Woe to me! and do you swear Me to hate, but I forbear? That brought me so high to fall. P. Soon with my death I will please thee! No, no, no, no, my Dear! let be. FIFTH SONG. HILE favour fed my hope, delight with hope was We brought;ed on Thought waited on delight; and speech did follow Then grew my tongue and pen records unto thy glory. I said thou wert most fair, and so indeed thou art. I said thine eyes were stars, thy breasts the milken way, But now that hope is lost, unkindness kills delight; Yet thought and speech do live, thought metamorphosed quite : For RAGE now rules the reins, which guided were by PLEASURE. I think now of thy faults, who late thought of thy praise. That speech falls now to blame which did thy honour raise. The same key open can, which can lock up a treasure. Thou then whom partial heavens conspired in one to frame See what clouds of reproach shall dark thy honour's sky! And O my Muse! though oft you lulled her in your lap; Your client poor, my self; shall STELLA handle so? Revenge! revenge! my Muse! Defiance trumpet blow! Threaten what may be done! yet do more than you threaten! Ah! my suit granted is. I feel my breast doth swell. Now child a lesson new you shall begin to spell. Sweet babes must babies have, but shrewd girls must be beaten. Think now no more to hear of warm fine-odoured snow, Ungrateful who is called, the worst of evils is spok❜n. Yet worse than worst, I say thou art a Thief! A thief! Now GOD forbid! A Thief! and of worst thieves, the chief. Thieves steal for need; and steal but goods, which pain recovers: But thou, rich in all joys, dost rob my joys from me; Of foes, the spoil is evil: far worse of constant lovers'. Yet gentle English thieves do rob, but will not slay. Thou English murdering thief! wilt have hearts for thy prey. The name of Murderer now on thy fair forehead sitteth. And even while I do speak, my death wounds bleeding be: Which, I protest, proceed from only cruel thee. Who may and will not save; murder in truth committeth. But murder's private fault seems but a toy to thee. If rule by force without all claim, a tyrant showeth. have. A rightful Prince by unright deeds a Tyrant groweth. Lo! you grow proud with this! For tyrants make folk bow. Of foul Rebellion then I do appeach thee now! P. But valiant rebels oft in fools' mouths purchase fame. What, is not this enough? Nay, far worse cometh here. My feet are turned to roots, my heart becometh lead. Yet witches may repent. Thou art far worse than they. Alas! that I am forced such evil of thee to say. I say thou art a Devil! though clothed in angel's shining; For thy face tempts my soul to leave the heavens for thee, And thy words of refuse do pour even hell on me. Who tempt, and tempted plague; are Devils in true defining. You then ungrateful Thief! you murdering Tyrant you! |