The Penguin Book of English Verse

Presence to each half Of attractiveness tyes, the place ask yourself ideas the guts There excitement dyes: Presence plagues minde and senses With modesties defences, Absence is loose: ideas doe in absence venter On Cupids shadowed heart, They winke and notice. yet innovations be now not so courageous, With absent pleasure; For you with that you've got Your selfe smash: The absence that you glory, Is that which makes you sory, And burne in vaine: For suggestion isn't the weapon, Wherewith thoughts-ease males cheapen, Absence is paine. (1633) Sonnet LXXXIV Farewell candy Boy, complaine now not of my fact; Thy mom lov’d thee now not with extra devotion; For to thy Boyes play I gave all my early life, Yong grasp, I did wish in your promoting. whereas a few sought Honours, Princes ideas looking at, Many woo’d popularity, the kid of paine and agony, Others judg’d inward strong a chiefe deserving, I in thy wanton Visions joy’d to languish. I bow’d to not thy picture for succession, Nor certain thy bow to shoot reformed kindnesse, Thy playes of desire and feare have been my confession, The spectacles to my existence was once thy blindnesse; yet Cupid now farewell, i'll goe play me, With concepts that please me lesse, and lesse betray me. (1633) Sonnet LXXXV Love is the Peace, whereto all innovations doe attempt, performed and started with all our powers in a single: the 1st and final in us that's alive, finish of the great, and therewith pleas’d by myself. Perfections spirit, Goddesse of the minde, undergone wish, wish, griefe and feare, an easy Goodnesse within the flesh refin’d, Which of the joyes to return doth witnesse beare. consistent, since it sees no reason to varie, A Quintessence of Passions overthrowne, Rais’d principally that vary of items hold, A Nature by means of no different nature knowne: For Glorie’s of eternitie a body, That by way of all our bodies else obscures her identify. (1633) Sonnet XCIX Downe within the intensity of mine iniquity, That gruesome heart of infernall spirits; the place each one sinne feeles her owne deformity, In those strange torments she inherits, Depriv’d of humane graces, and divine, Even there appeares this saving God of mine. And during this fatall mirrour of transgression, Shewes guy as fruit of his degeneration, The errours gruesome limitless influence, Which beares the faithlesse downe to desperation; Depriv’d of humane graces and divine, Even there appeares this saving God of mine. In strength and fact, Almighty and eternall, Which at the sinne displays unusual desolation, With glory scourging all of the Sprites infernall, And uncreated hell with unprivation; Depriv’d of humane graces, no longer divine, Even there appeares this saving God of mine. For in this sp’rituall Crosse condemned mendacity, To paines infernall via eternall doome, I see my Saviour for a similar sinnes demise, And from that hell I fear’d, to unfastened me, come; Depriv’d of humane graces, no longer divine, therefore hath his demise rais’d up this soule of mine.