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第1章

From off a hill whose concave womb reworded

A plaintful story from a sist'ring vale,

My spirits t'attend this double voice accorded,

And down I laid to list the sad-tuned tale,

Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale,

Tearing of papers,breaking rings atwain,

Storming her world with sorrow's wind and rain.

Upon her head a platted hive of straw,

Which fortified her visage from the sun,

Whereon the thought might think sometime it saw

The carcase of a beauty spent and done.

Time had not scythed all that youth begun,

Nor youth all quit,but spite of heaven's fell rage

Some beauty peeped through lattice of seared age.

Oft did she heave her napkin to her eyne,

Which on it had conceited characters,

Laund'ring the silken figures in the brine

That seasoned woe had pelleted in tears,

And often reading what contents it bears;

As often shrieking undistinguished woe,

In clamours of all size,both high and low.

Sometimes her levelled eyes their carriage ride,

As they did batt'ry to the spheres intend;

Sometime diverted their poor balls are tied

To th'orbed earth;sometimes they do extend

Their view right on;anon their gazes lend

To every place at once,and nowhere fixed,

The mind and sight distractedly commixed.

Her hair,nor loose nor tied in formal plat,

Proclaimed in her a careless hand of pride;

For some,untucked,descended her sheaved hat,

Hanging her pale and pined cheek beside;

Some in her threaden fillet still did bide,

And,true to bondage,would not break from thence,

Though slackly braided in loose negligence.

A thousand favours from a maund she drew

Of amber,crystal,and of beaded jet,

Which one by one she in a river threw,

Upon whose weeping margent she was set;

Like usury applying wet to wet,

Or monarchs'hands that lets not bounty fall

Where want cries some,but where excess begs all.

Of folded schedules had she many a one,

Which she perused,sighed,tore,and gave the flood;

Cracked many a ring of posied gold and bone,

Bidding them find their sepulchres in mud;

Found yet moe letters sadly penned in blood,

With sleided silk feat and affectedly

Enswathed and sealed to curious secrecy.

These often bathed she in her fluxive eyes,

And often kissed,and often 'gan to tear;

Cried,'O false blood,thou register of lies,

What unapproved witness dost thou bear!

Ink would have seemed more black and damned here!

This said,in top of rage the lines she rents,

Big discontents so breaking their contents.

A reverend man that grazed his cattle nigh,

Sometime a blusterer that the ruffle knew

Of court,of city,and had let go by

The swiftest hours observed as they flew,

Towards this afflicted fancy fastly drew;

And,privileged by age,desires to know

In brief the grounds and motives of her woe.

So slides he down upon his grained bat,

And comely distant sits he by her side;

When he again desires her,being sat,

Her grievance with his hearing to divide.

If that from him there may be aught applied

Which may her suffering ecstasy assuage,

'Tis promised in the charity of age.

'Father,'she says,'though in me you behold

The injury of many a blasting hour,

Let it not tell your judgement I am old:

Not age,but sorrow,over me hath power.

I might as yet have been a spreading flower,

Fresh to myself,if I had self-applied

Love to myself,and to no love beside.

'But woe is me!too early I attended

A youthful suit-it was to gain my grace-

O,one by nature's outwards so commended

That maidens'eyes stuck over all his face.

Love lacked a dwelling and made him her place;

And when in his fair parts she did abide,

She was new lodged and newly deified.

'His browny locks did hang in crooked curls;

And every light occasion of the wind

Upon his lips their silken parcels hurls.

What's sweet to do,to do will aptly find:

Each eye that saw him did enchant the mind;

For on his visage was in little drawn

What largeness thinks in Paradise was sawn.

'Small show of man was yet upon his chin;

His phoenix down began but to appear,

Like unshorn velvet,on that termless skin,

Whose bare out-bragged the web it seemed to wear:

Yet showed his visage by that cost more dear;

And nice affections wavering stood in doubt

If best were as it was,or best without.

'His qualities were beauteous as his form,

For maiden-tongued he was,and thereof free;

Yet if men moved him,was he such a storm

As oft 'twixt May and April is to see,

When winds breathe sweet,unruly though they be.

His rudeness so with his authorized youth

Did livery falseness in a pride of truth.

'Well could he ride,and often men would say,

"That horse his mettle from his rider takes:

Proud of subjection,noble by the sway,

What rounds,what bounds,what course,what stop he makes!"

And controversy hence a question takes

Whether the horse by him became his deed,

Or he his manage by th'well-doing steed.

'But quickly on this side the verdict went:

His real habitude gave life and grace

To appertainings and to ornament,

Accomplished in himself,not in his case,

All aids,themselves made fairer by their place,

Came for additions;yet their purposed trim

Pierced not his grace,but were all graced by him.

'So on the tip of his subduing tongue

All kind of arguments and question deep,

All replication prompt,and reason strong,

For his advantage still did wake and sleep.

To make the weeper laugh,the laugher weep,

He had the dialect and different skill,

Catching all passions in his craft of will,

'That he did in the general bosom reign

Of young,of old,and sexes both enchanted,

To dwell with him in thoughts,or to remain

In personal duty,following where he haunted.

Consents bewitched,ere he desire,have granted,

And dialogued for him what he would say,

Asked their own wills,and made their wills obey.

'Many there were that did his picture get,

To serve their eyes,and in it put their mind;

Like fools that in th'imagination set

The goodly objects which abroad they find

Of lands and mansions,theirs in thought assigned;

And labouring in moe pleasures to bestow them

Than the true gouty landlord which doth owe them.

'So many have,that never touched his hand,

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