Of female humours; nor the Protean rages Of pied-faced fashion, that doth shrink and swell, Working poor men like waxen images, And makes them apish strangers where they dwell, Can alter her, titles of primacy, Courtship of antic gestures, brainless jests, VII. To living virtues turns the deadly vices; And sloth itself, for she will never rise No constancy to that her mind doth move, VIII. Nor riches to the virtues of my love, Shows Laws for care, and Canons for content; And as a purple tincture given to glass, By clear transmission of the sun doth taint Doth reverence in her viewers' brows depaint, And like the pansy, with a little veil, She gives her inward work the greater grace; Which my lines imitate, though much they fail Her gifts so high, and times' conceit so base; Her virtues then above my verse must raise her, For words want art, and Art wants words to praise her. IX. For words want art, and Art wants words to praise her; Yet shall my active and industrious pen Wind his sharp forehead through those parts that raise her, And register her worth past rarest women. Herself shall be my Muse; that well will know Her proper inspirations; and assuage— With her dear love-the wrongs my fortunes show, Which to my youth bind heartless grief in age. Herself shall be my comfort and my riches, And all my thoughts I will on her convert; Honour, and error, which the world bewitches, Shall still crown fools, and tread upon desert, And never shall my friendless verse envy Muses that Fame's loose feathers beautify. X. Muses that Fame's loose feathers beautify, Have most inspired, and shown their glories there To noblest wits, and men of highest doom, That for the kingly laurel bent affair The theatres of Athens and of Rome, Have been the crowns, and not the base impair. Far, then, be this foul cloudy-brow'd contempt From like-plumed birds: and let your sacred rhymes From honour's court their servile feet exempt, That live by soothing moods, and serving times: And let my love adorn with modest eyes, Muses that sing Love's sensual emperies. Lucidius olim. THE AMOROUS ZODIAC. I. I NEVER see the sun, but suddenly My soul is moved with spite and jealousy II. To think heaven decks with such a beauteous show, A harp, a ship, a serpent, or a crow; And such a crew of creatures of no prices, But to excite in us th' unshamefaced flames, With which, long since, Jove wrong'd so many dames, Reviving in his rule their names and vices. III. Dear mistress, whom the Gods bred here below, T'express their wondrous power, and let us know That before thee they nought did perfect make; Why may not I-as in those signs, the sunShine in thy beauties, and as roundly run, To frame, like him, an endless Zodiac, IV. With thee I'll furnish both the year and sky, And thou shalt be the rest of all my moving, To give my moons their full in twelve months' spaces, I choose but twelve in guerdon of my loving. V. Keeping even way through every excellence, Of a new Zodiac; a new Phoebus guising, VI. To open then the spring-time's golden gate, I'll enter by thy head, and have for house VII. Lodged in that fleece of hair, yellow and curl'd, |