Sweetly supposed them mistress of his heart.
My woeful self,that did in freedom stand,
And was my own fee-simple,not in part,
What with his art in youth,and youth in art,
Threw my affections in his charmed power
Reserved the stalk and gave him all my flower.
'Yet did I not,as some my equals did,
Demand of him,nor being desired yielded;
Finding myself in honour so forbid,
With safest distance I mine honour shielded.
Experience for me many bulwarks builded
Of proofs new-bleeding,which remained the foil
Of this false jewel,and his amorous spoil.
'But ah,who ever shunned by precedent
The destined ill she must herself assay?
Or forced examples,'gainst her own content,
To put the by-past perils in her way?
Counsel may stop awhile what will not stay;
For when we rage,advice is often seen
By blunting us to make our wills more keen.
'Nor gives it satisfaction to our blood
That we must curb it upon others'proof,
To be forbod the sweets that seems so good
For fear of harms that preach in our behoof.
O appetite,from judgement stand aloof!
The one a palate hath that needs will taste,
Though Reason weep,and cry it is thy last.
'For further I could say this man's untrue,
And knew the patterns of his foul beguiling;
Heard where his plants in others'orchards grew;
Saw how deceits were gilded in his smiling;
Knew vows were ever brokers to defiling;
Thought characters and words merely but art,
And bastards of his foul adulterate heart.
'And long upon these terms I held my city,
Till thus he 'gan besiege me:"Gentle maid,
Have of my suffering youth some feeling pity,
And be not of my holy vows afraid.
That's to ye sworn to none was ever said;
For feasts of love I have been called unto,
Till now did ne'er invite nor never woo.
'"All my offences that abroad you see
Are errors of the blood,none of the mind;
Love made them not;with acture they may be,
Where neither party is nor true nor kind.
They sought their shame that so their shame did find;
And so much less of shame in me remains
By how much of me their reproach contains.
'"Among the many that mine eyes have seen,
Not one whose flame my heart so much as warmed,
Or my affection put to th'smallest teen,
Or any of my leisures ever charmed.
Harm have I done to them,but ne'er was harmed;
Kept hearts in liveries,but mine own was free,
And reigned commanding in his monarchy.
'"Look here what tributes wounded fancies sent me,
Of paled pearls and rubies red as blood;
Figuring that they their passions likewise lent me
Of grief and blushes,aptly understood
In bloodless white and the encrimsoned mood-
Effects of terror and dear modesty,
Encamped in hearts,but fighting outwardly.
'"And,lo,behold these talents of their hair,
With twisted metal amorously empleached,
I have receiv'd from many a several fair,
Their kind acceptance weepingly beseeched,
With the annexions of fair gems enriched,
And deep-brained sonnets that did amplify
Each stone's dear nature,worth,and quality.
'"The diamond?why,'twas beautiful and hard,
Whereto his invised properties did tend;
The deep-green em'rald,in whose fresh regard
Weak sights their sickly radiance do amend;
The heaven-hued sapphire and the opal blend
With objects manifold;each several stone,
With wit well blazoned,smiled,or made some moan.
'"Lo,all these trophies of affections hot,
Of pensived and subdued desires the tender,
Nature hath charged me that I hoard them not,
But yield them up where I myself must render-
That is,to you,my origin and ender;
For these,of force,must your oblations be,
Since I their altar,you enpatron me.
'"O then advance of yours that phraseless hand
Whose white weighs down the airy scale of praise;
Take all these similes to your own command,
Hallowed with sighs that burning lungs did raise;
What me your minister for you obeys
Works under you;and to your audit comes
Their distract parcels in combined sums.
'"Lo,this device was sent me from a nun,
Or sister sanctified,of holiest note,
Which late her noble suit in court did shun,
Whose rarest havings made the blossoms dote;