Receiving nought by elements so slow XLV. The other two, slight air and purging fire, My life being made of four, with two alone Sinks down to death, oppress'd with melancholy; Until life's composition be recured By those swift messengers return'd from thee, XLVI. Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war, A quest2 of thoughts, all tenants to the heart; And by their verdict is determinèd The clear eye's moiety,3 and the dear heart's part: 6 ''Cide:' decide.-2 Quest:' inquest, jury.—3 'Moiety:' portion. As thus; mine eyo's due is thine outward part, XLVII. Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took, Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother, And in his thoughts of love doth share a part : So, either by thy picture or my love, Thyself away art present still with me; For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move, XLVIII. How careful was I when I took my way, Each trifle under truest bars to thrust, That, to my use, it might unused stay From hands of falsehood, in sure wards of trust! But thou, to whom my jewels trifles are, Most worthy comfort, now my greatest grief, Thee have I not lock'd up in any chest, Save where thou art not, though I feel thou art, Within the gentle closure of my breast, From whence at pleasure thou may'st come and part; And even thence thou wilt be stolen, I fear, For truth proves thievish for a prize so dear. XLIX. Against that time, if ever that time come, Call'd to that audit by advised respects; To guard the lawful reasons on thy part: L. How heavy do I journey on the way, When what I seek-my weary travel's endDoth teach that ease and that repose to say, Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend!' The beast that bears me, tirèd with my woe, Plods dully on, to bear that weight in me, As if by some instinct the wretch did know His rider loved not speed, being made from thee: The bloody spur cannot provoke him on That sometimes anger thrusts into his hide, Which heavily he answers with a groan, More sharp to me than spurring to his side; For that same groan doth put this in my mind, My grief lies onward, and my joy behind. LI. Thus can my love excuse the slow offence Oh, what excuse will my poor beast then find, But love, for love, thus shall excuse my jade; LII. So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts 1 so solemn and so rare, Since seldom coming, in the long year set, So is the time that keeps you, as my chest, 1 Feasts' festivals.-2 Captain:' chief. Carcanet :' necklace. LIII. What is your substance, whereof are you made, you; On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set, And you in Grecian tires are painted new: And you in every blessed shape we know. LIV. Oh how much more doth beauty beauteous seem, For that sweet odour which doth in it live. When summer's breath their masked buds discloses : But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd, and unrespected fade; Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made: And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall fade, by verse distils your truth. 1 'Counterfeit :' portrait.-2 Foizon:' plenty; hence the foizon of the year is autumn.- Canker-blooms: ' the blossoms of the canker, or dog-rose. |