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IN youth, before I waxèd old,
But when he saw me stung, and cry;
AS DIANE hunted on a day,
One of his shafts, she stole away;
With that, LOVE wounded my Love's heart; But DIANE, beasts with CUPID'S dart!
I SAW, in secret, to my Dame,
'Then never blush, CUPID!' quoth I,
MARK, when She smiles with amiable cheer!
A hundred Graces, as in shade to sit.
Unto the fair sunshine, in summer's day, That, when a dreadful storm away is flit,
Through the broad world doth spread his goodly ray. At sight whereof, each bird that sits on spray, And every beast that to his den was fled, Comes forth afresh out of their late dismay;
And to the light lift up their drooping head. So my storm-beaten heart likewise is cheered With that sunshine, when cloudy looks are cleared.
SWEET Smile, the Daughter of the Queen of Love,
When all the Gods he threats with thund'ring dart. Sweet is thy virtue, as thyself sweet art!
For when on me thou shinedst late, in sadness, A melting pleasance ran through every part;
And me revived with heart-[th]robbing gladness. Whilst wrapt with joy resembling heavenly madness, My soul was ravished quite, as in a trance; And feeling thence no more her sorrow's sadness, Fed on the fullness of that cheerful glance. More sweet than Nectar, or ambrosial meat, Seemed every bit, which thenceforth I did eat.
'I PRAY thee, LOVE! say, Whither is this posting?
Thy conquering arrows broken in thy quiver,
'That maketh, next, my stayless thoughts to hover;
'A stranger, one,' quoth Love, 'of good demerit,
'And, very now, upon this Maying morrow,
Where he, love torments dolefully unfolded,
'Her great disdain against her Lover proved,
Kindled my brand, that to her breast I seated; The flames, between her paps them often moved; Nor burnt! nor heated!
'My arrows keen I afterward assayed!
Which from her breast, without effect rebounded; And, as a ball, on marble floor they played; With force confounded.
'The brand that burnt old PRIAM's town to ashes;
'Thus, while I said, She toward me arrived,
And with a touch of triumph, never doubted
The veil of error from mine eyes bereaved; I saw Heaven's Hope! and Earth her Treasury! "Well mayst thou err!" said I, "I am deceived! Bent to pleasure thee.
"Cease, hapless man! my succours to importune! She only, She, my stratagems repelleth! Vainly endeavour I to tempt her fortune,
That so excelleth!
""Content thee, man! that thou didst see and suffer!
'And herewithal, I left the man adying;
WEEP you no more, sad fountains!
View not your weeping!
Sleep is a reconciling;
A rest that peace begets!