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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530180" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Satyr IX. The State Of Love Imitated Fm An Elegy Of Mons:r Desportes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the st season of the infant earth<br>When all from Chaos took their orderd birth<br>When mankind from the hand of heaven came<br>All pure & white ere vice had gott a name <br>But evry act with innocence indu'd<br>Was more by nature then from knowledge good<br>Love mighty powr did graciously descend<br>grew fond of man & here wth man remaind<br>In their unsullyd hearts he chose to stay<br>their bliss anights their buisness all the day<br>Nor wonder if in such he made abode<br>No temples better can befitt a god<br>His gentle influence did their soules inspire<br>Each found a mate nor wanted amorous fire<br>Evn when injoyment had allayd desire<br>Secure of sweet content they daily livd<br>Content unmixd with fears to be deceivd<br>their tongues their reall sentiments disclosd<br>Nor studyd language on the ears imposd<br>their eyes an undissembling flame expresst<br>& they who felt it most coud speak it least<br>desert & softness love or beauty were<br>their onely arts to make a yielding fair<br>Plain undesigning love that never knew<br>to practise crueltys as Empire grew<br>to fashion smiles with managd airs to court<br>& wound a tender breast in barb'rous sport<br>twas more then riches riches coud not move<br>the meanest thought them not a price for love</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when the vices to a head increast<br>& all this age of downy pleasure ceast<br>when gold by glistring showd its dark abode<br>& fickleness began to be the mode<br>When feigning was by way of breeding taught<br>& onely worth his wealth the lover thought<br>When first to speak the mind was reckond shame<br>& masqd hypocrisy took honours name<br>the fatall change with anger Cupid saw<br>& thus bespoke ym ready to withdraw</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hence lett us hence with Just abhorrence go<br>for ill their happyness these mortalls know<br>Who slight the mighty favours I bestow</div><div style="margin:10px 0">then darting upwards soon ye clouds he gaind<br>& hung in air his purpose thus explaind</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You shall repent ungratefull race you shall<br>& know too late the Joyes from whence you fall <br>the loss regretting by your selves undon<br>who true contentments heavnly blisses shun<br>& after false appearing pleasures run<br>Since all in common do my Godhead slight<br>On all in common shall my fury light</div><div style="margin:10px 0">& first on men who wont their hours employ<br>In my soft paths of simple artless Joy<br>Who woud be free tho for the worse you change<br>My powr shall thus my slighted gifts revenge<br>Henceforth your charmers shall be versd in arts<br>Not loving faithless & designing hearts<br>the tend'rest shall their pitty least obtain<br>they'le feel a pride ore many slaves to reign<br>to make believing fooles then give ym pain<br>their look their smile their action their intent<br>Shall all against your peace of Soul be bent<br>Now hope restraining when it forward bears<br>Now quickning hope when you're restraind by fears<br>Oft seeming kind then scrupulously nice<br>& mixing as it were their flames with Ice<br>to keep confusd irresolute & rackt<br>those bosoms they by various wayes distract<br>What pains you then shall feel wt rage express<br>How many purposes to love ym less<br>How many oaths to shun their sight you'le swear<br>Which never shall be kept against the fair<br>A tear a word thats feignd shall soon restore<br>their empire & enslave their rebells more<br>No matter what you saw you must believe<br>for strange enchantments may the sight deceive</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nay more Ile change my quiver bow & darts<br>to make mad work within your alterd hearts<br>Nor ever give the pleasing wounds I usd<br>Ere you my empire scornd my laws refusd<br>Here one a nymph that is deformd shall fire<br>another one to honour lost admire<br>& while all night by others she's embracd<br>The wretch shall doat because she acts the chast<br>Some shall be prodigall their end to gain<br>Nor know that who gives most shall least obtain<br>their hopes will still be fed but never don<br>to keep them still in play & loving on <br>In short Ile make them feel & own it pain<br>to live beneath inconstant womans chain<br>& know their folly when they scornd my reign</div><div style="margin:10px 0">& You ye women shall confess it too<br>repenting that you ere from me withdrew<br>You who have given wealth its powr to move<br>& triumph ore the sacred rites of love<br>Who vice to virtue ignorance to parts<br>& mony can prefer to faithfull hearts<br>Who think to sell your selves is nothing mean<br>& from the prostituted bed reap gain<br>You never never shall again perceive<br>the wondrous sweets that mutuall passions have<br>but for their mighty riches love the great<br>While even they shall win you by deceit<br>their purpose in inveagling flattrys hide<br>& the lost creatures whom they gain deride<br>then leaving those that can be new no more<br>the self same arts to others practise ore<br>by such poor victorys to boast adress<br>& the faint glorys of their fame increase</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As Huntsmen when they have a hare in view<br>Fird & impatient eagerly pursue<br>Now ore the mountains now across the plains<br>& for a little take a world of pains<br>Unweari'd still they follow with delight<br>fond of the hunting tho the game they slight<br>Just so the great their amorous chace shall run<br>Nor ought to gain you shall be left undon<br>With oaths & sighs & tears they will assail<br>but love no more when ever these prevail<br>Unmindfull then of what had causd their cares<br>for other beautys they display their snares</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While you who soon perceive their broken faith<br>their oaths no more esteemd then common breath<br>tho never by my flame divine inspird<br>Shall inly with a rage of soul be fird<br>All spight to find your flatterd charms contemnd<br>& mad to see another more esteemd<br>for Justly thus my anger does ordain<br>that you shoud each create ye others pain</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Cupid thus had spoke his wings he spread<br>& with redoubled springs to heaven fled <br>Nor were in Idle air his curses lost<br>Succeeding ages found them to their cost</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah Madam you alas have found them true<br>The prophesy is made too good on you<br>You've had the great become your beautys slave<br>& by experience know the great deceive<br>& tho' those starrs of love your charming eyes<br>Outshine the brightness of the midday skys<br>tho' your complexion with the morning vies<br>tho all the Graces which around you wait<br>Dwell on each part & fill up beautys state<br>Tho the bright virtues which within remain<br>Might promise you an everlasting reign<br>You see the heart was givn to you before<br>at a new shrine anothers charms adore<br>But cease my lovely weeper cease to mourn<br>The fair that triumphs now will have her turn<br>No charm against inconstancy secures<br>You know the lovers fire but short endures<br>& she'le forsaken meet a fate like yours</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Parnell">Thomas Parnell</a><div class=q>
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