Ad amicam corruptam.
- 1No love is so deere (quiverd Cupid flie)
- 2That my chiefe wish should be so oft to die.
- 3Minding thy fault, with death I wish to revill,
- 4Alas a wench is a perpetuall evill.
- 5No intercepted lines thy deedes display,
- 6No gifts given secretly thy crime bewray.
- 7O would my proofes as vaine might be withstood,
- 8Aye me poore soule, why is my cause so good.
- 9He's happy, that his love dares boldly credit,
- 10To whom his wench can say, I never did it.
- 11He's cruell, and too much his griefe doth favour
- 12That seekes the conquest by her loose behaviour.
- Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus13Poore wretch I sawe when thou didst thinke I slumbred,
- 14Not drunke, your faults in the spilt wine I numbred.
- 15I sawe your nodding eye-browes much to speake,
- 16Even from your cheekes parte of a voice did breake.
- 17Not silent were thine eyes, the boord with wine
- 18Was scribled, and thy fingers writ a line.
- Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus19I knew your speech (what do not lovers see?)
- 20And words that seem'd for certaine markes to be.
- 21Now many guests were gone, the feast being done,
- 22The youthfull sort to divers pastimes runne.
- 23I sawe you then unlawfull kisses joyne,
- 24(Such with my tongue it likes me to purloyne).
- 25None such the sister gives her brother grave,
- 26But such kinde wenches let their lovers have.
- 27Phoebus gave not Diana such tis thought,
- 28But Venus often to her Mars such brought.
- pg 4229What doest, I cryed transportst thou my delight?
- 30My lordly hands Ile throwe upon my right.
- 31Such blisse is onely common to us two,
- 32In this sweete good, why hath a third to do?
- 33This, and what grife inforc'd me say I say'd,
- 34A scarlet blush her guilty face arayed.
- 35Even such as by Aurora hath the skie,
- 36Or maides that their betrothed husbands spie.
- 37Such as a rose mixt with a lilly breedes,
- 38Or when the Moone travailes with charmed steedes.
- 39Or such, as least long yeares should turne the die,
- Editor’s Note40Arachne staynes Assyrian ivory.
- 41To these, or some of these like was her colour,
- 42By chaunce her beauty never shined fuller.
- 43She viewed the earth: the earth to viewe, beseem'd her
- 44She looked sad: sad, comely I esteem'd her.
- 45Even kembed as they were, her lockes to rend,
- 46And scratch her faire soft cheekes I did intend.
- 47Seeing her face, mine upreard armes discended,
- 48With her owne armor was my wench defended.
- 49I that ere-while was fierce, now humbly sue,
- 50Least with worse kisses she should me indue.
- 51She laught, and kissed so sweetly as might make
- 52Wrath-kindled Jove away his thunder shake.
- 53I grieve least others should such good perceive,
- 54And wish hereby them all unknowne to leave.
- 55Also much better were they then I tell,
- 56And ever seemed as some new sweete befell.
- 57Tis ill they pleas'd so much, for in my lips,
- 58Lay her whole tongue hid, mine in hers she dips.
- 59This grieves me not, no joyned kisses spent,
- 60Bewaile I onely, though I them lament.
- 61No where can they be taught but in the bed,
- 62I know no maister of so great hire sped.
13 wretch] Dyce; wench Mason
13 Poore wretch I sawe] Ipse miser vidi.
II. v 19 see?)] ⁓)?
19 I knew your speech (what do not lovers see?)] Sermonem agnovi (quid non videatur amanti?); modern texts have quod non videatur, agentem, without parentheses.
40 Arachne] Maeonis. Arachne was the daughter of a dyer, born in Maeonia, a country in Asia Minor. She was skilled in needlework, and challenged Minerva to a competition; when she lost, Arachne hung herself in despair. The goddess turned her into a spider.