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With this she seizeth on his sweating palm,
The precedent of pith and livelihood, Vilja miretur vulgus, mihi flavus Apollo
And, trembling in her passion, calls it balın, Pocula Castalia plena ministret aqua.-OVID. Earth's sovereign salve to do a goddess good :
Being so enrag'd, desire doth lend her force TO THE Right HoNOURABLE HENRY WRIOTHESLY, Courageously to pluck him from his horse. Eærl of Southampton, and Baron of Tichfield.
Over one arm tne lusty courser's rein, Right HONOURABLE, I know not how I shall Under her other was the tender boy, offend in dedicating my unpolished lines to your Who blush'd and pouted in a dull disdain, lordship, nor how the world will censure me for
With leaden appetite, unapt to toy; choosing so strong a prop to support so weak a bur- She red and hot, as coals of glowing fire, then : only, if your honour seem but pleased, I ac- He red for shame, but frosty in desire. count myself highly praised, and vow to take advantage of all idle hours, till I have honoured you
The studded bridle on a ragged bough with some graver labour. But if the first heir of my The steed is stalled up, and even now
Nimbly she fastens; (0, how quick is love!) invention prove deformed, I shall be sorry it had w noble a godfather, and never after ear so barren
To tie the rider she begins to prove: a land, for fear it yield me still so bad a harvest. I Backward she push'd him, as she would be thrust, leave it to your honourable survey, and your ho.. And govern’d him in strength, though not in lust. pour to your heart's content; which I wish may So soon was she along, as he was down, always answer your own wish, and the world's hope
Each leaning on their elbows and their hips: ful expectation. Your Honour's in all duty,
Now doth she stroke his cheek, now doth he frown.
And 'gins to chide, but soon she stops his lips. William SHAKSPEARE. And kissing speaks, with lustful language broken,
If thou wili chide, thy lips shall never open.
He burns with bashful shame; she with her tears Even as the sun with purple-colour'd face
Doth quench the maiden burning of his cheeks ; Had ta'en his last leave of the weeping inorn, Then with her win ly sighs, and golden hairs, Rose-cheek'd Adonis hied him to the chase;
To fan and blow them dry again she seeks : Hunting he lov'd, but love he laugh'd to scorn : He saith, she is immodest, blames her 'miss; Sick-thoughted Venus makes amain unto him,
What follows more, she murders with a kiss.
Even as an empty eagle, sharp by fast,
Tires with her beak on feathers, flesh, and bone, The field's chief flower, sweet above compare, Stain to all nymphs, more lovely than a man,
Shaking her wings, devouring all in haste,
Till either gorge be stuff'd, or prey be gone; More white and red than doves or roses are;
Even so she kiss'd his brow, his cheek, his cbin, Nature that made thee, with herself at strife,
And where she ends, she doth anew begin.
Forc'd to content, but never to obey,
Panting he lies, and breatheth in her face; If thou wilt deign this favour, for thy meed
She feedeth on the steam, as on a prey, A thousand honey secrets shalt thou know :
And calls it heavenly moisture, air of grace ; Here come and sit, where never serpent hisses,
Wishing her cheeks were gardens full of flowers, And being set, I'll sinother thee with kisses:
So they were dew'd with such distilling showers. And yet not cloy thy lips with loath'd satiety, Look how a bird lies tangled in a net, But rather famish them anid tbeir plenty,
So fasten'd in her arms Adonis lies Making them red and pale with fresh variety; Pure shame and awd resistance inade him fret, Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty:
Which bred more beauty in his angry eyes : A summer's day will seem an hour but short, Rain added to a river that is rank, Mning wasted in such time-beguiling sport.
Perforce will force it overflow the bank.
Still she entreats, and prettily entreats,
Thou can’st not see one wrinkle in my brow; ling; For to a pretty ear she tunes her tale ;
Mine eyes are grey, and bright, and quick in turaStill is he suilen, still he low'rs and frets,
My beauty as the spring dutb yearly grow, 'Twixt crimson shame, and anger ashy-pale; My flesh is soft and plump, my marrow burning, Being red, she loves him best; and being white, My smooth moist hand, were it with thy hand felt Her best is better'd with a more delight.
Would in thy palm dissolve, or seem to melt. Luok how he can, she cannot choose but love; Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear,
And by her fair immortal hand she swears, Or, like a fairy, trip upon the green, From his soft bosom never to reinove,
Or, like a nymph, with long dishevell'd hair, Till he take truce with her contending tears, Dance on the sands, and yet no footing seen : Which long have rain'd, making her cheeks all wet : Love is a spirit all compact of fire, And one sweet kiss shall pay this countless debt. Not gross to sink, but light, and will aspire. Upon this promise did he raise his chin,
Witness this primrose bank whereca I lie; (me; Like a dive-dapper peering through a wave, These forceless flowers like sturdy trees support Who being look'd on, ducks as quickly in; Two strengthless doves will draw me thro' the sky, So offers be to give what she did crave;
From morn till night,even where I list to sport me: But when her lips were ready for his pay,
Is love so light, sweet boy, and may it be
Is thine own heart to thine own face affected ? More thirst for drink than she for this good turn. Can thy right hand seize love upon thy left? Her help she sees, but help she cannot get; Then woo thyself, be of thyself rejected,
She bathes in water, yet her fire must burn : Steal thine own freedom, and complain on theft 0, pity, 'gan she cry, Aint-hearted boy;
Narcissus, so, himself himself forsook, 'Tis but a kiss I beg; why art thou coy?
And died to kiss his shadow in the brook, I have been woo'd as I entreat thee now,
Torches are made to light, jewels to wear, Even by the stern and direful god of war;
Dainties to taste, fresh beauty for the use; Whose sinewy neck in battle ne'er did bow, Herbs for their smell, and sappy plants to bear;
Who conquers where he comes, in every jar; Things growing to themselves are growth's abuse: Yet hath he been my captive and my slave, Seeds spring from seeds,and beauty breedeth beauty i And begg’d for that which thou unask'd shalt have. Thou wast begot,—to get it is thy duty. Over my altars hath he hung his lance,
l'pon the earth's increase why should'st thou feed, His batter'd shield, his uncontrolled crest,
Unless the earth with thy increase be fed ? And for my sake hath learn'd to sport and dance, By law of nature thou art bound to breed, To toy, to wanton, dally, smile, and jest ;
That thine may live, when thou thyself art dead; Scorning his churlish drum, and ensign rej, And so, in spite of death, thou dost survive, Making my arms his field, his tent my bed. In that thy likeness still is left alive. Thus he that over-rul'd I oversway'd,
By this, the love-sick queen began to sweat, Leading him prisoner in a red-rose chain : For, where they lay, the shadow had forsook them, Strong-temper'd steel his stronger strength obey'd, And Titan, tired in the mid-day heat, Yet was he servile to my coy disdain.
With burning eye did hotly overlook them; O, be not proud, nor brag not of thy might, Wishing Adonis had his team to guide, For mastering her that foil'd the god of tight. So he were like him, and by Venus' side. Touch but my lips with those fair lips of thinc, And now Adonis, with a lazy spright,
(Though mine be not so fair, yet are they red,) And with a heavy, dark, disliking. eye The kiss shall be thine own as well as mine ;-. His low'ring brows o'er-whelming his fair sight
What see'st thou in the ground ? hold up thy head; Like misty vapours, when they blot the sky,Look in mine eye-balls, there thy beauty lies. Souring his cheeks, cries Fie, no more of love; Then why not lips on lips, since eyes in eyes ? The sun doth burn my face; I must remove. Art thou asham'd to kiss? then wink again, Ah me, (quoth Venus,) young, and so unkind ?
And I will wink; so shall the day seem n ght; What bare excuses mak'st thou to be gone! Love keeps his revels where there are but twain; I'll sigh celestial breath, whose gentle wind Be bold to play, our sport is not in sight:
Shall cool the heat of this descending sun ; These blue-vein'd violets whereon we lean,
I'll make a shadow for thee of my hairs; Never can blab, nor know not what we mean. If they burn too, I'll quench thein with my tears. The tender spring upon thy tempting lip. The sun that shines from heaven, shines but warm,
Shews thee unripe; yet may'st thou well be tasted ; And lo, I lie between that sun and thee; Make use of time, let not advantage slip;
The heat I have from thence doth little harm, Beauty within itself should not be wasted :
Thine eye darts forth the fire that burneth me. Pair flowers that are not gather'd in their prime, And were Í nut immortal, life were done, Rot and consume themselves in little time. Between this heavenly and earthly sun. Were I hard-favour'd, foul, or wrinkled-old, Art thou obdurate, finty, hard as steel,
I'll-nurtur'd, crooked, churlish, harsh in voice, Nay more than flint, for stone at rain relenteth ? O'er-worn, despised, rheumatic and cold,
Art thou a woman's son, and canst not feel Thick-sighted, barren, lean, and lacking juice, What'tis to love ? how want of love tormenteth? Then mighi'st thou pause, for then I were not for thee; o, had thy mother borne so hard a mind, But having no defects, why dost abhor me? Sh. bad not brought forth thee, but died unkrad
What am I, that thou should'st contenu me this ? His ears up-prick'd; his braided hanging mad.
Or what great danger dwells upon my suit ? Upon his compass’d crest now stand on end; What were thy lips the worse for one poor kiss ? His nostrils drink the air, and forth again,
Speak, fair; but speak fair words, or else be mute. As from a furnace, vapours doth he send : Give me one kiss, I'll give it thee again,
His eye, which scornfully glisters like fire, And one for interest, if thou wilt have twain. Shews his hot courage, and bis high desire. Fie, lifeless picture, cold and senseless stone, Sometime he trots, as if he tuld tne steps, Well-painted idol, image, dull and dead,
With gentle majesty, and modest pride; Statue, contenting but the eye alone,
Anon he rears upright, curvets and leaps, Thing like a man, but of no woman bred;
As who should say, lo! thus my strength is try'd Thou art no man, though of a man's complexion, And this I do, to captivate the eye For men will kiss even by their own direction. of the fair breeder that is standing by. This said, impatience chokes her pleading tongue, What recketh he his rider's angry stir
And swelling passion doth provoke a pause; His flattering holla, or his Stand, I say? Red cheeks and fiery eyes blaze forth her wrong; What cares he now for curb, or pricking spur?
Being judge in love, she cannot right her cause : For rich caparisons, or trapping gay? And now she weeps, and now she fain would speak, He sees his love, and nothing else he sees, And now her sobs do her intendments break. For nothing else with his proud sight agrees. Sometimes she shakes her head, and then his hand, Look, when a painter would surpass the life,
Now gazeth she on him, now on the ground; In limning out a well-proportion'd steed, Sometimes her arms infold him like a band; His art with nature's workmanship at strife,
She would, he will not in her arms be bound: As if the dead the living should exceed ; And when from thence he struggles to be gone, So did this horse excel a common one, She locks her lily fingers, ope in one.
In shape, in courage, colour, pace, and bonc. Fondling, she saith, since I have hemm'd thee here, Round-hoofd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Within the circuit of this ivory pale,
Broad breast, fulleye, small head, and nostril wide, I'll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer;
High crest, short ears, strait legs, and passing strong Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale: Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hido Graze on my lips; and, if those hills be dry, Look what a horse should have, he did not lack, Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie. Save a proud rider on so proud a back. Within this limit is relief enough,
Sometime he scuds far off, and there he stares; Sweet bottom-grass, and high delightful plain, Anon he starts at stirring of a feather; Round rising hillocks, brakes, obscure and rough, To bid the wind a base he now prepares,
To shelter thee from tempest and from rain ; Ard whe'r he run, or fly, they know not whether Then be my deer, since I am such a park; For through his mane and tail the high wind sings, No dog shall rouze thee, though a thousand bark. Fanning the hairs, who wave like feather's wings At this Adonis smiles, as in disdain,
He looks upon his love, and neighs unto her; That in each cheek appears a pretty dimple: She answers him, as it' she knew his mind : Love made those hollows, if himself were slain, Being proud, as females are, to see hiin woo her, He might be buried in a tomb so simple;
She puts on outward strangeness, scems unkind, Fore-knowing well, if there he came to lie,
Spurns at his love, and scorns the heat he feels, Why there Love liv'd, and there he could not die. Beating his kind embracements with her heels. These lovely caves, these round enchanting pits, Then, like a melancholy malecontent,
Open'd their mouths to swallow Venus' liking: He vails his tail, that, like a falling plume Being mad before, how doth she now for wits ? Cool shadow to his melting buttock lent;
Struck dead at first, what needs a second striking ? He stamps, and bites the poor flies in his fume Poor queen of love, in thine own law forlorn, His love perceiving how he is enrag'd, To love a cheek that smiles at thee ip scorn! Grew kinder, and his fury was assuag'd. Now which way shall she turn? what shall she say? | His testy master goeth about to take him;
Her words are done, her woes the more increasing; When lo, the unback'd breeder, full of fear, The time is spent, her object will away,
Jealous of catching, swiftly doth forsake him, And from her twining arms doth urge releasing : With her the horse, and left Adonis there : Pity, -(she cries) some favour, some remorse;- As they were mad, unto the wood they hie them, Away he springs, and basteth to his horse.
Out-stripping crows that strive to over-fy them But lo, from forth a copse that neighbours by, All swoln with chasing, down Adonis sits,
A breeding jennet, lusty, young, and proud, Banning his Loist'rous and unruly beast; Adonis' trampling courser doth espy,
And now the happy season once more fits, And forth she rushes, snorts, and neighs aloud : That love-sick Love, by pleading may be biest The strong-neck d steed, being tied unto a tree, For lovers say, the heart hath treble wrong, Breaketh bis rein, and to her straight goes he. When it is barr'd the aidance of the tongue. Imperiously he leaps, he neighs, he bounds, An oven that is stopp'd, or river stay'd,
And now his woven girths he breaks as'ınder; Burneth more hotly, swelleth with more rage. The bearing earth with his hard hoof he wounds, So of concealed sorrow may be said;
Whose hollow womb resounds like heaven's thun- Free vent of words love's fire doth assuage, The iron bit he crusheth 'tween his teeth, (der; But when the heart's attorney once is mute Controlling what he was controlled with.
The client breaks, as desperate in his suit.
Il, sss her coming, and begins to glow,
Let in excuse thy courser, gentle boy; (Eren as a dying coal revives with wind,)
Avd learn of him, I heartily beseech thee, Aed with his bonnet hides his angry brow; To take advantage on presented joy; (thee:
Looks on the dull earth with disturbed mind; Though I were dumb, yet his proceedings teach Taking no njice that she is so nigh,
0! learn to love; the lesson is but plain, Für all askaunc, he holds her in his eye.
And, once made perfect, never lost again. 0, what a sight i: *25, wistly to view
I know not love, (quoth he,) nor will not know it, How she came stealing to the wayward boy! Unless it be a boar, and then I chase it; To note the fighting conflict of her hue!
'Tis much to borrow, and I will noi owe it; How white and red each other did destruy! My love to love is love but to disgrace it; But now, her cheek was pale, and by and by For Í have heard it is a life in death, It flash'd forth fire, as lightning from the sky. That laughs, and weeps, and all but with a breath, Now was she just before him as he sat,
Who wears a garment shapeless and unfinish'd ? And like a lowly lover down she kneels;
Who plucks the bad before one leaf put forth? With one fair hand she heaveth up his hat,
If springing things be any jot diminish’d, Her other tender hand his fair cheek feels: They wither in their prime, prove nothing worth His tend'rer cheek receives her soft hand's print, The cost that's back'd and burthen'd bring young, As apt as new-fall’n snow takes any dint.
Loseth his pride, and never waxeth strong. O, what a war of looks was then between them! You hurt my haud with wringing; let us part, Her eyes, petitioners, to his eyes suing;
And leave this idle theme, this bootless chat: His eyes saw her eyes as they had not seen them; Remove your siege from my unyielding heart;
Hereyes woo'd still, his eyes disdain’d the wooing To love's alarm it will not ope the gate : And all this dumb play had his acts made plain Dismiss your vows, your feigned tears, your flattery; With tears, which, chorus-like, her eyes did rain. For where a heart is hard, they make no battery, Full gently now she takes him by the hand, What! canst thou talk, quoth she, hast thou a tongue? A lily prison'd in a gaol of snow,
O, would thou had'st not, or I had no hearing! Or ivory in an alabaster band;
Thy mermaid's voice hath done me double wrong; So white a friend engirts so white a fue :
I had my load before, now press'd with bearing This besuteous combat, wilful and unwilling, Melodious discord, heavenly tune harsh-sounding, Shew'd like two silver doves that sit a billing. Ear's deep-sweet music, and heart's deep-soraOnce more the engine of her thoughts began ·
wounding. O fairest mover on this mortal round,
Had I no eyes, but cars, my ears would love Would thou wert as I am, and I a man,
That inward beauty and invisible, My heart all whole as thine, thy heart my wound; Or, were I deaf, thy outward parts would more For one sweet look thy help, I would assure thee,
Each part in me that were but sensible: Though nothing but iny body's bane would cure thee. Though neither eyes nor ears, to hear nor see,
Yet should I be in love, by touching thee. Give me my hand, saith he, why dost thou feel it?
Give me my heart, saith she, aad thou shalt havcit; Say, that the sense of feeling were bereft me, O give it me, lest thy hard heart do steel it,
And that I could not see, nor hear, nor touch, And being steel'd, soft sighs can never grave it:
And nothing but the very smell were lest me, Then lovc'ı deep groans I never shall regard,
Yet would my love to thee be still as much; Because Adonis' heart hath made mine bard.
For from the stiil'tory of thy face excelling (ing
Comes breath perfum’d, that breedeth love by smeti For shame, he cries, let go, and let me go; My day's delight is past, my horse is gone,
But 0, what banquet wert thou to the taste, And 'tis your fault I am bereft him so;
Being nurse and feeder of the other four!
Would they not wish the feast might ever last, I pray you hence, and leave me here alone; For all iny mind, my thought, my busy care,
And bid Suspicion double lock the door? Is how to get my paifrey from the mare.
Lest Jealousy, that sour unwelcome guest,
Should, by his stealicg in, disturb the feast. Thus she replies: Thy palfrey, as he should,
Once more the ruby.colour'd portal open'd, Welcomes the warm approach of sweet desire.
Which to his speech did honey passage yield; Affection is a coal that must be cool'd;
Like a red morn, that ever yet betoken'd
Wreck to the sea-man, tempest to the field,
Sorrow to shepherds, woe unto the birds, Therefore no marvel though thy horse be gone. Gusts and foul flaws to herdmen and to herds. How like a jade he stood, tied to the tree, This ill presage advisedly she marketh :Servilely master'd with a leathern rein!
Even as the wind is hush'd before it raineth, But when he saw his love, his youth's fair fee, Or as the wolf doth grin before he barketa, He held such petty bondage in disdain ;
Or as the berry breaks before it staineth, Throwing the base thong from his bending crest, Or like the deadly bullet of a gun, Enfranchising his mouth, his back, his breast. His meaning struck her, ere his words begun. Who sees his true love in her naked bed,
And at his look she fatly falleth down, Teaching the sheets a whiter hue than white, For looks kill love, and love by looks reviveth But when his glutton eye so full hath fed,
A smile recures the wounding of a frown: His other agents aim at like delight ?
But blessed bankrupt, that by love so thriveth! Who is so faint, that dare not be so bold,
The silly boy believing she is dead, Co touch the firs, the weather being cold? Claps ber pale cheek, till clapping makes it rid;
And all-amaz'd brake off his late inceut,
Now let ine say you night, and so say you : For sharply he did think to reprehend her, If you will says, you shall have a kiss. Which cunning love did wittily prevent:
Good night, quoth she'; and ere he says adieu, Fair fall the wit, that can so well defend her! The honey fee of parting tender'd is: Por on the grass she lies, as she were slain,
Her arms do lend his neck a sweet embrace; Till his breath breatheth life in her agair
Incorporate then they seein; face grows to facc. He wrings her nose, he strikes her on the cheeks, Till, breathless, he disjoin'd, and backward drew He bends her fingers, holds her pulses hard;
The heavenly moisture, that sweet coral mouth, He chales her lips; a thousand ways he seeks
Whose precious taste her thirsty lips well knew, To mend the hurt that his unkindness marr'd;
Whereon they surfeit, yet complain on drought: He kisses her; and she, by her good will,
He with her plenty press'd, she faint with dearth, Would never rise, so he will kiss her still.
(Their lips together glew'd,) fall to the earth. The night of sorrow now is turn’d to-day.
Now quick Desire bath caught the yielding prey, Her iwo blue windows faintly she up-heaveti,
And glutton-like she feeds, yet never filleth ; Like the fair sun, when in his fresh array
Her lips are conquerors, his lips obey,
Paying what ransom the insulter willeth; He cheers the inorn, and all the world relieveth
Whose vulture thought doth pitch the price so higher And as the bright sun glorifies the sky,
That she will draw his lips' rich treasure dry.
And having felt the sweetness of the spoil,
With blind-fold fury she begins to forage ;
Her face doth reek and sinoke, her blood doth boil,
And careless lust stirs up a desperate courage; Had not his clouded with his brows' repine; But hers, which through the crystal tears gave light, Forgetting shame's pure blush, and honour's wreck.
Planting oblivion, beating reason back, Shone like the moon, in water seen by night.
Hot, faint, and weary, with her hard embracing, O, where am I, quoth she? in earth or heaven, Like a wild bird being tam'd with too much handOr in the oceai drench'd, or in the fire ?
ling, What hour is this? or inorn or weary even? Or as the fleet.foot roe, that's tir'd with chasing, Do I delight to die, or life desire ?
Or like the froward infant, still'd with dandling, But now I liv'd, and life was death's annoy; He now obeys, and now no more resisteth, But now I died, and death was lively joy.
While she takes all she can, not all she listeth. O, thou didst kill me ;-kill me once again : What wax so frozen, but dissolves with temp’ring, Thy eyes' shrewd tutor, that hard heart of thine
And yields at last to every light impression ? Hith'taught them scornful tricks, and such disdain, Things out of hope are compass'd oft with vent'ring,
That they have murder'd this poor heart of mine; Chiefly in love, whose leave exceeds commission And these mine eyes, true leaders to their queen, Affection faints not like a pale-fac'd coward, But for thy pitevus lips no more had seen.
But then woos best, when most his choice is froward Long may they kiss each other, for this cure ! When he did frown, O, had she then gave over, 0, never let their crimson liveries wear!
Such nectar from his lips she had not suck'd. And as they last, their verdure still endure, Foul words and frowns must not repel a lover;
To drive infection from the dangerous year ! What though the rose have prickles, yet 'tis That the star-gazers, having writ on death,
pluck': May say, the plague is banish'd by thy breath. Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast, Pure lips, sweat seals in my soft lips imprinted,
Yet love breaks throngh, and picks them all at last What bargains may I make, still to be sealing?
For pity now she can no more detain him; To sell myself I can be well contented,
The pcor fool prays her that he may depart: So thou wilt buy, and pay, and use good dealing; She is resolv'd no longer to restrain him; Which purchase if thou make, for fear of slips,
Bids him farewell, and look well to her heart, Set thy seal-manual on my was-red lips
The which, by Cupid's bow she doth protest,
He carries thence incaged in his breast.
Sweet boy, she says, this night I'll waste in sorrow, What is ten hundred touches unto thee?
For my sick heart commands mine eyes to watch.
Tell me, Love's master, shall we meet to-morrow ? Are they not quickly told, and quickly gone ?
Say,shall we ? shall we ? wilt thou make the match ? Say, for non-payment that the debt should double,
He tells her, no; to-morrow he intends Is twenty hundred kisses such a trouble ?
To hunt the boar with certain of his friends. Fair queen, quoth he, if any love you owe me, The boar! (quoth she) whereat a sudden pale,
Measure my strangeness with my unripe years ; Like lawn being spread upon the blushing rose, Before I know myself, seek not to know me; Usurps her cheek; she trembles at his tale, No fisher but the ungrown fry forbears :
And on bis neck her yoking arms she throws: The mellow plum doth fall, the green sticks fast, She sinketh down, still hanging by his neck, Or being early pluck’d, is sour to taste.
He on her belly falls, she on her back. Look, the world's comforter, with weary gait, Now is she in the very lists of love,
His day's hot task hath ended in the west : Her champion mounted for the hot encounter : The owl, night's herald, shrieks, 'tis very late; All is imaginary she doth prove,
The sheep are gone to fold, birds to their nest; He will not manage her, although he mount ber And coal-black clouds that shadow heaven's light, That worse than Tantalus' is her annos, Do summon us to part, and bid good night To clip Elysium, and to lack her joy.