XII. و دلی ด UPID! BECAUSE thou shin'st in STELLA's eyes; Thou countest STELLA thine, like those whose powers e XIII. HEBUS WAS judge between JOVE, MARS and LOVE; Whose talons held young GANYMEDE above. But in vert field, MARS bare a golden spear, Which through a bleeding heart his point did shove. Each had his crest. MARS carried VENUS' glove; JOVE on his helm, the thunderbolt did rear. CUPID then smiles. For on his crest there lies STELLA'S fair hair. Her face, he makes his shield; Where roses gules are borne in silver field. PHOEBUS drew wide the curtains of the skies To blaze these last: and sware devoutly then, The first, thus matched, were scantly gentlemen. XIV. LAS! HAVE I not pain enough? my friend! Upon whose breast, a fiercer gripe doth tire, Than did on him who first stole down the fire; While LOVE on me, doth all his quiver spend: But with your rhubarb words ye must contend If that be sin, which doth the manners frame If that be sin, which in fixt hearts doth breed A loathing of all loose unchastity: Then love is sin, and let me sinful be! XV. OU THAT do search for every purling spring Which from the ribs of old Parnassus flows; And every flower, not sweet perhaps, which grows Near thereabouts, into your poesy wring: You that do dictionary's method bring Into your rhymes running in rattling rows; You take wrong ways! Those far-fet helps be such As do bewray a want of inward touch; And sure at length, stolen goods do come to light. STELLA behold! and then begin to endite. P. Sidney.7 XVI. N NATURE apt to like, when I did see Mine eyes (shall I say curst or blest ?) beheld I now have learned love right; and learned even so, XVII. IS MOTHER dear, CUPID offended late; Because that MARS grown slacker in her love, With pricking shot he did not throughly move, To keep the pace of their first loving state. The boy refused for fear of MARS' hate; Who threatened stripes, if he his wrath did prove: Of STELLA's brows, made him two better bows; O how for joy, he leaps! O how he crows! ? 1581-1584. XVIII. ITH WHAT sharp checks I in myself am shent, W And by just counts, myself a bankrupt know And which is worse, no good excuse can show, My youth doth waste, my knowledge brings forth toys; I see, and yet no greater sorrow take, XIX. N CUPID'S bow, how are my heart-strings bent! I willing run; yet while I run, repent. My best wits still their own disgrace invent. For though she pass all things, yet what is all O let me prop my mind, yet in his growth, And not in nature for best fruits unfit! "Scholar!" saith LOVE, "bend hitherward your wit!" P. XX. LY! FLY! my friends; I have my death wound, fly! Till bloody bullet get him wrongful prey! So, tyrant! he no fitter place could spy, Nor so fair level in so secret stay, As that sweet black which veils the heavenly eye: Poor passenger! pass now thereby I did, And stayed, pleased with the prospect of the place; And then descried the glistering of his dart; XXI. OUR WORDS, my friend! (right healthful caustics!) blame. My young mind marred, whom love doth windlass so; For since mad March great promise made of re; Sure you say well! Your wisdom's golden mine, |