第7章 FIRST BOOK(4)
24◆A DITTY
My true-love hath my heart， and I have his，
By just exchange one for another given：
I hold his dear， and mine he cannot miss，
There never was a better bargain driven：
My true-love hath my heart， and I have his.
His heart in me keeps him and me in one，
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides：
He loves my heart， for once it was his own，
I cherish his because in me it bides：
My true-love hath my heart， and I have his.
SIR P. SIDNEY
25◆LOVE'S OMNIPRESENCE
Were I as base as is the lowly plain，
And you， my Love， as high as heaven above，
Yet should the thoughts of me your humble swain
Ascend to heaven， in honour of my Love.
Were I as high as heaven above the plain，
And you， my Love， as humble and as low
As are the deepest bottoms of the main，
Whereso'er you were， with you my love should go.
Were you the earth， dear Love， and I the skies，
My love should shine on you like to the sun，
And look upon you with ten thousand eyes
Till heaven wax'd blind， and till the world were done.
Whereso'er I am， below， or else above you，
Whereso'er you are， my heart shall truly love you.
J. SYLVESTER
26◆CARPE DIEM
O Mistress mine， where are you roaming？
O， stay and hear！ your true-love's coming
That can sing both high and low；
Trip no further， pretty sweeting，
Journeys end in lovers'meeting—
Every wise man's son doth know.
What is love？'tis not hereafter；
Present mirth hath present laughter；
What's to come is still unsure：
In delay there lies no plenty， —
Then come kiss me， Sweet-and-twenty，
Youth's a stuf will not endure.
W. SHAKESPEARE
27◆WINTER
When icicles hang by the wall
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail，
And Tom bears logs into the hall，
And milk comes frozen home in pail；
When blood is nipt， and ways be foul，
Then nightly sings the staring owl
Tuwhoo！
Tuwhit！ Tuwhoo！ A merry note！
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
When all aloud the wind doth blow，
And coughing drowns the parson's saw，
And birds sit brooding in the snow，
And Marian's nose looks red and raw；
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl—
Then nightly sings the staring owl
Tuwhoo！
Tuwhit！ Tuwhoo！ A merry note！
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
W. SHAKESPEARE
28◆THAT TIME OF YEAR THOU MAY'ST IN ME BEHOLD
That time of year thou may'st in me behold
When yellow leaves， or none， or few， do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold，
Bare ruin'd choirs， where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west，
Which by and by black night doth take away，
Death's second self， that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fre，
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie
As the death-bed whereon it must expire，
Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by：
—This thou perceiv'st， which makes thy love more strong，
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
W. SHAKESPEARE
29◆REMEMBRANCE
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past，
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought，
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste；
Then can I drown an eye， unused to fow，
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night，
And weep afresh love's long-since-cancell'd woe，
And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight.
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone，
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoanéd moan，
Which I new pay as if not paid before：
—But if the while I think on thee， dear friend，
All losses are restored， and sorrows end.
W. SHAKESPEARE
30◆REVOLUTIONS
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore，
So do our minutes hasten to their end；
Each changing place with that which goes before，
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity once in the main of light，
Crawls to maturity， wherewith being crown'd，
Crooked eclipses'gainst his glory fght，
And Time that gave， doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfx the fourish set on youth，
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow；
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth，
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow：
And yet， to times in hope， my verse shall stand
Praising Thy worth， despite his cruel hand.
W. SHAKESPEARE
31◆FAREWELL！ THOU ART TOO DEAR FOR MY POSSESSING
Farewell！ thou art too dear for my possessing，
And like enough thou know'st thy estimate：
The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing；
My bonds in thee are all determinate.
For how do I hold thee but by thy granting？
And for that riches where is my deserving？
The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting，
And so my patent back again is swerving.
Thyself thou gav'st， thy own worth then not knowing，
Or me， to whom thou gav'st it， else mistaking；
So thy great gift， upon misprision growing，
Comes home again， on better judgement making.
Thus have I had thee as a dream doth fatter；
In sleep， a king； but waking， no such matter.
W. SHAKESPEARE
32◆THE LIFE WITHOUT PASSION
They that have power to hurt， and will do none，
That do not do the thing they most do show，
Who， moving others， are themselves as stone，
Unmovéd， cold， and to temptation slow， —
They rightly do inherit Heaven's graces，
And husband nature's riches from expense；
They are the lords and owners of their faces，
Others， but stewards of their excellence.
The summer's fower is to the summer sweet，
Though to itself it only live and die；
But if that fower with base infection meet，
The basest weed outbraves his dignity：
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds；
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
W. SHAKESPEARE
33◆THE LOVER'S APPEAL
And wilt thou leave me thus？
Say nay！ say nay！ for shame！
To save thee from the blame
Of all my grief and grame.
And wilt thou leave me thus？
Say nay！ say nay！
And wilt thou leave me thus，
That hath loved thee so long
In wealth and woe among？
And is thy heart so strong
As for to leave me thus？
Say nay！ say nay！
And wilt thou leave me thus，
That hath given thee my heart
Never for to depart
Neither for pain nor smart？
And wilt thou leave me thus？
Say nay！ say nay！
And wilt thou leave me thus，
And have no more pity
Of him that loveth thee？
Alas！ thy cruelty！
And wilt thou leave me thus？
Say nay！ say nay！
SIR T. WYATT