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THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM.
Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye,
If by mc broke, what fool is not so wise
To lose an oath to win a paradise?'
1 The foregoing Sonnet appears, with some variations, in Love'a Labor 's Lost, the first edition of which was printed in 1598. We give the lines in which the variations occur: —
"'Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument."
Then thou fair sun, which on my earth dost shine,
ExhaVsl this vapor vow; in thee it is."
The text of the play is evidently superior to that in The Passionate Pilgrim.
Sweet Cytherca, sitting by a brook,
With young Adonis, lovely, fresh, and green,
Did court the lad with many a lovely look,
Such looks as none could look but beauty's queen.
She told him stories to delight his ear;
She showed him favors to allure his eye;
To win his heart, she touched him here and there:
Touches so soft still conquer chastity.
But whether unripe years did want conceit,
Or he refused to take her figured proffer,
The tender uibbler would not touch the bait,
But smile and jest at every gentle offer:
Then fell she on her back, fair queen, and toward;
He rose and ran away; ah, fool, too froward!
If love make me forsworn, how shall I swear to love?
O, never faith could hold, if not to beauty vowed:
Though to myself forsworn, to thee I'll constant prove;
Those thoughts, to me like oaks, to thee like osiers bowed.
Study his bias leaves, and makes his book thine eyes,
Where all those pleasures live that art can comprehend.
If knowledge be the mark, to know thee shall suffice;
Well learned is that tongue that well can thee commend;
AH ignorant that soul that sees thee without wonder;
Which is to me some praise, that I thy parts admire:
Thine Lvc Jove's lightning seems, thy voice his dreadful thunder.
Which (not to anger bent) is music and sweet fire.
Celestial as thou art, O, do not love that wrong, To sing the heavens' praise with such an earthly tongue.1
Scarce had the sun dried up the dewy morn,
And scarce the herd gone to the hedge for shade,
When Cythcrea, all in love forlorn,
A longing tarriance for Adonis made,
Under an osier growing by a brook,
A brook where Adon used to cool his spleen.
Hot was the day, she hotter that did look
For his approach, that often there had been.
Anon he comes, and throws his mantle by,
And stood stark naked on the brook's green brim:
The sun looked on the world with glorious eye,
Yet not so wistly as this queen on him:
He, spying her, bounced in, whereas he stood;
O Jove, quoth she, why was not I a flood?
Fair is my love, but not so fair as fickle;
Mild as a dove, but neither true nor trusty:
Brighter than glass, and yet, as glass is, brittle;
Softer than wax, and yet, as iron, rusty:
1 This Sonnet also occurs in Love's Labor's Lost, in which copy there are variations in several lines. In the second wo read, "Ah, never faith ;" in the third, "faithful prove ;" in the fourth, 'were oaks ;" in the sixth, " would comprehend ;" in the eleventh, 'lightning bears.'1'' The concluding lines are as follows : —
"Celestial as thou art, O pardon, love, this wrong,
Her lips to mine how often hath she joined,
She burned with love, as straw with fire flameth,
Was this a lover, or a lecher whether?
Bad in the best, though excellent in neither.
If music and sweet poetry agree,
One god is god of both, as potts feign;
One knight loves both, and both in thee remain.
Fair was the morn, when the fair queen of love,1 ********
Paler for sorrow than her milk-white dove,
For Adon's sake, a youngster proud and wild;
Her stand she takes upon a steep-up hill;
Anon Adonis comes with horn and hounds;
She, silly queen, with more than love's good will,
Forbade the boy he should not pass those grounds;
Once, quoth she, did I see a fair, sweet youth
Here in these brakes deep-wounded with a boar,
Deep in the thigh, a spectacle of ruth!
See in my thigh, quoth she, here was the sore:
Sweet rose, fair flower, untimely plucked, soon vaded,1
Plucked in the bud, and vaded in the spring!
Bright orient pearl, alack! too timely shaded!
Fair creature, killed too soon by death's sharp sting!
I weep for thee, and yet no cause I have;
0 yes, dear friend, I pardon crave of thee;
1 The second line is lost.
s Vaded, faded. This form of the word often occurs in Shakijrearc, and has been too frequently changed in reprints. Vol. Viii. 30