SONNET XII. ELIA, of all sweet courtesies resolve me! For wished grace, how must I now be doing? Hath made each parcel to my sole undoing! Those wires which should thy corps to mine unite, Those ruddy plums embrued with heavenly foods, W SONNET XIII. ITH grievous thoughts and weighty care oppiest, Of Cyprian dreams, which did me sore molest, No sooner was I past the temple's gate, But from the shrine, where VENUS wont to stand, Did beckon to me with her ivory hand. Weening She was the Goddess of the Fane, 146 W CŒLIA. SONNET XIV. W. Percy 1594 HEN once I saw that no intreats would move her; Against white CUPID and his golden Mother, In high contempt, base words I uttered: Nor be they pleased to give us all these wounds, SONNET XV. Echo. HAT is the Fair, to whom so long I plead? W What is her face, so angel-like ? Then unto Saints in mind, Sh'is not unlike ? Fie, no, it is impossible! About her straight then only our best! How must I first her loves to me approve? How if She say I may not kiss her? Lead. Kiss her! For all her bobs I must them bear, or miss her? Yes, sir! Then will She yield at length to Love? To love! Even so! Even so! By NARCISSE! is it true? Truc! Adieu! SONNET XVI. HAT may be thought of thine untowardness, What may be hoped of so strange uncouthness, Then if I wish thou would'st not tyrannize; Frown on! smile on! mock me! despise me! threat me! All shall not make me leave for to intreat thee! R SONNET XVII. ELENT, my dear, yet unkind CŒLIA! At length, relent, and give my sorrows end! And set a trophy on a froward friend! Nor tributes, nor imposts, nor other duties Then quick relent! thyself surrender us! 148 CELIAN SONNET XVIII. W. Percy. 1594. CANNOT conquer and be conquerèd!”. If thus I die, an honest cause of love Although my friends may rue my chance for aye, 圈 .SONNET XIX. T SHALL be said I died for CŒLIA! Then quick, thou grisly man of Erebus, Transport me hence unto PROSERPINA, To be adjudged as "wilful amorous." To be hung up within the liquid air! For all the sighs which I in vain have wasted: To be through Lethe's waters cleansèd fair! For those dark clouds which have my looks o'ercasted: To be condemned to everlasting fire! Because at CUPID'S fire, I wilful brent me, And to be clad for deadly dumps in mire. Among so many plagues which shall torment me, One solace I shall find, when I am over; It will be known I died a constant lover! R SONNET XX. ECEIVE these writs, my sweet and dearest Friend! I'll walk forlorn along the willow shades, There will I wail the lot that Fortune sent me, Since unkind Fates permit me not t'enjoy her; FINIS. To PARTHENO PHIL! Upon his LA YA and PARTHENOPHE. W MADRIGAL. HEN first I heard thy loves to LAYA, I joy thy chance, for fear of afterclap! Unwily man! why couldst not keep thee there? The beast once 'scaped will ever shun the trap! What tell'st thou me, "By spells,* th' hast won thy Dear? Charmed Love endures but whilst the Charm doth last! |