Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845.
StanzasXIII. Anonymous
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Mounting high, though often turning;
Quench it, y
None can stifle it by taming.
Lighting never, ever fuming;
Quench it, it is straight aswaging;
Give it vent, it’s ever raging.
Nought for love, but love exacting;
Boundlesse in its search and notion,
Restlesse in its course and motion.
For vile ends, base work exacting,
Lawes impossible affecting;
Nought but blind obedience expecting.
Clouded sometimes, and then shining;
And this fortune telling ever,
He who loveth ceaseth never.
For our good, but still designing
With her false lights to deceive us,
And of truth and peace bereave us.
Fruit and plenty still bestowing;
Wafting us into an ocean
Where we drowne in love’s devotion.
All her banks, to our undoing,
And a sea that’s ever raging—
Neither heat nor thirst aswaging.
Yield their sent and shady bowers,
Ready are to fill with pleasure
Those who to love are at leisure.
Where wild weeds make bainfull bowers;
Fitted to destroy at leisure
Those whose deity is pleasure.
Keeps a strict watch over hower;
Hath its parts so well combining,
As it fears not force nor mining.
Those who trust it with betraying;
And to yield so quickly signing,
As it feares not force nor mining.
But one saint to be ador’d;
And whose altars feed their fire
With heart single and intire.
Under every shape that’s evil
Is ador’d; and whose fires
Black and scorch with foul desires.
Makes the harmony the sweeter;
If y
Then y
Contributes so much unto it,
As at y
Ends in anguish and in sadnesse.
Bonds untying, burthens easing;
Chide he may, but never rages;
One whose very work is wages.
Breaking heads and giving plaisters;
Fierce and foolish in commanding,
To his bargaine never standing.