a defence of poesie and poems-第14节

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　by　profane　wits　it　should　be　abused；　to　believe；　with　Landin；　that　they　are　so　beloved　of　the　gods　that　whatsoever　they　write　proceeds　of　a　divine　fury。　　Lastly；　to　believe　themselves；　when　they　tell　you　they　will　make　you　immortal　by　their　verses。

Thus　doing；　your　names　shall　flourish　in　the　printers'　shops：　　thus　doing；　you　shall　be　of　kin　to　many　a　poetical　preface：　　thus　doing；　you　shall　be　most　fair；　most　rich；　most　wise；　most　all：　　you　shall　dwell　upon　superlatives：　　thus　doing；　though　you　be　〃Libertino　patre　natus；〃　you　shall　suddenly　grow　〃Herculea　proles；〃


〃Si　quid　mea　Carmina　possunt：〃


thus　doing；　your　soul　shall　be　placed　with　Dante's　Beatrix；　or　Virgil's　Anchisis。

But　if　（fie　of　such　a　but！）　you　be　born　so　near　the　dull…making　cataract　of　Nilus；　that　you　cannot　hear　the　planet…like　music　of　poetry；　if　you　have　so　earth…creeping　a　mind；　that　it　cannot　lift　itself　up　to　look　to　the　sky　of　poetry；　or　rather；　by　a　certain　rustical　disdain；　will　become　such　a　Mome；　as　to　be　a　Momus　of　poetry；　then；　though　I　will　not　wish　unto　you　the　ass's　ears　of　Midas；　nor　to　be　driven　by　a　poet's　verses；　as　Bubonax　was；　to　hang　himself；　nor　to　be　rhymed　to　death；　as　is　said　to　be　done　in　Ireland；　yet　thus　much　curse　I　must　send　you　in　the　behalf　of　all　poets；　that　while　you　live；　you　live　in　love；　and　never　get　favour；　for　lacking　skill　of　a　sonnet；　and　when　you　die；　your　memory　die　from　the　earth　for　want　of　an　epitaph。




POEMS




POEM：　　TWO　PASTORALS



Made　by　Sir　Philip　Sidney；　upon　his　meeting　with　his　two　worthy　friends　and　fellow　poets；　Sir　Edward　Dyer　and　M。　Fulke　Greville。

Join　mates　in　mirth　to　me；　Grant　pleasure　to　our　meeting；　Let　Pan；　our　good　god；　see　How　grateful　is　our　greeting。　Join　hearts　and　hands；　so　let　it　be；　Make　but　one　mind　in　bodies　three。

Ye　hymns　and　singing　skill　Of　god　Apollo's　giving；　Be　pressed　our　reeds　to　fill　With　sound　of　music　living。　Join　hearts　and　hands；　so　let　it　be；　Make　but　one　mind　in　bodies　three。

Sweet　Orpheus'　harp；　whose　sound　The　stedfast　mountains　moved；　Let　there　thy　skill　abound；　To　join　sweet　friends　beloved。　Join　hearts　and　hands；　so　let　it　be；　Make　but　one　mind　in　bodies　three。

My　two　and　I　be　met；　A　happy　blessed　trinity；　As　three　more　jointly　set　In　firmest　band　of　unity。　Join　hearts　and　hands；　so　let　it　be；　Make　but　one　mind　in　bodies　three。

Welcome　my　two　to　me；　The　number　best　beloved；　Within　my　heart　you　be　In　friendship　unremoved。　Join　hearts　and　hands；　so　let　it　be；　Make　but　one　mind　in　bodies　three。

Give　leave　your　flocks　to　range；　Let　us　the　while　be　playing；　Within　the　elmy　grange；　Your　flocks　will　not　be　straying。　Join　hearts　and　hands；　so　let　it　be；　Make　but　one　mind　in　bodies　three。

Cause　all　the　mirth　you　can；　Since　I　am　now　come　hither；　Who　never　joy；　but　when　I　am　with　you　together。　Join　hearts　and　hands；　so　let　it　be；　Make　but　one　mind　in　bodies　three。

Like　lovers　do　their　love；　So　joy　I　in　you　seeing：　Let　nothing　me　remove　From　always　with　you　being。　Join　hearts　and　hands；　so　let　it　be；　Make　but　one　mind　in　bodies　three。

And　as　the　turtle　dove　To　mate　with　whom　he　liveth；　Such　comfort　fervent　love　Of　you　to　my　heart　giveth。　Join　hearts　and　hands；　so　let　it　be；　Make　but　one　mind　in　bodies　three。

Now　joined　be　our　hands；　Let　them　be　ne'er　asunder；　But　link'd　in　binding　bands　By　metamorphosed　wonder。　So　should　our　severed　bodies　three　As　one　for　ever　joined　be。



POEM：　　DISPRAISE　OF　A　COURTLY　LIFE



Walking　in　bright　Phoebus'　blaze；　Where　with　heat　oppressed　I　was；　I　got　to　a　shady　wood；　Where　green　leaves　did　newly　bud；　And　of　grass　was　plenty　dwelling；　Decked　with　pied　flowers　sweetly　smelling。

In　this　wood　a　man　I　met；　On　lamenting　wholly　set；　Ruing　change　of　wonted　state；　Whence　he　was　transformed　late；　Once　to　shepherds'　God　retaining；　Now　in　servile　court　remaining。

There　he　wand'ring　malecontent；　Up　and　down　perplexed　went；　Daring　not　to　tell　to　me；　Spake　unto　a　senseless　tree；　One　among　the　rest　electing；　These　same　words；　or　this　affecting：

〃My　old　mates　I　grieve　to　see　Void　of　me　in　field　to　be；　Where　we　once　our　lovely　sheep　Lovingly　like　friends　did　keep；　Oft　each　other's　friendship　proving；　Never　striving；　but　in　loving。

〃But　may　love　abiding　be　In　poor　shepherds'　base　degree？　It　belongs　to　such　alone　To　whom　art　of　love　is　known：　Seely　shepherds　are　not　witting　What　in　art　of　love　is　fitting。

〃Nay；　what　need　the　art　to　those　To　whom　we　our　love　disclose？　It　is　to　be　used　then；　When　we　do　but　flatter　men：　Friendship　true；　in　heart　assured；　Is　by　Nature's　gifts　procured。

〃Therefore　shepherds；　wanting　skill；　Can　Love's　duties　best　fulfil；　Since　they　know　not　how　to　feign；　Nor　with　love　to　cloak　disdain；　Like　the　wiser　sort；　whose　learning　Hides　their　inward　will　of　harming。

〃Well　was　I；　while　under　shade　Oaten　reeds　me　music　made；　Striving　with　my　mates　in　song；　Mixing　mirth　our　songs　among。　Greater　was　the　shepherd's　treasure　Than　this　false；　fine；　courtly　pleasure。

〃Where　how　many　creatures　be；　So　many　puffed　in　mind　I　see；　Like　to　Juno's　birds　of　pride；　Scarce　each　other　can　abide：　Friends　like　to　black　swans　appearing；　Sooner　these　than　those　in　hearing。

〃Therefore；　Pan；　if　thou　may'st　be　Made　to　listen　unto　me；　Grant；　I　say；　if　seely　man　May　make　treaty　to　god　Pan；　That　I；　without　thy　denying；　May　be　still　to　thee　relying。

〃Only　for　my　two　loves'　sake；　In　whose　love　I　pleasure　take；　Only　two　do　me　delight　With　their　ever…pleasing　sight；　Of　all　men　to　thee　retaining；　Grant　me　with　those　two　remaining。

〃So　shall　I　to　thee　always　With　my　reeds　sound　mighty　praise：　And　first　lamb　that　shall　befall；　Yearly　deck　thine　altar　shall；　If　it　please　thee　to　be　reflected；　And　I　from　thee　not　rejected。〃

So　I　left　him　in　that　place；　Taking　pity　on　his　case；　Learning　this　among　the　rest；　That　the　mean　estate　is　best；　Better　filled　with　contenting；　Void　of　wishing　and　repenting。



POEM：　　DIRGE



Ring　out　your　bells；　let　mourning　shows　be　spread；　For　Love　is　dead：　All　Love　is　dead；　infected　With　plague　of　deep　disdain：　Worth；　as　nought　worth；　rejected；　And　faith　fair　scorn　doth　gain。　From　so　ungrateful　fancy；　From　such　a　female　frenzy；　From　them　that　use　men　thus；　Good　Lord；　deliver　us。

Weep；　neighbours；　weep；　do　you　not　hear　it　said　That　Love　is　dead：　His　death…bed；　peacock's　folly：　His　winding…sheet　is　shame；　His　will；　false…seeming　holy；　His　sole　executor；　blame。　From　so　ungrateful　fancy；　From　such　a　female　frenzy；　From　them　that　use　men　thus；　Good　Lord；　deliver　us。

Let　dirge　be　sung；　and　trentals　rightly　read；　For　Love　is　dead：　Sir　Wrong　his　tomb　ordaineth　My　mistress'　marble　heart；　Which　epitaph　containeth；　〃Her　eyes　were　once　his　dart。〃　From　so　ungrateful　fancy；　From　such　a　female　frenzy；　From　them　that　use　men　thus；　Good　Lord；　deliver　us。

Alas！　I　lie：　　rage　hath　this　error　bred；　Love　is　not　dead；　Love　is　not　dead；　but　sleepeth　In　her　unmatched　mind：　Where　she　his　counsel　keepeth　Till　due　deserts　she　find。　Therefore　from　so　vile　fancy；　To　call　such　wit　a　frenzy：　Who　Love　can　temper　thus；　Good　Lord；　deliver　us。



POEM：　　STANZAS　TO　LOVE



Ah；　poor　Love；　why　dost　thou　live；　Thus　to　see　thy　service　lost；　If　she　will　no　comfort　give；　Make　an　end；　yield　up　the　ghost！

That　she　may；　at　length；　approve　That　she　hardly　long　believed；　That　the　heart　will　die　for　love　That　is　not　in　time　relieved。

Oh；　that　ever　I　was　born　Service　so　to　be　refused；　Faithful　love　to　be　forborn！　Never　love　was　so　abused。

But；　sweet　Love；　be　still　awhile；　She　that　hurt　thee；　Love；　may　heal　thee；　Sweet！　　I　see　within　her　smile　More　than　reason　can　reveal　thee。

For；　though　she　be　rich　and　fair；　Yet　she　is　both　wise　and　kind；　And；　therefore；　do　thou　not　despair　But　thy　faith　may　fancy　find。

Yet；　although　she　be　a　queen　That　may　such　a　snake　despise；　Yet；　with　silence　all　unseen；　Run；　and　hide　thee　in　her　eyes：

Where　if　she　will　let　thee　die；　Yet　at　latest　gasp　of　breath；　Say　that　in　a　lady's　eye　Love　both　took　his　life　and　death。



POEM：　　A　REMEDY　FOR　LOVE



Philoclea　and　Pamela　sweet；　By　chance；　in　one　great　house　did　meet；　And　meeting；　did　so　join　in　heart；　That　th'　one　from　th'　other　could　not　part：　And　who　indeed　（not　made　of　stones）　Would　separate　such　lovely　ones？　The　one　is　beautiful；　and　fair　As　orient　pearls　and　rubies　are；　And　sweet　as；　after　gentle　showers；　The　breath　is　of　some　thousand　flowers：　For　due　proportion；　such　an　air　Circles　the　other；　and　so　fair；　That　it　her　brownness　beautifies；　And　doth　enchant　the　wisest　eyes。

Have　you　not　seen；　on　some　great　day；　Two　goodly　horses；　white　and　bay；　Which　were　so　beauteous　in　their　pride；　You　knew　not　which　to　choose　or　ride？　Such　are　these　two；　you　scarce　can　tell；　Which　is　the　daintier　bonny　belle；　And　they　are　such；　as；　by　my　troth；　I　had　been　sick　with　love　of　both；　And　might　have　sadly　said；　'Good…night　Discretion　and　good　fortune　quite；'　But　that　young　Cupid；　my　old　master；　Presented　me　a　sovereign　plaster：　Mopsa！　ev'n　Mopsa！　（precious　pet）　Whose　lips　of　marble；　teeth　of　jet；　Are　spells　and　charms　of　strong　defence；　To　conjure　down　concupiscence。

How　oft　have　I　been　reft　of　sense；　By　gazing　on　their　excellence；　But　meeting　Mopsa　in　my　way；　And　looking　on　her　face　of　clay；　B