XLI THE prison I am in is thy fair face, Wherein my liberty enchainèd lies; My thoughts, the bolts that hold me in the place; My food, the pleasing looks of thy fair eyes. Deep is the prison where I lie enclosed, Strong are the bolts that in this cell contain me; Sharp is the food necessity imposed, When hunger makes me feed on that which pains me. Yet do I love, embrace, and follow fast, That holds, that keeps, that discontents me most; And list not break, unlock, or seek to waste The place, the bolts, the food, though I be lost; Better in prison ever to remain, Than being out to suffer greater pain. XLII WHEN never-speaking silence proves a wonder, When ever-flying flame at home remaineth, When all-concealing night keeps darkness under, When men-devouring wrong true glory gaineth, When soul-tormenting grief agrees with joy, When Lucifer foreruns the baleful night, When Venus doth forsake her little boy, When her untoward boy obtaineth sight, When Sisyphus doth cease to roll his stone, When Otus shaketh off his heavy chain, When beauty, queen of pleasure, is alone, When love and virtue quiet peace disdain ; When these shall be, and I not be, Then will Fidessa pity me. XLIII TELL me of love, sweet Love, who is thy sire, Some say thou art begotten by desire, O sovereign beauty, full of power and grace!But I must be absurd all this denying, Because the fairest fair alive ne'er knew thee. Now, Cupid, comes thy godhead to the trying; 'Twas she alone-such is her power-that slew me; She shall be Love, and thou a foolish boy, Whose virtue proves thy power is but a toy. XLIV No choice of change can ever change my mind; Choiceless my choice, the choicest choice alive; Wonder of women, were she not unkind, The pitiless of pity to deprive. Yet she, the kindest creature of her kind, And well she may, sith by good proof I find XLV MINE eye bewrays the secrets of my heart, Dumb eloquence, the lover's strongest reason!— |