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I might as yet have been a spreading flower, |
Fresh to myself, if I had self-applied |
Love to myself, and to no love beside. |
'But woe is me! too early I attended |
A youthful suit- it was to gain my grace- |
O, one by nature's outwards so commended |
That maidens' eyes stuck over all his face. |
Love lacked a dwelling and made him her place; |
And when in his fair parts she did abide, |
She was new lodged and newly deified. |
'His browny locks did hang in crooked curls; |
And every light occasion of the wind |
Upon his lips their silken parcels hurls. |
What's sweet to do, to do will aptly find: |
Each eye that saw him did enchant the mind; |
For on his visage was in little drawn |
What largeness thinks in Paradise was sawn. |
'Small show of man was yet upon his chin; |
His phoenix down began but to appear, |
Like unshorn velvet, on that termless skin, |
Whose bare out-bragged the web it seemed to wear: |
Yet showed his visage by that cost more dear; |
And nice affections wavering stood in doubt |
If best were as it was, or best without. |
'His qualities were beauteous as his form, |
For maiden-tongued he was, and thereof free; |
Yet if men moved him, was he such a storm |
As oft 'twixt May and April is to see, |
When winds breathe sweet, unruly though they be. |
His rudeness so with his authorized youth |
Did livery falseness in a pride of truth. |
'Well could he ride, and often men would say, |
"That horse his mettle from his rider takes: |
Proud of subjection, noble by the sway, |
What rounds, what bounds, what course, what stop he makes!" |
And controversy hence a question takes |
Whether the horse by him became his deed, |
Or he his manage by th' well-doing steed. |
'But quickly on this side the verdict went: |
His real habitude gave life and grace |
To appertainings and to ornament, |
Accomplished in himself, not in his case, |
All aids, themselves made fairer by their place, |
Came for additions; yet their purposed trim |
Pierced not his grace, but were all graced by him. |
'So on the tip of his subduing tongue |
All kind of arguments and question deep, |
All replication prompt, and reason strong, |
For his advantage still did wake and sleep. |
To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep, |
He had the dialect and different skill, |
Catching all passions in his craft of will, |
'That he did in the general bosom reign |
Of young, of old, and sexes both enchanted, |
To dwell with him in thoughts, or to remain |
In personal duty, following where he haunted. |
Consents bewitched, ere he desire, have granted, |
And dialogued for him what he would say, |
Asked their own wills, and made their wills obey. |
'Many there were that did his picture get, |
To serve their eyes, and in it put their mind; |
Like fools that in th' imagination set |
The goodly objects which abroad they find |
Of lands and mansions, theirs in thought assigned; |
And labouring in moe pleasures to bestow them |
Than the true gouty landlord which doth owe them. |
'So many have, that never touched his hand, |
Sweetly supposed them mistress of his heart. |
My woeful self, that did in freedom stand, |
And was my own fee-simple, not in part, |
What with his art in youth, and youth in art, |
Threw my affections in his charmed power |
Reserved the stalk and gave him all my flower. |
'Yet did I not, as some my equals did, |
Demand of him, nor being desired yielded; |
Finding myself in honour so forbid, |
With safest distance I mine honour shielded. |
Experience for me many bulwarks builded |
Of proofs new-bleeding, which remained the foil |
Of this false jewel, and his amorous spoil. |
'But ah, who ever shunned by precedent |
The destined ill she must herself assay? |
Or forced examples, 'gainst her own content, |
To put the by-past perils in her way? |
Counsel may stop awhile what will not stay; |
For when we rage, advice is often seen |
By blunting us to make our wills more keen. |
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