ASTROPHIL AND STELLA they in phrases fine, lowers their thoughts of gold: ir glory Ennobling new-found tropes with problems old (Or with strange similes enrich each line, (Of herbs or beasts, which Ind or Afric hold.* For me, in sooth, no muse but one I know; Phrases and problems ftom my reach do grow, ge things cost too dear for my poor sprites, wv then? Even thus: in Stell’s face I read ‘What love and beauty bes then all my deed ying is, what in her nature writs 4 now let me take some rest: bate between my will and wit. 1 swear, my heart such one shall show to thee so true a deity, "That, virtue, thou thy self shalt be in love. Ieis most tu, that eyes ae formed to seve “The inward light and thatthe heavenly part rom whose rules who do swerve, Rebels to Nature, tive for their own smart Teis most tru, what we call Cupid’ dar, An image is, which for ourselves we carves And, fools, adore in temple of our heart, at good god make Church and churchmen starve. True, that true beauty virtue is indeed, ‘Whereo this beauty can be but a shade, -TROPHIL AND STELLA as 1 ea Which elements with mortal mixture breed; ‘True, that on earth we are but ‘And should in soul up to our country” move; “True; and yet true, that I must . Some lovers speak, when they their mases entertain, Same fog y fear, of Wot HOt what dese, Cf ome of heavenly beams, infusing helish pan, Of fving deaths, de ir storms and fecezing fires? ‘some one his song in Jove, and J poner ih ball and sean, iodered with glen rene, El to shepherd's pipe retires, ae fall oft in rural vein® 1 syle afore When nature made her chief work, Stell’s eyes, In colour black why wrapped she beams so bright? Would she in beamy black, Frame daintiest lustre, mix ‘of shades and (Or did she else that sober hue devise ‘They, sun-like, should more dazzle than del Or would she her miraculous power show, i, whereas black seems even in black doth make all beauties ‘Both so, and thus: she minding love should be iced ever there, gave him this mourning weed 'o honour all their deaths, who for her bleed, 8 Love, born in Greece, of late fled from his native place, Forced by a tedious proof, that Turkish hardened heartioe cos one oA Is no fit mark to pierce with his fine pointed day And pleased with our sft peace, stayed here hi nn But finding these North climes too coldly hia emf Not used to frozen clips, he strve to find some par? Where with most ease and warmth he might emp At length he perched himself in Stella's joyful face" Whose fair ski, beamy eyes, : Deceived the quaking boy, who Effects of lively heat must needs in nature grow, te Bt she, most fait, most cold, made him thence take his To my close heart, where, while some fircbrands he nes" He burnt unwares his wings, and cannot fy aay, 9 Queen Virtue’s court, which some call Stell’ face Prepared by Nature's chiefest furniture, ath his front built of alablaster pure: Gold isthe covering of that stately place “The door, by which sometimes comes forth her grace Red porphyr i, which lock of pearl makes sure; Whose porches rich (which name of ‘cheeks’ endure) Marble, mixed red and white, do interlace “The windows now through which tis heavenly guest Looks o'er the world, and ean find nothing such Which dare claim from those lights the name of best Of touch they are that without touch doth touch, Which Cupid's self from Beauty's mine did draw: Of touch they are, and poor I am their straw.® Reason, in faith thou art well served, that sill Would’st brabbling® be with sense and love in me. rather wished thee climb the muses’ hil (Or reach the fruit of nature’s choicest (Or seck heaven's course, or heaven’s inside, to see. Why should’st thou toil our thorny soil to tl Leave sense, and those which sense’s objects Deal thou with powers of thoughts, leave love to will, But thou would’st needs fight both with love and sense, With sword of wit giving wounds of dispraise, e ‘Till downright blows did foil thy cunning fence: ASTROPHIL AND STELLA For soon as they strake thee with Stll’s rays, Reason, thou knecled’st, and offered’ straight to prove By reason good, good reason her to love. In uth, © Love, wih what boyish kind Thou dost proced in thy most serous ways ‘That when the heaven to thee his best dns Yet of that best thou least the best behind, Fork cil, that some fir book doth nd, With gilded leaves or coloured velum pay, on some fie picture sis, fruit of writer’s mind: e st babies in her eyes, 10 In her cheek’s pit thou did’st thy pit-fold” set, ‘And in her bre eep oF couching lies, Playing and shining in each But, fool, seek’st not to get Cupid, because thou shin’st “That from her locks, thy day-nets," none "seapes free, ‘That those lips swel,so ful of thee they be, ‘That her sweet breath makes oft thy flames to rise, ‘That in her breast thy pap well sugared lies, hat her grace gracious makes thy wrongs, that she, What words so e’er she speaks, persuades for thee, ‘That her clear is thy fame to the skies; ‘Thou countest Stella thine, like those whose powers, Having got up 2 breach? by fighting wel, Cry, ‘Victor, this fair day all is ours!” © no, her heart is such a citad So fortified with wit, stored ‘That to win 13 Phoebus was judge between Jove, Mars, and Love, OF those three gods, whose arms the fairest were Jove’s golden shield did eagle sables® bea,ach had his erest: Mars ca n his he fist, thon mathe wee restless did make their souls T thought those babes of some pin's hurt di judging what love's gentlemen, 4 have a pn enough, my en, whose breast a fetee pe Than did on him who fst sale dy ‘While Love on me doth 7 But with your rhubarb” e's pain might be In ber sight 1 lesson new have spelled; now have learned love right, and learned even so {As who by being poisoned doth poison know. 4 His mother dear Cupid offended late, Because that Mars, grown slacker in her love, 0 With pricking shot he did not throughly move, To keep the pace of their first loving state. The boy refused, for fear of Mars’s hate, Who threatened stripes if he his wrat But she in chafe him from 5 Brake bow, brake shaft ich doth the manners ith truth in w ing sate: ‘Tl ta ho rand, Nature, ping by that do search for eer psig sping Seas brows made his two beter bor, h from the sof ok Parnes fs, Sad inher fie : And every fomer, not swet perhaps, wich rows Dt fa fy te pa, 0 bre ews, UF poesy wring,” od bring Fal e wags new gol hrewd? turns; and I was in his way. And straight therewi that do dictiona 18 wp checks I in myself am shent® When into reason’s audit I d FE And by just counts myself a bankrupt know Of all those goods, which heaven to me hath lent,show, esi spe ledge bring fo hose passions to defend" 9s, Feward spol it with vain anno my course to lese mysell doth beng see, and yet no greater soraw ta Than that Tose no more for Y ssi h’s name; my words, as them my pen do sees that they ae vay oe though she pas all things, yet what is all ‘That unto me, who fare like him that both Looks to the skies, and in a ditch doth fall?? < O let me prop my mind, yet in his growth, And not in nature for Sunt “Schola therward your wit? 20 Fly, fly, my friends, 1 have my death wound, fy See there that boy, that murth'ring boy I say, Who like a thief hid in dark bush doth lc, Till bloody bullet get him wrongful prey. So tyrant he no fitter place could spy, o fair level” in so secret stay black” which veils the heavm'ly eye; ‘There himself with his shot he close doth lay. Poor passenger, pass now thereby 1 ‘And stayed, pleased with the prosp astRo’ AND STELLA ‘And then descried the glist'ring of his dar: But ere I could fly thence, it pierced my heart Your words, my friend, right healthful caustics, blame ‘My young mind marred, wi doth windlass” so ‘That mine own writings like bad servants show, ick in vain thoughts, in virtue lame; read for nought, but if he tame Nobler desires, lest else that friendly foc, Great expectation, wear a train of shame. For since mad March great promise made of me,? If now the May of my years much decline, 10 ‘What can be hoped my harvest time will be? ‘Sure you say well; your wisdom's golden mine Dig deep with learning’s spade; now tell me this, Hath this world aught so fair as Stella is? In highest way of heaven the sun di ride, Progressing then from fair twins’ golden place,? Having no scarf of clouds before his face, But shining forth of heat in his chief pride, Stella alone with face unarmed marched, Either to do like him, which open shone, 10 Or careless of the wealth because her own. Yet were the hid and meaner beauties parched, Her daintiest bare went free. The cause was this: ‘The sun, which others burned, did her but kiss. 3 ‘The curious wits, seeing dull pensiveness Bewray itself in my long settled eyes, ‘Whence these same fumes of melancholy rise With idle pains, and missing aim, do guess,168 ASTROPHIL AND STELLA ige beings fo etend xe myself doth bend: 1 sce, and yet no greater sorrow take Than that I lose no more for Stella’s sake 9 On Cupid’s bow how are my hear-stri "That sce my wrack, and yet embrace the soe then I feel most shame: r tha Shp hn per tsa mo a; who fr ie hes fa Tok ete ey dn ch dah him wrongful prey. oe imself with his shot he close doth lay. ee arte ASTROPHIL AND STELLA ‘And then descried the gist But ere I could fly thence, right healthful caustics,” blame swords, ny fren barr tebe ing mind marred, whom love doth windlass® so tings like bad servants show, virtue lame; Nobler desires, Great expectation, wear Por since mat Ir now the May of my years much dec Whar can be hoped my harvest time Sune you say well; your wisdom’s golden mine Dig deep wit ' spade; now tell me this, Hath this world aught so fair as Stella is? ‘train of shame. id March great promise made of me, 2 In highest way of heaven the sun did ride, Progressing then from fair twins’ golden place,” fing no scarf of clouds before his face, ‘But shining forth of heat in his chief pride, When some fair ladies, by hard promise tied,” ‘On horseback met him in his furious race; Yer each prepared, with fan's well-shielding grace, From that foe's wounds Ul Stell alone with face una her to do like him, which open shone, 0 reless of the wealth beeause her own. Yet were the hid and meaner beauties parched, ‘Her daintiest hare went free. The cause was this: “The sun, which others burned, did her but kis. 33 ‘The curious wits, seeing dull pensiveness Bewray itself in my long settled eyes, Whence these same fumes of melancholy rise With idle pains, and missing aim, do guess.164 ASTROPHIL AND STELLA beg no subject to use jide philosophy. ‘Breathe out the lames which burn within my hear, Love only reading unto me this art Ready ‘camps of needful things: So Stella's ear Cag vit pave re ag lf in life and liberty, i grant, that in the frontiers he ip his other conquerings. And thus her heart escapes; but thus her eyes ‘Serve him with shot, her lips his heralds are, 3 fer breasts his tents, legs his triumphal car, er flesh his food, her skin his armour brave; And I, but for because my prospect lies Upon that coast, am giv'n up for a slave. 30 Wether te Turkish ew moon minded be js horns this year on Christian coast; Pole’s right king means, without leave of host, ASTRO! LAND STELLA 165 3 With how sad steps, O moon, thou climb’st the skies; How silently, and with how wan a face. What, may it be that even in heav'ly place "That busy archer his sharp arrows tries? “To me, that feel “Then even of fellowship, O moon, tell me, Is constant love deemed there but want of w Are beauties there as proud as here they be? Do they abore love to be loved, and yet “Those lovers scorn whom that love doth possess? Do they call virtue there ungratfulness?” 2 A prophet oft, and oft an A poet eke, as humours fly or cree Since thou in me so sure a power dost keep. ‘That never I with closed-up sense da lie Bur by thy work my Stella I descry ‘Teaching blind eyes both how t ‘Vouchsate of I ‘Whence hast thou ivory, rubies, pearl and ‘To show her sk th and head so w “Fool,” answers he; ‘no Ind’s such treasures hold, But from thy heart, while my sire charmeth thee, ‘Sweet Stella's image I do steal to me.” 33 inhappy word), O me, I might, would not, or could not ‘ow, wrapped wl how heavenly day, wr No force, no fraud, robbed thee of thyyo wt, Be a ro. Nici hom he Beh of I ‘wet hoe 1 toe am eee ‘rt rk on aM hy ey be tse meh eh aN, Yer mn orn to wre ek ‘wove hen ho bao od Vhona ms ra Ue hw ‘x daren ty eng Set ea, fo wm hy poet hath woh, ust nae fhe Fae, Neg ut gear, webs se, 0 HO, seesaw bs the aoe ot that yuma sre ht og oy race Bath om,168 ugh by |, seeing beter sights Called it anew, and we But him, her os hat ook sleep aga ee both sides hho did excel in this, 10 nlomarure me a man of arms did make.” himfar they shoot awry! The «Ue Cau it, josked on, and from her heavenly face Sent forth the beams, which made so fair my race e Overs, which do the spheres of beauty move wares be, Ws. oe make Tove conquer, conquer lOve Te Schools where WS eyes mete bu on ned ea Do not, O dom Petal my zen, ever shine on me. hugh {newer see them, But staight wa atest atewth bogished ess - Weston me, O ces dart down your ys, rom mast) of eared ight, ‘Opprsning moral seme, my death proceed triumphs be, which love (high set) doth breed.” looks most glorious prove, cruelty; choice sport, and ©:ler heart (swe: of no tiger’s kind: ‘And yet she heats, yet Ino pity find, “That nobleness itself makes thus unkind?” T mich do guess, yet find no truth save this “That when the breath of my complaints doth touch yg “Those dainty doors unto the court of bis, “The heavenly nature of that place is such “That once come there, the sobs of mine annoys [Are metamorphosed straight to tunes of joys 45 Stella oft sees the very face of woe rainted in my beclouded stormy face; But cannot skill” to pty my disgrace, [Not though thereof the cause herself she know; Yet hearing late a fable, which did show ‘Of lovers never known a grievous case, jereof gat in her breast such place tears’ springs did flow. f fancy drawn by imaged things, ‘Though false, yet with free scope more grace doth breed 16 ‘wrack, where new doubts honours brings; lear, that you in me do read ASTROPHIL AND STELLA I cursed thee oft; I pity now thy case, oy, since she that thee and me a beck, so tyrannizeth th. st want oF food, or dwell ¢ t0 feed of further grace las poor wag, that now a scholar art “To such a school-mistress, whose lessons new adh ‘Thou needs must miss, and so thou needs must smart. Yet dear, let me this pardon get of you, ‘So long (though he from book mich to desire) ‘Till without fuel you can make hot fire. ” What, have I thus betrayed my liberty? ‘Can those black beams such burning marks” engrave Tn my fice side? or am I born a slave, Whose neck becomes such yoke of tyranny? Or want I sense to feel my misery? sdain of such disdain to have, 1 faith, though daily help I crave, May get no alms, but scom of beggary? Virtue, awake: beauty but beauty is; Leave following is gain to miss. Let her go. Soft, but here she comes. ‘Unkind, Hove you not—: O me, Doth make my heart give to my tongue the lie 48 Sou!’ joy, bend not those morning stars from me, Where virtue is made strong by beauty’s mi Where love is chasteness, pain doth learn del And humbleness grows one with majesty ‘Whatever may ensue, O let me be ‘Co-partner of the riches ofthat sight;2 AstRoPH! | rine eyes be hell-driven from that li shine, O let me die, and see. igh 1 oft my self of them bemoan, | ‘That through my heart their beamy darts be gone, Whose cureless wounds even now most freshly bleed; my death-wound is already got, while by strange work I prove A horseman to my horse, a horse to love; And now man’s wrongs in me, poor beast, descry, my rider ‘My horse, he spurs with sharp des ie fast, however I do st And now hath made me to his hand so right ‘Thar in the manage” myself takes delight. 50" Stella, the fallness of my thoughts of thee ‘Cannot be stayed within my panting breast, But they do swell and struggle forth of me, ‘Til tha in words thy figure be expressed. soon as they so formed be, ‘my lord love's own behest, their weak proportion see, ‘To portrait’ that which in this world is best So that I cannot choose but write my mind, And cannot choose but put out what I write, so While those poor babes® their death in birth do fin: [And now my pen these lines had dashed quite, But that they stopped his fury Because their forefront bare sw AND STELLA se Pardon, mine ears, both I and they do ‘So may your tongue sill ent proce “To them that do such enterainment need, ‘So may you still have somewhat new to say ‘On silly’ me do not the burden lay (Of ll the grave conceits your brain dath bre But find some Hercules to bear, in ma = (Of Adas tired, your wisdom’s heavenly sway. For me, while you discourse of courtly ties, ‘Of cunning’st fishers in most troubled strear (Of straying ways, when valiant error guides, Meanwhile my heart confers with Stella's beams, ‘And is even irked that so sweet comedy By such unsuited speech should hindered be. "3 sa [A strife is grown between virtue and love, ‘each pretends that Stella must be his, x eyes, her is, Since they do wear his badge, most firmly prove, ‘But virtue thus that ttle doth disprove: ‘Tat Stella (O dear name) that Stella is ‘That vitwous soul, sure heir of heavenly bls, Not this fair outside, which our heart doth move; And therefore, though her beauty and her grace Be love's indeed, in Stella's self he may By no pretence claim any manner place. Well, lve, since this demur our suit doth stay, Let virtue have that Stela’s self; yet thus, ‘That virtue but that body grant to us. 33 In martial sports I had my cunning tried, ‘And yet to break more staves® did me address, While with the people's shouts, { must confess, ck and praise even filled my veins with pride; , having me, his slave, deseried In Mars's livery, prancing in the press: “What now, sir foo,” said he; ‘I would no less,4 ASTROPHIL AND STELLA Who b My heart then th'other to fight; Nor trumper's sound’ I heard, nor friendly cries; ‘That his right badge is but worn in the be ‘Dumb swans, not chattering pies, do lovers prove;? ‘They love indeed, who quake to say they love. 55 Muses, [oft invoked your holy aid, west lowers my speech to engarland so despised in true but naked show, some grace in your sweet skill arrayed; whole troops of saddest words I stayed, Striving abroad a-foraging to 0, Until by your inspiring I might Lnow How their black banner might be best displayed” But now I mean no more your help to wy, Nor other sugaring of my speech to prove, 0 But on her name incessantly to ery me but name her, whom I do love, eet sounds straight mine ear and heart do hit That I well find no eloquence like it | | 1 | ASTROPHIL AND STELLA "15 ; your lesson is it without book: ‘one piece of look,” our large precepts miss? it read those letters fair of bliss, Fic, school of patience, far to0 long to lea [And then with patience bid me bear my fre. 7 ‘Woe, having made with many fights his own Each sense of mine, each gift, each power of mind, Grown now his slaves, he forced them out to find “The thorough’st words, ft for woe's self to groan, Hoping that when they might find Stella alone, Before she could prepare to be unkind, Her soul, armed but with such a dainty rind, ‘Should soon be pierced with sharpness of the moan, She heard my plaints, and did not only hear, But them (so sweet she is) most sweetly sing, 10 With that fair breast making woe’s darkness clear.” Appretty case! I hoped her to bring To feel my griefs, and she with face and voice So sweets my pains, that my pains me rejoice 8 Doubt there hath been, when with his golden chain ‘The orator so far men’s hearts doth bind pace else their guided steps can findASTROPHIL AND STELLA Which wooed woe, Even those sad words even in sad me did breed. 0 Dear, why make you more of dog than me? ever thence would move; ta dog can be. ‘This sour-breathed mate taste of those sugared lips, Alas, if you grant only such delight ‘To witless things, then love, I hope (since wit But when the rugge‘ kes me fall from ‘words, wherein the muses? treasures be, ‘Shows love and pity to my absent case. Now 1, wit-beaten long by hardest fate, So dull am, that I cannot look into ‘The ground of ths fierce ‘Then some good body ‘Whose presence absence, absence presen Blessed in my curse, and cursed in my bli ASTROPHIL AND STELLA 6 with true sighs, oft with uncalled tears, Of nit slow words, now with dnb agus, 7 selfness” he forbears; Thence his desires he learns, his life's yw since her chaste mind hates this Shall quickly me from what she © doctor Cupid, thou for me reply fa Late tired with woe, even ready for to pine With rage of love, She in whose eyes love, though unflt Sweet said that I true love in her shou 1 joyed, ‘That love she did, but loved a love not blind,” Which would not let me, whom she loved, decline From nobler course, fit for my birth and mind: And therefore, by her love's authority, Wiled me these tempest of van love toy, 0 3¢ myself on virtue’s shore. led my love u ‘may love me more, 63 © grammar rules, O now your virtues show So children sill read you with awful ees, ‘As my young dove” may in your precepts wise, ‘Her grant to me, by her oven virtue, know For late, with heart most high, with eyes most low, ‘Leraved the thing, which ever she denies: She, lightning love, displaying Venus’ skies,—-— ic, No, o> now lo Pacan sing, =” iy high ramp i 's force with sweet succe onlin, 5 ‘OF grammar says (O this, dear Stella, weigh), For grammar sis (o grammar who siyesee in one speech two negatives affirm.’ First song Doubt you to wh Which now my bret orcharged, seamen, ‘To you, to you ll song of prase fe dus, Oni in you my song begins and endet Who hath the eyes which Who keeps the hey of nature's chief teseens ¥ Wu, all song of praise is due; i Onl for you the heaven forat all messre Who hath the lips, where wit in fairness Who womankind at once both decks an To you, Only by Ty state with pleasure, scimeth, staineth? nt, all song of praise is due; “ 1 Cupid his crown maintaineth, Who hath the fect, whose step all sweetness plane ‘Who cae for whom fame worty anpes ees ‘To you, to you all song of praise is duc Only to you her sceptre Venus granteth. | Who hath the breast, whose milk doth passions noutish, Whose grace is such, that when it chides doth cherish? To you, to you, all song of praise is due; Only through you the tree of life doth flourish, Who hath the hand which without stroke subdueth, ig-dead beauty with increase reneweth?” ‘To you, to you, all song of praise is due; Only at you all envy hopeless rueth Who hath the hair which loosest, fastest, eth? Who makes a man live then glad, when he dith? To you, song of praise is due; Only of you the flatterer never lieth. ASTROPHIL AND STELLA 79 oath the voice which soul rom senses sundrs? whose fe x” To 3 oe tei and ene 64 1c, my dear, no more these counsels ty? izve my passions Teave to run their race Let fortune lay on me her worst disgrace, folk o'ercharged with brain against me ery, ‘Let me no steps but of lost labour trace, Let all the earth with seorn recount my ease, L Let clouds bedim my face, break ‘Thou art my wit, and thou my virtue at. 65 Love, by sure proof I may call thee unkind, ist no better ear to my just cries; ‘Thou whom to me such my good turns should bind, T may well recount, but none can prize, when, nab’d b dn'st no harbour find In this old world, grown now so t00 too wise, being blind this thought thy tigerish courage pass, ‘That I, perhaps, am somewhat kin to the ce in the thine arms, if learn'd fame truth hath spread, ‘Thou bear’st the arrow, I the arrow head.”18 ASTROPHIL AND STELLA n in fairest book of nature know jose fair lines which tru ‘There shall he find ‘way to move, in thee most fair; beauty draws the heart to love, AAs fast thy virtue bends that love to good. Butah, desire still cries: Give me some food.” Desire, though thou my old companion art, And oft so clings to my pure love, that | One from the other scarcely can descry, While each doth blow the fie of my heart; ‘Now from thy fellowship I nceds must part; ‘aught with Dian's wings ASTROPHIL AND STELLA 183 ‘Whur’ her tongue sleeping wseth See, the hand which, waking, euardeth Sleeping, grant re et Now will L invade the fort; < Cowards lve with lose rewardeth sweet kiss—but ah, she is waking, Louring® beauty chastens me; Now will T away hence flee; Fool, more fool, for no more taking. Love sill a boy, and oft a ws Schooled only by his mot What wonder When for so soft a rod” dear play he try? And judges, tres O heavenly fooASTROPHIL AND STELLA, Ange invests with such a lovely grace That anger’ sei needs must La, , ” overdrank of Aganippe well Nov ser id in shade of Tempe nd muses scorn with vulgar Poor layman a Some do? hear of pt But (God wor) wot not what they ean And tis Uswear by blachen hoot oa Ham no ike puse of soters ow falls it then that wth so shot an ey ly thoughts I speak, and what 1 yeak on In verse, and that my verse bes stone Guess we the eause: What, Of all the kings that ever here did reign, Edward, named fourth, as frst in praise T name; Not for his fair outside, nor well lined brain, Although less gifts imp* feathers oft on fame; Nor that he could, young-wise, wise-valiant, frame His sire’s revenge, joined with a kingdom’s gain; ‘And gained by Mars, could yet mad ‘That balance weighed what sword Nor that he made the flower-de-luce so "raid, ‘Though strongly hedged of bloody lion’s paws, ‘That witty Lewis to him a tribute pai Nor this, nor that, nor any such small cause; To lose his crown, rather than 6 ‘She comes, and straight therewith her shining twins do move ‘Their rays to me, who in her tedious absence lay id woe; but now appears my day, the only warmth of love. ight and warmth, which like Aurora prove ASTROPHIL AND STELLA “xt heart cri ie, can cool; what help then in my case, Nowind, no cath Tong looks, staid fet and walling” head, rey sun go down with mecker beams to bed. wich doh eve dark Hears 2 Pa Ves weep ht she hesell dt Meads hich witout tone pth mae dea poy aan pr oe TrcAted which dsl’ the quintsenee vie hich makes wersion set eontcd inte sp here such high comforts be, 10 fh, the name of heaven it bears, ‘Makes me in my best thoughts and quiet'st judgement see ‘That in no more but these I might be fully blessed: ‘Yet ab, my maiden muse doth blush to tell the rest. 7° © how the pleasant airs of true love be Infected by those vapours which arise we From out that noisome gulf, which gaping lies Between the jaws of hellish jealousy: A monster, others’ harm, self-misery, Beauty's plague, virtue’s scourge, succour of lies; ‘Who his own joy to his own hurt applies, And only cherish doth with injury; Who, since he hath, by nature's special grace, il when they embrace; ro though on thors; eyes, ave seeking their own woe; as never good news know that such a devil wants homns?