lucasta-第16章
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civill war is found； I meane； to us。
XI。 Lovers and angels； though in heav'n they show； And see the woes and discords here below； What they not feele； must not be said to know。
Original has COLME。
i。e。 own。
Original reads YOUR。
Original has FIRE'S； but FIRE IS is required by the metre； and it is probably what the poet wrote。
AMARANTHA。 A PASTORALL。
Up with the jolly bird of light Who sounds his third retreat to night； Faire Amarantha from her bed Ashamed starts； and rises red As the carnation…mantled morne； Who now the blushing robe doth spurne； And puts on angry gray； whilst she； The envy of a deity； Arayes her limbes； too rich indeed To be inshrin'd in such a weed； Yet lovely 'twas and strait； but fit； Not made for her； but she to it： By nature it sate close and free； As the just bark unto the tree： Unlike Love's martyrs of the towne； All day imprison'd in a gown； Who； rackt in silke 'stead of a dresse； Are cloathed in a frame or presse； And with that liberty and room； The dead expatiate in a tombe。 No cabinets with curious washes； Bladders and perfumed plashes； No venome…temper'd water's here； Mercury is banished this sphere： Her payle's all this； in which wet glasse She both doth cleanse and view her face。 Far hence； all Iberian smells； Hot amulets； Pomander spells； Fragrant gales； cool ay'r； the fresh And naturall odour of her flesh； Proclaim her sweet from th' wombe as morne。 Those colour'd things were made； not borne。 Which； fixt within their narrow straits； Do looke like their own counterfeyts。 So like the Provance rose she walkt； Flowerd with blush； with verdure stalkt； Th' officious wind her loose hayre curles； The dewe her happy linnen purles； But wets a tresse； which instantly Sol with a crisping beame doth dry。 Into the garden is she come； Love and delight's Elisium； If ever earth show'd all her store； View her discolourd budding floore； Here her glad eye she largely feedes； And stands 'mongst them； as they 'mong weeds； The flowers in their best aray As to their queen their tribute pay； And freely to her lap proscribe A daughter out of ev'ry tribe。 Thus as she moves； they all bequeath At once the incense of their breath。 The noble Heliotropian Now turnes to her； and knowes no sun。 And as her glorious face doth vary； So opens loyall golden Mary Who； if but glanced from her sight； Straight shuts again； as it were night。 The violet （else lost ith' heap） Doth spread fresh purple for each step； With whose humility possest； Sh' inthrones the Poore Girle in her breast： The July…flow'r that hereto thriv'd； Knowing her self no longer…liv'd； But for one look of her upheaves； Then 'stead of teares straight sheds her leaves。 Now the rich robed Tulip who； Clad all in tissue close； doth woe Her （sweet to th' eye but smelling sower）； She gathers to adorn her bower。 But the proud Hony…suckle spreads Like a pavilion her heads； Contemnes the wanting commonalty； That but to two ends usefull be； And to her lips thus aptly plac't； With smell and hue presents her tast。 So all their due obedience pay； Each thronging to be in her way： Faire Amarantha with her eye Thanks those that live； which else would dye： The rest； in silken fetters bound； By crowning her are crown and crown'd。 And now the sun doth higher rise； Our Flora to the meadow hies： The poore distressed heifers low； And as sh' approacheth gently bow； Begging her charitable leasure To strip them of their milkie treasure。 Out of the yeomanry oth' heard； With grave aspect； and feet prepar'd； A rev'rend lady…cow drawes neare； Bids Amarantha welcome here； And from her privy purse lets fall A pearle or two； which seeme＇s＇ to call This adorn'd adored fayry To the banquet of her dayry。 Soft Amarantha weeps to see 'Mongst men such inhumanitie； That those； who do receive in hay； And pay in silver twice a day； Should by their cruell barb'rous theft Be both of that and life bereft。 But 'tis decreed； when ere this dies； That she shall fall a sacrifice Unto the gods； since those； that trace Her stemme； show 'tis a god…like race； Descending in an even line From heifers and from steeres divine； Making the honour'd extract full In Io and Europa's bull。 She was the largest goodliest beast； That ever mead or altar blest； Round ＇w＇as her udder； and more white Then is the Milkie Way in night； Her full broad eye did sparkle fire； Her breath was sweet as kind desire； And in her beauteous crescent shone； Bright as the argent…horned moone。 But see！ this whiteness is obscure； Cynthia spotted； she impure； Her body writheld； and her eyes Departing lights at obsequies： Her lowing hot to the fresh gale； Her breath perfumes the field withall； To those two suns that ever shine； To those plump parts she doth inshrine； To th' hovering snow of either hand； That love and cruelty command。 After the breakfast on her teat； She takes her leave oth' mournfull neat Who； by her toucht； now prizeth her life； Worthy alone the hollowed knife。 Into the neighbring wood she's gone； Whose roofe defies the tell…tale Sunne； And locks out ev'ry prying beame； Close by the lips of a cleare streame； She sits and entertaines her eye With the moist chrystall and the frye With burnisht…silver mal'd； whose oares Amazed still make to the shoares； What need she other bait or charm； What hook or angle； but her arm？ The happy captive； gladly ta'n； Sues ever to be slave in vaine； Who instantly （confirm'd in's feares） Hasts to his element of teares。 From hence her various windings roave To a well…orderd stately grove； This is the pallace of the wood And court oth' Royall Oake； where stood The whole nobility： the Pine； Strait Ash； tall Firre； and wanton Vine； The proper Cedar； and the rest。 Here she her deeper senses blest； Admires great Nature in this pile； Floor'd with greene…velvet Camomile； Garnisht with gems of unset fruit； Supply'd still with a self recruit； Her bosom wrought with pretty eyes Of never…planted Strawberries； Where th' winged musick of the ayre Do richly feast； and for their fare； Each evening in a silent shade； Bestow a gratefull serenade。 Thus ev'n tyerd with delight； Sated in soul and appetite； Full of the purple Plumme and Peare； The golden Apple； with the faire Grape that mirth fain would have taught her； And nuts； which squirrells cracking brought her； She softly layes her weary limbs； Whilst gentle slumber now beginnes To draw the curtaines of her eye； When straight awakend with a crie And bitter groan； again reposes； Again a deep sigh interposes。 And now she heares a trembling voyce： Ah！ can there ought on earth rejoyce！ Why weares she this gay livery； Not black as her dark entrails be？ Can trees be green； and to the ay'r Thus prostitute their flowing hayr？ Why do they sprout； not witherd dy？ Must each thing live； save wretched I？ Can dayes triumph in blew and red； When both their light and life is fled？ Fly Joy on wings of Popinjayes To courts of fools； where as your playes Dye laught at and forgot； whilst all That's good mourns at this funerall。 Weep； all ye Graces； and you sweet Quire； that at the hill inspir'd meet： Love； put thy tapers out； that we And th' world may seem as blind as thee； And be； since she is lost （ah wound！） Not Heav'n it self by any found。 Now as a prisoner new cast； Who sleepes in chaines that night； his last； Next morn is wak't with a repreeve； And from his trance； not dream bid live； Wonders （his sence not having scope） Who speaks； his friend or his false hope。 So Amarantha heard； but feare Dares not yet trust her tempting care； And as againe her arms oth' ground Spread pillows for her head； a sound More dismall makes a swift divorce； And starts her thus：Rage； rapine； force！ Ye blew…flam'd daughters oth' abysse； Bring all your snakes； here let them hisse； Let not a leaf its freshnesse keep； Blast all their roots； and as you creepe； And leave behind your deadly slime； Poyson the budding branch in's prime： Wast the proud bowers of this grove； That fiends may dwell in it； and move As in their proper hell； whilst she Above laments this tragedy： Yet pities not our fate； oh faire Vow…break
