But when the heart's attorney once is mute,

The client breaks, as desperate in his suit.
He sees her coming, and begins to glow,
Even as a dying coal revives with wind;
And with his bonnet hides his angry brow,
Looks on the dull earth with disturbed mind,

Taking no notice that she is so nigh,
For all askance he holds her in his eye.

O! what a sight it was wistly to view
How she came stealing to the wayward boy;
To note the fighting conflict of her hue,
How white and red each other did destroy !

But now her cheek was pale, and by and by

It flash'd forth fire, as lightning from the sky.
Now was she just before him as he sat,
And like a lowly lover down she kneels;
With one fair hand she heaveth up his hat,
Her other tender hand his fair cheeks feels;

His tender cheeks receive her soft hand's print,
As apt as new-fallen snow takes any dint.

O! what a war of looks was then between them!
Her eyes petitioners to his eyes suing,
His eyes saw her eyes, as they had not seen them,
Her eyes woo'd still, his eyes disdain'd the wooing;

And all this dumb play had his acts made plain,
With tears, which chorus-like her eyes did rain.

Full gently now she takes him by the hand,
A lily prison’d in a jail of snow,
Or ivory in an alabaster hand,
So white a friend ingirts so white a foe!

This beauteous combat, wilful and unwilling,
Shew'd like to silver doves that sit a billing:

Once more the engine of our thoughts began ;
O fairest mover on this mortal round !
Would thou wert as I am, and I a man,
My heart all whole as thine, thy heart my wound;

For one sweet look my help I would assure thee,
Tho' nothing bui my body's bane would cure thee.

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Give me my hand (saith he) why dost thou feel it?
Give me my heart (saith she) and thou shalt have it.
O! give it me lest thy hard heart do steel it?
And being steel'd, soft sighs can never grave it;

Then love's deep groans I never shall regard,
Because Adonis' heart had made mine hard.

For shame! he cries, let go and let me go,
My day's delight is past, my horse is gone,
And 'tis your fault I am bereft him so:
I pray you hence, and leave me here alone ;
For all my mind, my thought, my busy care,

Is how to get my palfrey from the mare.
Thus she replies: Thy palfrey as he should,
Welcomes the warm approach of sweet desire;
Affection is a coal that must be cool'd ;
Else suffer'd it will set the heart on fire.

The sea hath bounds, but deep desire hath none,

Therefore no marvel though thy horse be gone.
How like a jade he stood ty’d to a tree,
Servilely master'd with a leathern rein!
But when he saw his love, his youth's fair fee,
He held such petty bondage in disdain ;

Throwing the base thong from his bending crest,
Enfranchising his mouth, his back, his breast.

Who sees his true love in her naked bed,
Teaching the sheets a whiter hue than white,
But when his glutton eye so full hath fed,
His other agents aim at like delight?

Who is so faint, that dare not be so bold
To touch the fire, the weather being cold?

Let me excuse thy courser, gentle boy,
And learn of him, I heartily beseech thee,
To take advantage on presented joy ;
Tho' I were dumb, yet his proceedings teach thee ;

O ! learn to love, the lesson is but plain,

And once made perfect, never lost again.
I know not love (quoth he) nor will I know it;
Unless it be a boar, and then I chase it;

'Tis much to borrow, and I will not owe it, My love to love is love but to disgrace it;

For I have heard it is a life in death,

That laughs, and weeps, and all but in a breath..
Who wears a garment shapeless and unfinish'd?
Who plucks the bud before one leaf put forth?
If springing things be any jot diminish'd,
They wither in their prime, prove nothing worth.

The colt that's back'd and burden'd being young,

Loseth his pride, and never waxeth strong. You hurt my hand with wringing ; let us part, And leave this idle theme, this bootless chat; Remove your siege from my unyielding heart, To love's alarm it will not ope the gate.

Dismiss your vows, your feigned tears, your flatt'ry,

For where a heart is hard, they make no batt’ry. What! canst thou talk? (quoth she) hast thou a tongue? O! would thou hadst not, or I had no hearing! Thy mermaid's voice hath done me double wrong I had my load before, now press'd with bearing.

Melodious discord! heavenly tune harsh-sounding! Earth's deep sweet musick! and heart's deep sore

wounding? Had I no eyes, but ears, my ears would love That inward beauty, and invisible ; Or were I deaf, thy outward parts would move Each part of me, that were but sensible.

Tho' neither eyes nor ears to hear nor see,

Yet should I be in love by touching thee. Say that the sense of reason were bereft me, And that I could not see, nor hear, nor touch, And nothing but the very smell were left me, Yet would my love to thee be still as much;

For from the stillatory of thy face excelling,

Comes breath perfum'd that breedeth love by smelling, But, oh! what banquet wert thou to the taste, Being nurse and feeder of the other four. Would they not wish the feast should ever last, And bid suspicion double lock the door;

Lest jealousy, that sour unwelcome guest,

Should by his stealing in disturb the feast.
Once more the ruby-colour'd portal open'd,
Which to his speech did honey passage yield;
Like a red morn, that ever yet betoken'd
Wreck to the seamen, tempest to the field,

Sorrow to shepherds, woe unto the birds,
Gust and foul flaws to herdmen and to herds.

This ill presage advisedly she marketh,
Even as the wind is hush'd before it raineth,
Or as the wolf doth grin before he barketh,
Or as the berry breaks before it staineth,

Or like the deadly bullet of a gun,
His meaning struck her, ere his words begun.

And at his look she flatly falleth down,
For looks kill love, and love by looks reviveth ;
A smile recures the wounding, a frown,
But blessed bankrupt, that by love so thriveth!

The silly boy believing she is dead,

Claps her pale cheek, till clapping makes it rede
And in amaze brake off his late intent,
For sharply did he think to reprehend her,
Which cunning love did wittily prevent,
Fair fall the wit, that can so well defend her;

For on the grass she lies, as she were slain,
Till his breath breath'd life into her again.

He wrings her nose, he strikes her on the cheeks,
He bends her fingers, holds her pulses hard,
He chafes her lips, a thousand ways he seeks
To mend the hurt, that his unkindness marr'd;

He kisses her, and she, by her good will,
Would never rise, so he would kiss her still.

The night of sorrow now is turn'd to day,
Her two blue windows faintly she up-heaveth,
Like the fair sun when in its fresh array
He cheers the morn and all the world relieveth :

And as the bright sun glorifies the sky,
So is her face illumin'd with her eye.

Whose beams upon his hairless face are fix’d,
As if from thence they borrow'd all their shine:
Were never four such' lamps together mix’d,
Had not his clouded, with his brows' repine.

But hers, which thro’ the crystal tears gave light,

Shone like the moon in water seen by night.
O! where am I? (quoth she) in earth, or heaven!
Or in the ocean drench'd ! or in the fire !
What hour is this? or morn or weary even?
Do I delight to die, or life desire ?

But now I liv'd, and life was death's annoy :
But now I dy'd, and death was lively joy.

O! thou didst kill me, kill me once again ;
Thy eyes, shrewd tutor, that hard heart of thine,
Has taught them scornful tricks, and such disdain,
That they have murder'd this poor heart of mine:

And these mine eyes, true leaders to their queen,

But for thy piteous lips no more had seen. Long may they kiss each other for this cure ! Oh, never let their crimson liveries wear! And as they last, their verdure still endure, To drive infection from the dangerous year?

That the star-gazers having writ on death

May say the plague is banish'd by thy breath. Pure lips I sweet seals! in my soft lips imprinted, What bargains may I make still to be sealing? To sell myself, I can be well contented; So thou wilt buy and use good dealings ;

Which purchase if thou make, for fear of slips,

Set thy seal manual on my wax-red lips.
A thousand kisses buys my heart from me,
And pay them at thy leisure one by one;
What is ten hundred kisses unto thee?
Are they not quickly told and quickly gone?

Say for non-payment that the debt should double,
Is twenty hundred kisses such a trouble?

Fair queen (quoth he) if any love you owe me,
Measure my strangeness with my unripe years,