T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
To a Young Gentleman in Love
By Matthew Prior (16641721)(A Tale) FROM public noise and factious strife, | |
From all the busy ills of life, | |
Take me, my Celia, to thy breast, | |
And lull my wearied soul to rest. | |
For ever, in this humble cell, | 5 |
Let thee and I, my fair one, dwell; | |
None enter else, but Love—and he | |
Shall bar the door, and keep the key. | |
To painted roofs, and shining spires | |
(Uneasy seats of high desires) | 10 |
Let the unthinking many crowd, | |
That dare be covetous and proud: | |
In golden bondage let them wait, | |
And barter happiness for state. | |
But oh! my Celia, when thy swain | 15 |
Desires to see a court again, | |
May Heaven around this destin’d head | |
The choicest of its curses shed! | |
To sum up all the rage of Fate, | |
In the two things I dread and hate; | 20 |
Mayest thou be false, and I be great! | |
Thus, on his Celia’s panting breast, | |
Fond Celadon his soul express’d; | |
While with delight the lovely maid | |
Receiv’d the vows, she thus repaid: | 25 |
Hope of my age, joy of my youth, | |
Blest miracle of love and truth! | |
All that could e’er be counted mine, | |
My love and life, long since are thine: | |
A real joy I never knew, | 30 |
Till I believ’d thy passion true: | |
A real grief I ne’er can find, | |
Till thou prov’st perjur’d or unkind. | |
Contempt, and poverty, and care, | |
All we abhor, and all we fear, | 35 |
Blest with thy presence, I can bear. | |
Through waters, and through flames I’ll go, | |
Sufferer and solace of thy woe: | |
Trace me some yet unheard-of way, | |
That I thy ardour may repay; | 40 |
And make my constant passion known, | |
By more than woman yet has done. | |
Had I a wish that did not bear | |
The stamp and image of my dear; | |
I’d pierce my heart through every vein, | 45 |
And die to let it out again. | |
No; Venus shall my witness be, | |
(If Venus ever lov’d like me) | |
That for one hour I would not quit | |
My shepherd’s arms, and this retreat, | 50 |
To be the Persian monarch’s bride, | |
Partner of all his power and pride; | |
Or rule in regal state above, | |
Mother of gods, and wife of Jove. | |
O happy these of human race! | 55 |
But soon, alas! our pleasures pass. | |
He thank’d her on his bended knee; | |
Then drank a quart of milk and tea: | |
And leaving her ador’d embrace, | |
Hasten’d to court, to beg a place. | 60 |
While she, his absence to bemoan, | |
The very moment he was gone, | |
Call’d Thyrsis from beneath the bed! | |
Where all this time he had been hid. | |
MORAL While men have these ambitious fancies; | 65 |
And wanton wenches read romances; | |
Our sex will—What? out with it. Lie; | |
And theirs in equal strains reply. | |
The moral of the tale I sing | |
(A posy for a wedding ring) | 70 |
In this short verse will be confin’d: | |
Love is a jest, and vows are wind. | |