The Passionate Pilgrim
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I.
| When my love swears that she is made of truth, | 1
I do believe her, though I know she lies, | 2
That she might think me some untutor'd youth, | 3
Unskilful in the world's false forgeries. | 4
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, | 5
Although I know my years be past the best, | 6
I smiling credit her false-speaking tongue, | 7
Outfacing faults in love with love's ill rest. | 8
But wherefore says my love that she is young? | 9
And wherefore say not I that I am old? | 10
O, love's best habit is a soothing tongue, | 11
And age, in love, loves not to have years told. | 12
Therefore I'll lie with love, and love with me, | 13
Since that our faults in love thus smother'd be. | 14
| II.
| Two loves I have, of comfort and despair, | 15
That like two spirits do suggest me still; | 16
My better angel is a man right fair, | 17
My worser spirit a woman colour'd ill. | 18
To win me soon to hell, my female evil | 19
Tempteth my better angel from my side, | 20
And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, | 21
Wooing his purity with her fair pride. | 22
And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend, | 23
Suspect I may, yet not directly tell: | 24
For being both to me, both to each friend, | 25
I guess one angel in another's hell; | 26
The truth I shall not know, but live in doubt, | 27
Till my bad angel fire my good one out. | 28
| III.
| Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye, | 29
'Gainst whom the world could not hold argument, | 30
Persuade my heart to this false perjury? | 31
Vows for thee broke deserve not punishment. | 32
A woman I forswore; but I will prove, | 33
Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee: | 34
My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love; | 35
Thy grace being gain'd cures all disgrace in me. | 36
My vow was breath, and breath a vapour is; | 37
Then, thou fair sun, that on this earth doth shine, | 38
Exhale this vapour vow; in thee it is: | 39
If broken, then it is no fault of mine. | 40
If by me broke, what fool is not so wise | 41
To break an oath, to win a paradise? | 42
| IV.
| Sweet Cytherea, sitting by a brook | 43
With young Adonis, lovely, fresh, and green, | 44
Did court the lad with many a lovely look, | 45
Such looks as none could look but beauty's queen. | 46
She told him stories to delight his ear; | 47
She showed him favors to allure his eye; | 48
To win his heart, she touch'd him here and there,-- | 49
Touches so soft still conquer chastity. | 50
But whether unripe years did want conceit, | 51
Or he refused to take her figured proffer, | 52
The tender nibbler would not touch the bait, | 53
But smile and jest at every gentle offer: | 54
Then fell she on her back, fair queen, and toward: | 55
He rose and ran away; ah, fool too froward! | 56
| V.
| If love make me forsworn, how shall I swear to love? | 57
O never faith could hold, if not to beauty vow'd: | 58
Though to myself forsworn, to thee I'll constant prove; | 59
Those thoughts, to me like oaks, to thee like osiers bow'd. | 60
Study his bias leaves, and makes his book thine eyes, | 61
Where all those pleasures live that art can comprehend. | 62
If knowledge be the mark, to know thee shall suffice; | 63
Well learned is that tongue that well can thee commend; | 64
All ignorant that soul that sees thee without wonder; | 65
Which is to me some praise, that I thy parts admire: | 66
Thine eye Jove's lightning seems, thy voice his dreadful | 67
thunder, | 68
Which, not to anger bent, is music and sweet fire. | 69
Celestial as thou art, O do not love that wrong, | 70
To sing heaven's praise with such an earthly tongue. | 71
| VI.
| Scarce had the sun dried up the dewy morn, | 72
And scarce the herd gone to the hedge for shade, | 73
When Cytherea, all in love forlorn, | 74
A longing tarriance for Adonis made | 75
Under an osier growing by a brook, | 76
A brook where Adon used to cool his spleen: | 77
Hot was the day; she hotter that did look | 78
For his approach, that often there had been. | 79
Anon he comes, and throws his mantle by, | 80
And stood stark naked on the brook's green brim: | 81
The sun look'd on the world with glorious eye, | 82
Yet not so wistly as this queen on him. | 83
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