« ElőzőTovább »
The Gods, when they descended, hither From heaven did always choose their way; And therefore we may boldly say,
That 'tis the way too thither.
How happy here should I, And one dear She, live, and embracing die ! She, who is all the world, and can exclude
In deserts solitude,
I should have then this only fearLest men, when they my pleasures see, Should hither throng to live like me,
And so make a city here.
MY DIET. Now, by my Love, the greatest oath that is,
None loves you half so well as I:
I do not ask your love for this ; But for Heaven's sake believe me, or I die.
No servant e'er but did deserve His master should believe that he does serve; And I'll ask no more wages, though I starve. 'Tis no luxurious diet this, and sure
I shall not by 't too lusty prove;
Yet shall it willingly endure,
Being your prisoner and your slave,
One tear will keep me twenty, at least;
Fifty, a gentle look will give; An hundred years on one kind word I'll feast;
A thousand more will added be, If you an inclination have for me ; And all beyond is vast eternity!
Thou robb’st my days of business and delights,
Of sleep thou robb'st my nights;
And I, with wild idolatry,
Like an ill conscience, torture us?
And still thy shape does me pursue,
But thy name all the letters make;
For I, as Midas did of old,
Attempt in vain from thee to fly?
For making thee my deity,
gave thee then ubiquity.
The divine presence there too is,
"Tis well, 'tis well with them, say I, Whose short-lived passions with themselves can
For none can be unhappy, who, [die;
'Midst all his ills, a time does know (Though ne'er so long) when he shall not be so.
Whatever parts of me remain,
For 'twas not only in my heart,
But, like a God, by powerful art
My affection no more perish can
Hereafter, if one dust of me
Mix'd with another's substance be, "Twill leaven that whole lump with love of thee.
Let Nature, if she please, disperse My atoms over all the universe;
At the last they easily shall
Themselves know, and together call;
LOVE AND LIFE.
Now, sure, within this twelvemonth past, I’ave loved at least some twenty years or more :
The' account of Love runs much more fast
Than that with which our life does score : So, though my life be short, yet I may prove
I The great Methusalem of Love.
Not that Love's hours or minutes are Shorter than those our being's measured by ;
But they're more close compacted far,
And so in lesser room do lie :
Things solid take up little place.
Yet Love, alas ! and Life, in me,
At once how can there in it be
A double, different motion ? O yes, there may;
for so the self-same sun At once does slow and swiftly run:
Swiftly his daily journey he goes,
And does three hundred rounds enclose
Within one yearly circle's space; At once, with double course in the same sphere,
He runs the day, and walks the year.
When Soul does to myself refer, "Tis then my life, and does but slowly move;
But when it does relate to her,
It swiftly flies, and then is Love. Love's
course, divided right "Twixt hope and fear-my day and night.
Take heed, take heed, thou lovely maid,
Nor be by glittering ills betray'd ; Thyself for money! oh, let no man know
The price of beauty fallen so low !
What dangers ought'st thou not to dread, When Love, that's blind, is by blind Fortune led?
The foolish Indian, that sells
His precious gold for beads and bells, Does a more wise and gainful traffic hold
Than thou, who sell'st thyself for gold.
What gains in such a bargain are? He'll in thy mines dig better treasures far.
Can gold, alas! with thee compare ?
The sun, that makes it, 's not so fair ; The sun, which can nor make nor ever see
A thing so beautiful as thee,
In all the journeys he does pass, Though the sea served him for a looking-glass.
Bold was the wretch that cheapen’d thee;
Since Magus, none so bold as be: Thou’rt so divine a thing, that thee to buy
Is to be counted simony;
Too dear he'll find his sordid price Has forfeited that and the Benefice.
If it be lawful thee to buy,
There's none can pay that rate but I; Nothing on earth a fitting price can be,
But what on earth's most like to thee;
And that my heart does only bear; For there thyself, thy very self is there.