the rape of lucrece-第6节
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As palmers' chat makes short their pilgrimage。
'Where now I have no one to blush with me；
To cross their arms and hang their heads with mine；
To mask their brows and hide their infamy；
But I alone alone sit and pine；
Seasoning the earth with show'rs of silver brine；
Mingling my talk with tears； my grief with groans；
Poor wasting monuments of lasting moans。
'O Night； thou furnace of foul…reeking smoke；
Let not the jealous Day behold that face
Which underneath thy black all…hiding cloak
Immodestly lies martyred with disgrace！
Keep still possession of thy gloomy place；
That all the faults which in thy reign are made
May likewise be sepulchred in thy shade！
'Make me not object to the tell…tale Day。
The light will show； charactered in my brow；
The story of sweet chastity's decay；
The impious breach of holy wedlock vow；
Yea； the illiterate； that know not how
To cipher what is writ in learned books；
Will quote my loathsome trespass in my looks。
'The nurse； to still her child； will tell my story；
And fright her crying babe with Tarquin's name；
The orator； to deck his oratory；
Will couple my reproach to Tarquin's shame；
Feast…finding minstrels； tuning my defame；
Will tie the hearers to attend each line；
How Tarquin wronged me； I Collatine
'Let my good name； that senseless reputation；
For Collatine's dear love be kept unspotted；
If that be made a theme for disputation；
The branches of another root are rotted；
And undeserved reproach to him allotted
That is as clear from this attaint of mine
As I ere this was pure to Collatine。
'O unseen shame！ invisible disgrace！
O unfelt sore！ crest…wounding； private scar！
Reproach is stamped in Collatinus' face；
And Tarquin's eye may read the mot afar；
〃How he in peace is wounded； not in war。
〃Alas； how many bear such shameful blows；
Which not themselves； but he that gives them knows！
'If； Collatine； thine honour lay in me；
From me by strong assault it is bereft。
My honey lost； and I； a drone…like bee；
Have no perfection of my summer left；
But robbed and ransacked by injurious theft。
In thy weak hive a wand'ring wasp hath crept；
And sucked the honey which thy chaste bee kept。
'Yet am I guilty of thy honour's wrack；
Yet for thy honour did I entertain him；
Coming from thee； I could not put him back；
For it had been dishonour to disdain him；
Besides； of weariness he did complain him；
And talked of virtue： O unlooked…for evil；
When virtue is profaned in such a devil！
'Why should the worm intrude the maiden bud？
Or hateful cuckoos hatch in sparrows' nests？
Or toads infect fair founts with venom mud？
Or tyrant folly lurk in gentle breasts？
Or kings be breakers of their own behests？
〃But no perfection is so absolute
That some impurity doth not pollute。
'The aged man that coffers up his gold
Is plagued with cramps and gouts and painful fits；
And scarce hath eyes his treasure to behold；
But like still…pining Tantalus he sits；
And useless barns the harvest of his wits；
Having no other pleasure of his gain
But torment that it cannot cure his pain。
'So then he hath it when he cannot use it；
And leaves it to be mast'red by his young；
Who in their pride do presently abuse it。
Their father was too weak； and they strong；
To hold their cursed…blessed fortune long。
〃The sweets we wish for turn to loathed sours
〃Even in the moment that we call them ours。
'Unruly blasts wait on the tender spring；
Unwholesome weeds take root with precious flowers：
The adder hisses where the sweet birds sing；
What virtue breeds iniquity devours。
We have no good that we can say is ours
But ill…annexed Opportunity
Or kills his life or else his quality。
'O Opportunity； thy guilt is great！
'Tis thou that execut'st the traitor's treason；
Thou sets the wolf where he the lamb may get；
Whoever plots the sin； thou point'st the season；
'Tis thou that spurn'st at right； at law； at reason；
And in thy shady cell； where none may spy him；
Sits Sin； to seize the souls that wander by him。
'Thou mak'st the vestal violate her oath；
Thou blow'st the fire when temperance is thawed；
Thou smother'st honesty； thou murd'rest troth；
Thou foul abettor！ thou notorious bawd！
Thou plantest scandal and displacest laud。
Thou ravisher； thou traitor； thou false thief；
Thy honey turns to gall； thy joy to grief！
'Thy secret pleasure turns to open shame；
Thy private feasting to a public fast；
Thy smoothing titles to a ragged name；
Thy sugared tongue to bitter wormwood taste；
Thy violent vanities can never last；
How comes it then； vile Opportunity；
Being so bad； such numbers seek for thee？
'When wilt thou be the humble suppliant's friend；
And bring him where his suit may be obtained？
When wilt thou sort an hour great strifes to end？
Or free that soul which wretchedness hath chained？
Give physic to the sick； ease to the pained？
The poor； lame； blind； halt； creep； cry out for thee；
But they ne'er meet with Opportunity。
'The patient dies while the physician sleeps；
The orphan pines while the oppressor feeds；
Justice is feasting while the widow weeps；
Advice is sporting while infection breeds；
Thou grant'st no time for charitable deeds；
Wrath； envy； treason； rape； and murder's rages；
Thy heinous hours wait on them as their pages。
'When Truth and Virtue have to do with thee；
A thousand crosses keep them from thy aid；
They buy thy help； but Sin ne'er gives a fee；
He gratis comes； and thou art well appaid
As well to hear as grant what he hath said。
My Collatine would else have come to me
When Tarquin did； but he was stayed by thee。
'Guilty thou art of murder and of theft；
Guilty of perjury and subornation；
Guilty of treason； forgery and shift；
Guilty of incest； that abomination；
An accessary by thine inclination
To all sins past and all that are to come；
From the creation to the general doom。
'Misshapen Time； copesmate of ugly Night；
Swift subtle post； carrier of grisly care；
Eater of youth； false slave to false delight；
Base watch of woes； sin's pack…horse； virtue's snare；
Thou nursest all and murd'rest all that are。
O； hear me then； injurious； shifting Time！
Be guilty of my death； since of my crime。
'Why hath thy servant Opportunity
Betrayed the hours thou gavest me to repose；
Cancelled my fortunes and enchained me
To endless date of never…ending woes？
Time's office is to fine the hate of foes；
To eat up errors by opinion bred；
Not spend the dowry of a lawful bed。
'Time's glory is to calm contending kings；
To unmask falsehood and bring truth to light；
To stamp the seal of time in aged things；
To wake the morn and sentinel the night；
To wrong the wronger till he render right；
To ruinate proud buildings with thy hours
And smear with dust their glitt'ring golden towers；
'To fill with worm…holes stately monuments；
To feed oblivion with decay of things；
To blot old books and alter their contents；
To pluck the quills from ancient ravens' wings；
To dry the old oak's sap and cherish springs；
To spoil antiquities of hammered steel
And turn the giddy round of Fortune's wheel；
'To show the beldam daughters of her daughter；
To make the child a man； the man a child；
To slay the tiger that doth live by slaughter；
To tame the unicorn and lion wild；
To mock the subtle in themselves beguiled；
To cheer the ploughman with increased crops；
And waste huge stones with little water…drops。
'Why work'st thou mischief in thy pilgrimage；
Unless thou couldst return to make amends？
One poor retiring minute in an age
Would purchase thee a thousand thousand friends；
Lending him wit that to bad debtors lends。
O； this dread night； wouldst thou one hour come back；
I could prev
