L'ENVOI LORD of my love, to whom in vassalage To thee I send this written embassage, Duty so great, which wit so poor as mine May make seem bare, in wanting words to show it, But that I hope some good conceit of thine In thy soul's thought, all naked, will bestow it; Till whatsoever star that guides my moving Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee; Till then not show my head where thou mayst prove me. THE LOVER'S NIGHT THOUGHTS WEARY with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head, To work my mind, when body's work's expired : For then my thoughts, from far where I abide, And keep my drooping eyelids open wide, Save that my soul's imaginary sight Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night, Makes black night beauteous and her old face new. Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind For thee and for myself no quiet find. BY NIGHT AND BY DAY HOW can I then return in happy plight That am debarr'd the benefit of rest? When day's oppression is not eased by night, But day by night, and night by day, oppress'd? And each, though enemies to either's reign, I tell the day, to please him thou art bright, heaven: So flatter I the swart-complexion'd night, When sparkling stars twire not, thou gild'st the even. But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer, And night doth nightly make grief's strength seem stronger. AMOR OMNIA VINCIT WHEN, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings. REMEMBRANCE WHEN to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste : Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe, And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear Friend, All losses are restored, and sorrows end. |