Author: Gordon (---.p.pppool.de)
Date: 02-06-06 20:23
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I tried being reasonable, I didn\'t like it.
Things are pretty, graceful, rich, elegant, handsome, but, until they speak to the imagination, not yet
How oft when thou, my music, music play\'st,
Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds
With thy sweet fingers when thou gently sway\'st
The wiry concord that mine ear confounds,
Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap,
To kiss the tender inward of thy hand,
Whilst my poor lips which should that harvest reap,
At the wood\'s boldness by thee blushing stand!
To be so tickled, they would change their state
And situation with those dancing chips,
O\'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait,
Making dead wood more bless\'d than living lips.
Since saucy jacks so happy are in this,
Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss.
As a decrepit father takes delight
To see his active child do deeds of youth,
So I, made lame by Fortune\'s dearest spite,
Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth;
For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit,
Or any of these all, or all, or more,
Entitled in thy parts, do crowned sit,
I make my love engrafted, to this store:
So then I am not lame, poor, nor despis\'d,
Whilst that this shadow doth such substance give
That I in thy abundance am suffic\'d,
And by a part of all thy glory live.
Look what is best, that best I wish in thee:
This wish I have; then ten times happy me!
How can my muse want subject to invent,
While thou dost breathe, that pour\'st into my verse
Thine own sweet argument, too excellent
For every vulgar paper to rehearse?
O! give thy self the thanks, if aught in me
Worthy perusal stand against thy sight;
For who\'s so dumb that cannot write to thee,
When thou thy self dost give invention light?
Be thou the tenth Muse, ten times more in worth
Than those old nine which rhymers invocate;
And he that calls on thee, let him bring forth
Eternal numbers to outlive long date.
If my slight muse do please these curious days,
The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise.