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Poems: vvritten by Wil. Shake-speare. Gent
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Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.; Marshall, William, fl. 1617-1650, engraver.
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His businesse was important and materiall Being imploy'd about a Crowne Imperiall And as he now is mounted on his Steed Ready on his long journey to proceede Even as he questions to depart or stay Sweet heart quoth I oh be not long away With that he reach'd me a sweete parting kisse How loath he was to leave me guesse by this Farewell faire wife saith he bend all thy cares To my domesticke businesse home affaires But as the thing that I affection best Sweet wife looke well unto my Trojan guest It was no sooner out but with much paine My itching spleene from laughter I restraine Which striving to keepe in and bridle still At length â— wrung sorth these few words I will Hee 's on his journey to the Isle of Creete But thinke not we may therefore safely meete He is so absent that as present I Am still within his reach his Eare his Eye And though abroad his power at home commands For know you not Kings have long reaching hands The fame for beauty you besides have given me Into a great exigent hath driven me The more your commendation fild his eare The more just cause my husband hath to feare Nor marvell you the King hath left me so Into remote and forraigne Climes to goe Much confidence he dares repose in me My carriage haviour and my modesty My beauty he mistrusts my heart relies in My face he feares my Chaste life he affies in To take time now when time is you perswade me And with his apt fit absence you invade me I would but feare nor is my minde well set My will would further what my feare doth let I have no husband here and you no wife I love your shape you mine deare as your life The nights seeme long to such as sleepe alone Our letters meete to enterchange our moane You judge me beautious I esteeme you faire Vnder one roofe we Lovers lodged arâ— And let me die but every thing consider Each thing perswades us we shall lie together Nothing we see molests us naught we heare And yet my forward will is slacke through feare I would to God that what you ill perswade You could as well compell so I were made Vn-willing willing pleasingly abusde So my simplicity might be excus'de Injuries force is oft times wondrous pleasing To such as suffer ease in their diseasing If what I will you 'gainst my will should doe I with such force could be well pleased too But whilst our love is young and in the bud Suffer his infant vigor be withstood A flame new kindled is as easily quench'd And sudden sparkles in little drops are drench'd A Travellers Love is like himselfe unstaid And wanders where he walkes it is not laid On any firmer ground for when we alone Thinke him to us the winde blowes faire hee 's gone Witnesse Hâ—ysiphile alike betraide Witnesse with her the bright Mynoyan maide Nay then your selfe as you your selfe have spoken To faire Oâ—non have your promise broken Since I beheld your face first my desire Hath beene of Trojan Paris to inquire I know you now in every true respect I le grant you thus much then say you affect Me whom you terme your owne I le grow thus farre Doe not the Phagian marriners prepare Their sailes and Oares and now whilst we recite Exchange of words about the wished night Say that even now you were prepar'd to clime My long wish'd bed just at th' appointed time The winde should alter and blow faire for Troy You must brake off in midst of all your joy And leave me in the infancy of pleasure A mid my riches I shall lose my treasure You will forsake the sweets my bed affoords Texchange for Cabins Hatches and pitch'd boords Then what a fickle Courtship you commince When with the first winde all your Love blowes hence But shall I follow you when you are gone And be the grand-child to Lâ—omedon And Islium see whose beautie you proclaime I doe not so despise the bruit of Fame That she to whom I am indebt such thankes Should fill the Earth with such adulterate pranks What will Achaia what will Sparta say What will your Troy report and Asia What may old Priam or his reverent Queene What may your Sisters having Hellen seene Or your Dardanidan brothers deeme of me Will they not blame my loose inchastity Nay how can you your selfe faithfull deeme me And not amongst the loosest Dames esteeme me No stranger shall your Asian Poets come neare But he shall fill your guilty soule with feare How often angry at some small offence Will you thus say Adultresse get thee hence Forgetting you your selfe have beene the chiefe In my transgression though not in my griefe Consider what it is forgetfull Lover To be sinnes Author and sinnes sharpe reprover But ere the least of all these ills betide me I wish the earth may in her bosome hide me But I shall all your Phrigyan wealth possesse And more than your Epistle can expresse Gifts woven gold imbrodery rich attire Purple and Plate or what I can desire Yet give me leave thinke you all this extends To counter-vaile the losse of my chiefe friends Whose friendship or whose aide shall I imploy To succour me when I am wrong'd in Troy Or whether can I having thus mis-done Vnto my Father or my Brothers runne As much as you to me false Iason swore Vnto Medea yet from Aesons doore He after did exile her Now poore heart Where is thy Father that should take thy part Old Aetes or Calciope thou tookest No aide from them who thou before forsookest Or say thou didst alas they cannot heare Thy sad complaints yet I no such thing feare No more Medea did good hopes ingage Themselves so farre they faile in their presage You see the ships that in the Mayne are â—oft And many times by tempests wrackt and lost Had at their launcing from the Havens mouth A smooth sea and a calme gale from the South Besides the brand your mother dreampt she bare The night before your birth breeds me fresh care It prophecide ere many yeares expire Inflam'd Troy must burne with Greekish fire As Venus favours you because she gained A double prize by you yet the disdained And vanquish'd Goddesses disgrac'd so late May beare you hard I therefore feare their hate Nor make no question but if I consort you And for a Ravisher our Greece report you Warre will be wag'd with Troy and you shall ruâ— The sword alas your conquest shall pursue When Hypodamia at her brideale feast Was rudely ravished by her Centaur guest Because the Salvages the Bride durst ceaze Warre grew betwixt them and the Lapythes Or thinke you Menelaâ—â— hath no spleene Or that he hath not povver to avenge his teene Or that old Tyndarus this wrong can smother Or the two famous Twins each lov'd of other So where your valour and rare deedes you boast And warlike spirits in which you triumph most By which you
And in that kinde doe we of Greece excell you Your rich Epistle doth such gifts present As might the Goddesses themselves content And wooe them to your pleasures but if I Should passe the bonds of shame and tread awry If ever you should put me to my shifts Your selfe should move me more than all your gifts Or if I ever shall transgresse by stealth It shall be for your sake not for your wealth But as your gifts I scorne not so such seeme Most precious where the giver we esteeme More then your presence it shall Hellen please That you for her have past the stormy Seas That she hath caus'd your toyl that you respect her And more than all your Trojan Dames affect her But ye 're a wag in troth the notes and signes You make a Table in the meats and wines I have observ'd when I least seem'd to minde them For at the first my curious eye did finde them Sometimes you wanton your fixt eye advances His brightnesse against mine darting sweet glances Out gazing me with such a stedfast looke That my daz'd eyes their splendor have forsooke And then you sigh and by and by you stretch Your amorous arme outright the bowle to reach That next me stands making excuse to sip Iust in the selfesame place that kis'd my lip How oft have I observ'd your finger make Trickes and conceited signes which straight I take How often doth you brow your smooth thoughts cloke When to my seeming it hath almost spoke And still I fear'd my husband would have spi'd yee In troth you are to blame and I must chide yee You are too manifest a Lover Tush At such knowne signes I could not chuse but blush And to my selfe I oft was forc'd to say This man at nothing shames Is this I pray Ought save the truth oft times upon the board Where Hellen was ingraven you the word Amo have under-writ in new spilt wine Good sooth at first I could not skan the line Nor understand your meaning Now oh spight My selfe am now taught so to Reade and Write Should I offend as sinne to me is strange These blandishments have power chaste thoughts to change Or if I could be mov'd to step astray These would provoke me to lascivious play Besides I must confesse you have a face So admirable rare so full of grace That it hath power to wooe and to make ceasure Of the most bright chaste beauties to your pleasure Yet had I rather stainelesse keepe my Fame Then to a stranger hazzard my good name Make me your instance and forbeare the fare Of that which most doth please you make most spare The greatest vertues of which wise men boast Is to abstaine from that which pleaseth most How many gallant Youths thinke you desire That which you covet skorch'd with the selfe-same fire Are all the world fooles onely Paris wise Or is there none save you have judging eyes No no you view no more than others see But you are plainer and more bold with me You are more earnest to pursue your game I yeeld you not more knowledge but lesse shame I would to God that you had sayl'd from Troy When my Virginity and bed to enjoy A thousand gallant Princely Suters came Had I beheld young Paris I proclaine Of all those thousand I had made you chiefe And Spartan Menelaus to his griefe Should to my censure have subscribe and yeelded But now alas your hopes are weakely builded You covet goods possest pleasures fore-tasted Tardie you come that should before have hasted What you desire another claimes as due As I could wish t'have beene espoused to you So let me tell you since it is my fate I hold me happy in this present state Then cease faire Prince an idle suite to move Secke not to harme her whom you seeme to love In my contented state let me be guided As both my states and fortunes have provided Nor in so vaine a quest your spirits toile To seeke at my hands an unworthy spoyle But see how soone poore Women are deluded Venus her selfe this covenant hath concluded For in the Idaean Vallies you espie Three Goddesses stript naked to your eye And when the first had promis'd you a Crowne The second Fortitude and warres renowne The third bâ—spake you thus Crowne nor Warres pride Will I bequeath but Hellen to thy Bride I scarce beleeve those high immortall Creatures Would to your eye expose their naked features Or say the first part of your Tale be pure And meete with truth the second's false I 'am sure In which poore I was thought the greatest meede In such a high cause by the Gods decreed I have not of my beauty such opinion T' imagine it preser'd before Dominion Or fortitude nor can your words perswade me The greatest gift of all the Goddesse made me It is enough to me men praise my face But from the Gods I merit no such grace Nor doth the praise you charge me with offend me If Venus doe not enviously commend me But loe I grant you and imagine true Your free report claiming your praise as due Who would in pleasing things call Fame a liar But give that credit which we most desire That we have mov'd these doubts be not you grieved The greatest wonders are the least beleeved Know then I first am pleas'd that Venus ought me Such undeserved grace Next that you thought me The greatest meede nor Scepter nor warres Fame Did you preferre before poore Hellens name Hard-heart t is time thou shouldst at last come downe Therefore I am your valour I your Crowne Your kindnesse conquers me doe what I can I were hard-hearted not to love this man Obdurate I was never and yet coy To favour him whom I can ner'e enjoy What profits it the barren sands to plow And in the furrowes our affections sow In the sweete theft of Venus I am rude And know not how my husband to delude Now I these love-lines write my Pen I vow Is a new office taught not knowne till now Happy are they that in this Trade have skill Alas I am a foole and shall be still And having till this houre not slept astray Feare in these sports least I should misse my way The feare no doubt is greater than the blame I stand confounded and amaz'd with shame And with the very thought of what you seeke Thinke every eye fixt on my guilty cheeke Nor are these suppositions meerely vaine The murmuring people whisperingly complaine And my maide Aethra hath by listning â—â—ily Brought me such newes as toucht mine honour highly Wherefore deare Lord dissemble or desist Being over-eyde we cannot as we list Fashion our sports our Loves pure harvest gather But why should you desist dissemble rather Sport but in secret sport where none may see The greater but not greatest liberty Is limitted to our Lascivious play That Menalaus is farre hence away My husband about great affaires is posted Leaving his royall guest securely hosted