THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM.1 I. WHEN my love swears that she is made of truth That she might think me some untutor'd youth 1 It was printed with this title-page: "The Passionate Pilgrime By W. Shakespeare. At London Printed for W. Iaggard, and are to be sold by W. Leake, at the Greyhound in Paules Churchyard. 1599," 16m0. There was also an edition of it in 1612, the title-page of which runs thus:-"The Passionate Pilgrime. Or Certaine Amorous Sonnets, betweene Venus and Adonis, newly corrected and augmented. By W. Shakespere. The third Edition. Where-vnto is newly added two Loue-Epistles, the first from Paris to Hellen, and Hellen's answere backe againe to Paris. Printed by W. Iaggard. 1612." These "love-epistles" were translations from Ovid by Thomas Heywood. 2 When my love swears-] This sonnet is substantially the same as sonnet cxxxviii in the 4to. published by Thorpe in 1609. 3 II. Two loves I have, of comfort and despair, For being both to me, both to each friend, I guess one angel in another's hell. The truth I shall not know, but live in doubt, Till my bad angel fire my good one out. III. Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye,1 Persuade my heart to this false perjury? Vows for thee broke deserve not punishment. A woman I forswore; but I will prove, Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee: My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love; Thy grace being gain'd cures all disgrace in me. • Two loves I have-] This sonnet is also included in the collection of 1609 (Sonnet cxliv), but with some verbal variations. • Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye,] This sonnet, with slight variations, is found in Love's Labour's Lost, act iv, sc. 3, p. 55. My vow was breath, and breath a vapour is : If broken, then it is no fault of mine. If by me broke, what fool is not so wise IV. Sweet Cytherea, sitting by a brook, With young Adonis, lovely, fresh and green, Such looks as none could look but beauty's queen. She told him stories to delight his ear; She show'd him favours to allure his eye; To win his heart she touch'd him here and there : But whether unripe years did want conceit, Or he refus'd to take her figur'd proffer,5 The tender nibbler would not touch the bait, But smile and jest at every gentle offer: Then, fell she on her back, fair queen and toward : -her FIGUR'D proffer,] We may suspect, notwithstanding the concurrence of the two ancient editions in our text, that the true reading was "sugar'd proffer", the long s having been, as in some other places, mistaken for the letter f. Shakespeare often uses "sugared" for sweet; and he has "sugared words" twice over in Henry VI, Pt. I, act iii, sc. 3, p. 61. V. If love make me forsworn, how shall I swear to love? Which (not to anger bent) is music and sweet fire. Celestial as thou art, O! do not love that wrong, To sing the heavens' praise with such an earthly tongue. VI. Scarce had the sun dried up the dewy morn, And scarce the herd gone to the hedge for shade, A longing tarriance for Adonis made A brook where Adon us'd to cool his spleen: • If love make me forsworn,] This poem is read by Sir Nathaniel in Love's Labour's Lost, act iv, sc. 2, p. 50. |