THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM. DID not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye, If broken, then it is no fault of mine. If by me broke, what fool is not so wise 1 The foregoing Sonnet appears, with some variations, in Love's 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." "Vows are but breath, and breath a vapor is; Then thou fair sun, which on my earth dost shine, The text of the play is evidently superior to that in The Passionate Pilgrim. II. Sweet Cytherea, sitting by a brook, She showed him favors to allure his eye; To win his heart, she touched him here and there: But whether unripe years did want conceit, But smile and jest at every gentle offer: Then fell she on her back, fair queen, and toward; III. 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 compre hend. If knowledge be the mark, to know thee shall suffice; Well learnéd is that tongue that well can thee com mend; All ignorant that soul that sees thee without wonder; Which is to me some praise, that I thy parts admire : Thine eye 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 IV. Scarce had the sun dried up the dewy morn, A longing tarriance for Adonis made, A brook where Adon used to cool his spleen. He, spying her, bounced in, whereas he stood; V. Fair is my love, but not so fair as fickle; 66 A lily pale, with damask die to grace her, 1 This Sonnet also occurs in Love's Labor's Lost, in which copy there are variations in several lines. In the second we read, Ah, never faith;" in the third, "faithful prove; " in the fourth, 'were oaks;" in the sixth, "would comprehend; "in the eleventh, "lightning bears." The concluding lines are as follows: "Celestial as thou art, O pardon, love, this wrong, That sings heaven's praise with such an earthly tongue." Her lips to mine how often hath she joined, Between each kiss her oaths of true love swear ing! How many tales to please me hath she coined, She burned with love, as straw with fire flameth, She bade love last, and yet she fell a turning. VI. If music and sweet poetry agree, As they must needs, the sister and the brother, One god is god of both, as poets feign ; |