse.
|
934
|
-
|
935
|
-
'If love have lent you twenty thousand tongues,
|
936
|
-
And every tongue more moving than your own,
|
937
|
-
Bewitching like the wanton mermaid's songs,
|
938
|
-
Yet from mine ear the tempting tune is blown
|
939
|
-
For know, my heart stands armed in mine ear,
|
940
|
-
And will not let a false sound enter there;
|
941
|
-
|
942
|
-
'Lest the deceiving harmony should run
|
943
|
-
Into the quiet closure of my breast;
|
944
|
-
And then my little heart were quite undone,
|
945
|
-
In his bedchamber to be barr'd of rest.
|
946
|
-
No, lady, no; my heart longs not to groan,
|
947
|
-
But soundly sleeps, while now it sleeps alone.
|
948
|
-
|
949
|
-
'What have you urged that I cannot reprove?
|
950
|
-
The path is smooth that leadeth on to danger:
|
951
|
-
I hate not love, but your device in love,
|
952
|
-
That lends embracements unto every stranger.
|
953
|
-
You do it for increase: O strange excuse,
|
954
|
-
When reason is the bawd to lust's abuse!
|
955
|
-
|
956
|
-
'Call it not love, for Love to heaven is fled,
|
957
|
-
Since sweating Lust on earth usurp'd his name;
|
958
|
-
Under whose simple semblance he hath fed
|
959
|
-
Upon fresh beauty, blotting it with blame;
|
960
|
-
Which the hot tyrant stains and soon bereaves,
|
961
|
-
As caterpillars do the tender leaves.
|
962
|
-
|
963
|
-
'Love comforteth like sunshine after rain,
|
964
|
-
But Lust's effect is tempest after sun;
|
965
|
-
Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain,
|
966
|
-
Lust's winter comes ere summer half be done;
|
967
|
-
Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies;
|
968
|
-
Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies.
|
969
|
-
|
970
|
-
'More I could tell, but more I dare not say;
|
971
|
-
The text is old, the orator too green.
|
972
|
-
Therefore, in sadness, now I will away;
|
973
|
-
My face is full of shame, my heart of teen:
|
974
|
-
Mine ears, that to your wanton talk attended,
|
975
|
-
Do burn themselves for having so offended.'
|
976
|
-
|
977
|
-
With this, he breaketh from the sweet embrace,
|
978
|
-
Of those fair arms which bound him to her breast,
|
979
|
-
And homeward through the dark laund runs apace;
|
980
|
-
Leaves Love upon her back deeply distress'd.
|
981
|
-
Look, how a bright star shooteth from the sky,
|
982
|
-
So glides he in the night from Venus' eye.
|
983
|
-
|
984
|
-
Which after him she darts, as one on shore
|
985
|
-
Gazing upon a late-embarked friend,
|
986
|
-
Till the wild waves will have him seen no more,
|
987
|
-
Whose ridges with the meeting clouds contend:
|
988
|
-
So did the merciless and pitchy night
|
989
|
-
Fold in the object that did feed her sight.
|
990
|
-
|
991
|
-
Whereat amazed, as one that unaware
|
992
|
-
Hath dropp'd a precious jewel in the flood,
|
993
|
-
Or stonish'd as night-wanderers often are,
|
994
|
-
Their light blown out in some mistrustful wood,
|
995
|
-
Even so confounded in the dark she lay,
|
996
|
-
Having lost the fair discovery of her way.
|
997
|
-
|
998
|
-
And now she beats her heart, whereat it groans,
|
999
|
-
That all the neighbour caves, as seeming troubled,
|
1000
|
-
Make verbal repetition of her moans;
|
1001
|
-
Passion on passion deeply is redoubled:
|
1002
|
-
'Ay me!' she cries, and twenty times 'Woe, woe!'
|
1003
|
-
And twenty echoes twenty times cry so.
|
1004
|
-
|
1005
|
-
She marking them begins a wailing note
|
1006
|
-
And sings extemporally a woeful ditty;
|
1007
|
-
How love makes young men thrall and old men dote;
|
1008
|
-
How love is wise in folly, foolish-witty:
|
1009
|
-
Her heavy anthem still concludes in woe,
|
1010
|
-
And still the choir of echoes answer so.
|
1011
|
-
|
1012
|
-
Her song was tedious and outwore the night,
|
1013
|
-
For lovers' hours are long, though seeming short:
|
1014
|
-
If pleased themselves, others, they think, delight
|
1015
|
-
In such-like circumstance, with suchlike sport:
|
1016
|
-
Their copious stories oftentimes begun
|
1017
|
-
End without audience and are never done.
|
1018
|
-
|
1019
|
-
For who hath she to spend the night withal
|
1020
|
-
But idle sounds resembling parasites,
|
1021
|
-
Like shrill-tongued tapsters answering every call,
|
1022
|
-
Soothing the humour of fantastic wits?
|
1023
|
-
She says ''Tis so:' they answer all ''Tis so;'
|
1024
|
-
And would say after her, if she said 'No.'
|
1025
|
-
|
1026
|
-
Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest,
|
1027
|
-
From his moist cabinet mounts up on high,
|
1028
|
-
And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast
|
1029
|
-
The sun ariseth in his majesty;
|
1030
|
-
Who doth the world so gloriously behold
|
1031
|
-
That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold.
|
1032
|
-
|
1033
|
-
Venus salutes him with this fair good-morrow:
|
1034
|
-
'O thou clear god, and patron of all light,
|
1035
|
-
From whom each lamp and shining star doth borrow
|
1036
|
-
The beauteous influence that makes him bright,
|
1037
|
-
There lives a son that suck'd an earthly mother,
|
1038
|
-
May lend thee light, as thou dost lend to other.'
|
1039
|
-
|
1040
|
-
This said, she hasteth to a myrtle grove,
|
1041
|
-
Musing the morning is so much o'erworn,
|
1042
|
-
And yet she hears no tidings of her love:
|
1043
|
-
She hearkens for his hounds and for his horn:
|
1044
|
-
Anon she hears them chant it lustily,
|
1045
|
-
And all in haste she coasteth to the cry.
|
1046
|
-
|
1047
|
-
And as she runs, the bushes in the way
|
1048
|
-
Some catch her by the neck, some kiss her face,
|
1049
|
-
Some twine about her thigh to make her stay:
|
1050
|
-
She wildly breaketh from their strict embrace,
|
1051
|
-
Like a milch doe, whose swelling dugs do ache,
|
1052
|
-
Hasting to feed her fawn hid in some brake.
|
1053
|
-
|
1054
|
-
By this, she hears the hounds are at a bay;
|
1055
|
-
Whereat she starts, like one that spies an adder
|
1056
|
-
Wreathed up in fatal folds just in his way,
|
1057
|
-
The fear whereof doth make him shake and shudder;
|
1058
|
-
Even so the timorous yelping of the hounds
|
1059
|
-
Appals her senses and her spirit confounds.
|
1060
|
-
|
1061
|
-
For now she knows it is no gentle chase,
|
1062
|
-
But the blunt boar, rough bear, or lion proud,
|
1063
|
-
Because the cry remaineth in one place,
|
1064
|
-
Where fearfully the dogs exclaim aloud:
|
1065
|
-
Finding their enemy to be so curst,
|
1066
|
-
They all strain courtesy who shall cope him first.
|
1067
|
-
|
1068
|
-
This dismal cry rings sadly in her ear,
|
1069
|
-
Through which it enters to surprise her heart;
|
1070
|
-
Who, overcome by doubt and bloodless fear,
|
1071
|
-
With cold-pale weakness numbs each feeling part:
|
1072
|
-
Like soldiers, when their captain once doth yield,
|
1073
|
-
They basely fly and dare not stay the field.
|
1074
|
-
|
1075
|
-
Thus stands she in a trembling ecstasy;
|
1076
|
-
Till, cheering up her senses all dismay'd,
|
1077
|
-
She tells them 'tis a causeless fantasy,
|
1078
|
-
And childish error, that they are afraid;
|
1079
|
-
Bids them leave quaking, bids them fear no more:--
|
1080
|
-
And with that word she spied the hunted boar,
|
1081
|
-
|
1082
|
-
Whose frothy mouth, bepainted all with red,
|
1083
|
-
Like milk and blood being mingled both together,
|
1084
|
-
A second fear through all her sinews spread,
|
1085
|
-
Which madly hurries her she knows not whither:
|
1086
|
-
This way runs, and now she will no further,
|
1087
|
-
But back retires to rate the boar for murther.
|
1088
|
-
|
1089
|
-
A thousand spleens bear her a thousand ways;
|
1090
|
-
She treads the path that she untreads again;
|
1091
|
-
Her more than haste is mated with delays,
|
1092
|
-
Like the proceedings of a drunken brain,
|
1093
|
-
Full of respects, yet nought at all respecting;
|
1094
|
-
In hand with all things, nought at all effecting.
|
1095
|
-
|
1096
|
-
Here kennell'd in a brake she finds a hound,
|
1097
|
-
And asks the weary caitiff for his master,
|
1098
|
-
And there another licking of his wound,
|
1099
|
-
'Gainst venom'd sores the only sovereign plaster;
|
1100
|
-
And here she meets another sadly scowling,
|
1101
|
-
To whom she speaks, and he replies with howling.
|
1102
|
-
|
1103
|
-
When he hath ceased his ill-resounding noise,
|
1104
|
-
Another flap-mouth'd mourner, black and grim,
|
1105
|
-
Against the welkin volleys out his voice;
|
1106
|
-
Another and another answer him,
|
1107
|
-
Clapping their proud tails to the ground below,
|
1108
|
-
Shaking their scratch'd ears, bleeding as they go.
|
1109
|
-
|
1110
|
-
Look, how the world's poor people are amazed
|
1111
|
-
At apparitions, signs and prodigies,
|
1112
|
-
Whereon with fearful eyes they long have gazed,
|
1113
|
-
Infusing them with dreadful prophecies;
|
1114
|
-
So she at these sad signs draws up her breath
|
1115
|
-
And sighing it again, exclaims on Death.
|
1116
|
-
|
1117
|
-
'Hard-favour'd tyrant, ugly, meagre, lean,
|
1118
|
-
Hateful divorce of love,'--thus chides she Death,--
|
1119
|
-
'Grim-grinning ghost, earth's worm, what dost thou mean
|
1120
|
-
To stifle beauty and to steal his breath,
|
1121
|
-
Who when he lived, his breath and beauty set
|
1122
|
-
Gloss on the rose, smell to the violet?
|
1123
|
-
|
1124
|
-
'If he be dead,--O no, it cannot be,
|
1125
|
-
Seeing his beauty, thou shouldst strike at it:--
|
1126
|
-
O yes, it may; thou hast no eyes to see,
|
1127
|
-
But hatefully at random dost thou hit.
|
1128
|
-
Thy mark is feeble age, but thy false dart
|
1129
|
-
Mistakes that aim and cleaves an infant's heart.
|
1130
|
-
|
1131
|
-
'Hadst thou but bid beware, then he had spoke,
|
1132
|
-
And, hearing him, thy power had lost his power.
|
1133
|
-
The Destinies will curse thee for this stroke;
|
1134
|
-
They bid thee crop a weed, thou pluck'st a flower:
|
1135
|
-
Love's golden arrow at him should have fled,
|
1136
|
-
And not Death's ebon dart, to strike dead.
|
1137
|
-
|
1138
|
-
'Dost thou drink tears, that thou provokest such weeping?
|
1139
|
-
What may a heavy groan advantage thee?
|
1140
|
-
Why hast thou cast into eternal sleeping
|
1141
|
-
Those eyes that taught all other eyes to see?
|
1142
|
-
Now Nature cares not for thy mortal vigour,
|
1143
|
-
Since her best work is ruin'd with thy rigour.'
|
1144
|
-
|
1145
|
-
Here overcome, as one full of despair,
|
1146
|
-
She vail'd her eyelids, who, like sluices, stopt
|
1147
|
-
The crystal tide that from her two cheeks fair
|
1148
|
-
In the sweet channel of her bosom dropt;
|
1149
|
-
But through the flood-gates breaks the silver rain,
|
1150
|
-
And with his strong course opens them again.
|
1151
|
-
|
1152
|
-
O, how her eyes and tears did lend and borrow!
|
1153
|
-
Her eyes seen in the tears, tears in her eye;
|
1154
|
-
Both crystals, where they view'd each other's sorrow,
|
1155
|
-
Sorrow that friendly sighs sought still to dry;
|
1156
|
-
But like a stormy day, now wind, now rain,
|
1157
|
-
Sighs dry her cheeks, tears make them wet again.
|
1158
|
-
|
1159
|
-
Variable passions throng her constant woe,
|
1160
|
-
As striving who should best become her grief;
|
1161
|
-
All entertain'd, each passion labours so,
|
1162
|
-
That every present sorrow seemeth chief,
|
1163
|
-
But none is best: then join they all together,
|
1164
|
-
Like many clouds consulting for foul weather.
|
1165
|
-
|
1166
|
-
By this, far off she hears some huntsman hollo;
|
1167
|
-
A nurse's song ne'er pleased her babe so well:
|
1168
|
-
The dire imagination she did follow
|
1169
|
-
This sound of hope doth labour to expel;
|
1170
|
-
For now reviving joy bids her rejoice,
|
1171
|
-
And flatters her it is Adonis' voice.
|
1172
|
-
|
1173
|
-
Whereat her tears began to turn their tide,
|
1174
|
-
Being prison'd in her eye like pearls in glass;
|
1175
|
-
Yet sometimes falls an orient drop beside,
|
1176
|
-
Which her cheek melts, as scorning it should pass,
|
1177
|
-
To wash the foul face of the sluttish ground,
|
1178
|
-
Who is but drunken when she seemeth drown'd.
|
1179
|
-
|
1180
|
-
O hard-believing love, how strange it seems
|
1181
|
-
Not to believe, and yet too credulous!
|
1182
|
-
Thy weal and woe are both of them extremes;
|
1183
|
-
Despair and hope makes thee ridiculous:
|
1184
|
-
The one doth flatter thee in thoughts unlikely,
|
1185
|
-
In likely thoughts the other kills thee quickly.
|
1186
|
-
|
1187
|
-
Now she unweaves the web that she hath wrought;
|
1188
|
-
Adonis lives, and Death is not to blame;
|
1189
|
-
It was not she that call'd him, all-to naught:
|
1190
|
-
Now she adds honours to his hateful name;
|
1191
|
-
She clepes him king of graves and grave for kings,
|
1192
|
-
Imperious supreme of all mortal things.
|
1193
|
-
|
1194
|
-
'No, no,' quoth she, 'sweet Death, I did but jest;
|
1195
|
-
Yet pardon me I felt a kind of fear
|
1196
|
-
When as I met the boar, that bloody beast,
|
1197
|
-
Which knows no pity, but is still severe;
|
1198
|
-
Then, gentle shadow,--truth I must confess,--
|
1199
|
-
I rail'd on thee, fearing my love's decease.
|
1200
|
-
|
1201
|
-
''Tis not my fault: the boar provoked my tongue;
|
1202
|
-
Be wreak'd on him, invisible commander;
|
1203
|
-
'Tis he, foul creature, that hath done thee wrong;
|
1204
|
-
I did but act, he's author of thy slander:
|
1205
|
-
Grief hath two tongues, and never woman yet
|
1206
|
-
Could rule them both without ten women's wit.'
|
1207
|
-
|
1208
|
-
Thus hoping that Adonis is alive,
|
1209
|
-
Her rash suspect she doth extenuate;
|
1210
|
-
And that his beauty may the better thrive,
|
1211
|
-
With Death she humbly doth insinuate;
|
1212
|
-
Tells him of trophies, statues, tombs, and stories
|
1213
|
-
His victories, his triumphs and his glories.
|
1214
|
-
|
1215
|
-
'O Jove,' quoth she, 'how much a fool was I
|
1216
|
-
To be of such a weak and silly mind
|
1217
|
-
To wail his death who lives and must not die
|
1218
|
-
Till mutual overthrow of mortal kind!
|
1219
|
-
For he being dead, with him is beauty slain,
|
1220
|
-
And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again.
|
1221
|
-
|
1222
|
-
'Fie, fie, fond love, thou art so full of fear
|
1223
|
-
As one with treasure laden, hemm'd thieves;
|
1224
|
-
Trifles, unwitnessed with eye or ear,
|
1225
|
-
Thy coward heart with false bethinking grieves.'
|
1226
|
-
Even at this word she hears a merry horn,
|
1227
|
-
Whereat she leaps that was but late forlorn.
|
1228
|
-
|
1229
|
-
As falcon to the lure, away she flies;
|
1230
|
-
The grass stoops not, she treads on it so light;
|
1231
|
-
And in her haste unfortunately spies
|
1232
|
-
The foul boar's conquest on her fair delight;
|
1233
|
-
Which seen, her eyes, as murder'd with the view,
|
1234
|
-
Like stars ashamed of day, themselves withdrew;
|
1235
|
-
|
1236
|
-
Or, as the snail, whose tender horns being hit,
|
1237
|
-
Shrinks backward in his shelly cave with pain,
|
1238
|
-
And there, all smother'd up, in shade doth sit,
|
1239
|
-
Long after fearing to creep forth again;
|
1240
|
-
So, at his bloody view, her eyes are fled
|
1241
|
-
Into the deep dark cabins of her head:
|
1242
|
-
|
1243
|
-
Where they resign their office and their light
|
1244
|
-
To the disposing of her troubled brain;
|
1245
|
-
Who bids them still consort with ugly night,
|
1246
|
-
And never wound the heart with looks again;
|
1247
|
-
Who like a king perplexed in his throne,
|
1248
|
-
By their suggestion gives a deadly groan,
|
1249
|
-
|
1250
|
-
Whereat each tributary subject quakes;
|
1251
|
-
As when the wind, imprison'd in the ground,
|
1252
|
-
Struggling for passage, earth's foundation shakes,
|
1253
|
-
Which with cold terror doth men's minds confound.
|
1254
|
-
This mutiny each part doth so surprise
|
1255
|
-
That from their dark beds once more leap her eyes;
|
1256
|
-
|
1257
|
-
And, being open'd, threw unwilling light
|
1258
|
-
Upon the wide wound that the boar had trench'd
|
1259
|
-
In his soft flank; whose wonted lily white
|
1260
|
-
With purple tears, that his wound wept, was drench'd:
|
1261
|
-
No flower was nigh, no grass, herb, leaf, or weed,
|
1262
|
-
But stole his blood and seem'd with him to bleed.
|
1263
|
-
|
1264
|
-
This solemn sympathy poor Venus noteth;
|
1265
|
-
Over one shoulder doth she hang her head;
|
1266
|
-
Dumbly she passions, franticly she doteth;
|
1267
|
-
She thinks he could not die, he is not dead:
|
1268
|
-
Her voice is stopt, her joints forget to bow;
|
1269
|
-
Her eyes are mad that they have wept til now.
|
1270
|
-
|
1271
|
-
Upon his hurt she looks so steadfastly,
|
1272
|
-
That her sight dazzling makes the wound seem three;
|
1273
|
-
And then she reprehends her mangling eye,
|
1274
|
-
That makes more gashes where no breach should be:
|
1275
|
-
His face seems twain, each several limb is doubled;
|
1276
|
-
For oft the eye mistakes, the brain being troubled.
|
1277
|
-
|
1278
|
-
'My tongue cannot express my grief for one,
|
1279
|
-
And yet,' quoth she, 'behold two Adons dead!
|
1280
|
-
My sighs are blown away, my salt tears gone,
|
1281
|
-
Mine eyes are turn'd to fire, my heart to lead:
|
1282
|
-
Heavy heart's lead, melt at mine eyes' red fire!
|
1283
|
-
So shall I die by drops of hot desire.
|
1284
|
-
|
1285
|
-
'Alas, poor world, what treasure hast thou lost!
|
1286
|
-
What face remains alive that's worth the viewing?
|
1287
|
-
Whose tongue is music now? what canst thou boast
|
1288
|
-
Of things long since, or any thing ensuing?
|
1289
|
-
The flowers are sweet, their colours fresh and trim;
|
1290
|
-
But true-sweet beauty lived and died with him.
|
1291
|
-
|
1292
|
-
'Bonnet nor veil henceforth no creature wear!
|
1293
|
-
Nor sun nor wind will ever strive to kiss you:
|
1294
|
-
Having no fair to lose, you need not fear;
|
1295
|
-
The sun doth scorn you and the wind doth hiss you:
|
1296
|
-
But when Adonis lived, sun and sharp air
|
1297
|
-
Lurk'd like two thieves, to rob him of his fair:
|
1298
|
-
|
1299
|
-
'And therefore would he put his bonnet on,
|
1300
|
-
Under whose brim the gaudy sun would peep;
|
1301
|
-
The wind would blow it off and, being gone,
|
1302
|
-
Play with his locks: then would Adonis weep;
|
1303
|
-
And straight, in pity of his tender years,
|
1304
|
-
They both would strive who first should dry his tears.
|
1305
|
-
|
1306
|
-
'To see his face the lion walk'd along
|
1307
|
-
Behind some hedge, because he would not fear him;
|
1308
|
-
To recreate himself when he hath sung,
|
1309
|
-
The tiger would be tame and gently hear him;
|
1310
|
-
If he had spoke, the wolf would leave his prey
|
1311
|
-
And never fright the silly lamb that day.
|
1312
|
-
|
1313
|
-
'When he beheld his shadow in the brook,
|
1314
|
-
The fishes spread on it their golden gills;
|
1315
|
-
When he was by, the birds such pleasure took,
|
1316
|
-
That some would sing, some other in their bills
|
1317
|
-
Would bring him mulberries and ripe-red cherries;
|
1318
|
-
He fed them with his sight, they him with berries.
|
1319
|
-
|
1320
|
-
'But this foul, grim, and urchin-snouted boar,
|
1321
|
-
Whose downward eye still looketh for a grave,
|
1322
|
-
Ne'er saw the beauteous livery that he wore;
|
1323
|
-
Witness the entertainment that he gave:
|
1324
|
-
If he did see his face, why then I know
|
1325
|
-
He thought to kiss him, and hath kill'd him so.
|
1326
|
-
|
1327
|
-
''Tis true, 'tis true; thus was Adonis slain:
|
1328
|
-
He ran upon the boar with his sharp spear,
|
1329
|
-
Who did not whet his teeth at him again,
|
1330
|
-
But by a kiss thought to persuade him there;
|
1331
|
-
And nuzzling in his flank, the loving swine
|
1332
|
-
Sheathed unaware the tusk in his soft groin.
|
1333
|
-
|
1334
|
-
'Had I been tooth'd like him, I must confess,
|
1335
|
-
With kissing him I should have kill'd him first;
|
1336
|
-
But he is dead, and never did he bless
|
1337
|
-
My youth with his; the more am I accurst.'
|
1338
|
-
With this, she falleth in the place she stood,
|
1339
|
-
And stains her face with his congealed blood.
|
1340
|
-
|
1341
|
-
She looks upon his lips, and they are pale;
|
1342
|
-
She takes him by the hand, and that is cold;
|
1343
|
-
She whispers in his ears a heavy tale,
|
1344
|
-
As if they heard the woeful words she told;
|
1345
|
-
She lifts the coffer-lids that close his eyes,
|
1346
|
-
Where, lo, two lamps, burnt out, in darkness lies;
|
1347
|
-
|
1348
|
-
Two glasses, where herself herself beheld
|
1349
|
-
A thousand times, and now no more reflect;
|
1350
|
-
Their virtue lost, wherein they late excell'd,
|
1351
|
-
And every beauty robb'd of his effect:
|
1352
|
-
'Wonder of time,' quoth she, 'this is my spite,
|
1353
|
-
That, thou being dead, the day should yet be light.
|
1354
|
-
|
1355
|
-
'Since thou art dead, lo, here I prophesy:
|
1356
|
-
Sorrow on love hereafter shall attend:
|
1357
|
-
It shall be waited on with jealousy,
|
1358
|
-
Find sweet beginning, but unsavoury end,
|
1359
|
-
Ne'er settled equally, but high or low,
|
1360
|
-
That all love's pleasure shall not match his woe.
|
1361
|
-
|
1362
|
-
'It shall be fickle, false and full of fraud,
|
1363
|
-
Bud and be blasted in a breathing-while;
|
1364
|
-
The bottom poison, and the top o'erstraw'd
|
1365
|
-
With sweets that shall the truest sight beguile:
|
1366
|
-
The strongest body shall it make most weak,
|
1367
|
-
Strike the wise dumb and teach the fool to speak.
|
1368
|
-
|
1369
|
-
'It shall be sparing and too full of riot,
|
1370
|
-
Teaching decrepit age to tread the measures;
|
1371
|
-
The staring ruffian shall it keep in quiet,
|
1372
|
-
Pluck down the rich, enrich the poor with treasures;
|
1373
|
-
It shall be raging-mad and silly-mild,
|
1374
|
-
Make the young old, the old become a child.
|
1375
|
-
|
1376
|
-
'It shall suspect where is no cause of fear;
|
1377
|
-
It shall not fear where it should most mistrust;
|
1378
|
-
It shall be merciful and too severe,
|
1379
|
-
And most deceiving when it seems most just;
|
1380
|
-
Perverse it shall be where it shows most toward,
|
1381
|
-
Put fear to valour, courage to the coward.
|
1382
|
-
|
1383
|
-
'It shall be cause of war and dire events,
|
1384
|
-
And set dissension 'twixt the son and sire;
|
1385
|
-
Subject and servile to all discontents,
|
1386
|
-
As dry combustious matter is to fire:
|
1387
|
-
Sith in his prime Death doth my love destroy,
|
1388
|
-
They that love best their loves shall not enjoy.'
|
1389
|
-
|
1390
|
-
By this, the boy that by her side lay kill'd
|
1391
|
-
Was melted like a vapour from her sight,
|
1392
|
-
And in his blood that on the ground lay spill'd,
|
1393
|
-
A purple flower sprung up, chequer'd with white,
|
1394
|
-
Resembling well his pale cheeks and the blood
|
1395
|
-
Which in round drops upon their whiteness stood.
|
1396
|
-
|
1397
|
-
She bows her head, the new-sprung flower to smell,
|
1398
|
-
Comparing it to her Adonis' breath,
|
1399
|
-
And says, within her bosom it shall dwell,
|
1400
|
-
Since he himself is reft from her by death:
|
1401
|
-
She crops the stalk, and in the breach appears
|
1402
|
-
Green dropping sap, which she compares to tears.
|
1403
|
-
|
1404
|
-
'Poor flower,' quoth she, 'this was thy fathers guise--
|
1405
|
-
Sweet issue of a more sweet-smelling sire--
|
1406
|
-
For every little grief to wet his eyes:
|
1407
|
-
To grow unto himself was his desire,
|
1408
|
-
And so 'tis thine; but know, it is as good
|
1409
|
-
To wither in my breast as in his blood.
|
1410
|
-
|
1411
|
-
'Here was thy father's bed, here in my breast;
|
1412
|
-
Thou art the next of blood, and 'tis thy right:
|
1413
|
-
Lo, in this hollow cradle take thy rest,
|
1414
|
-
My throbbing heart shall rock thee day and night:
|
1415
|
-
There shall not be one minute in an hour
|
1416
|
-
Wherein I will not kiss my sweet love's flower.'
|
1417
|
-
|
1418
|
-
Thus weary of the world, away she hies,
|
1419
|
-
And yokes her silver doves; by whose swift aid
|
1420
|
-
Their mistress mounted through the empty skies
|
1421
|
-
In her light chariot quickly is convey'd;
|
1422
|
-
Holding their course to Paphos, where their queen
|
1423
|
-
Means to immure herself and not be seen.
|