ENGL 241 Final Passage ID

Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind,
But as for me, alas, I may no more.
The vain travail hath wearied me so sore,
I am of them that farthest cometh behind.
Yet may I, by no means, my wearied mind
Draw from the deer, but as she fleeth afore,
Fainting I follow. I leave off, therefore,
Since in a net I seek to hold the wind.
Who list her hunt, I put him out of doubt,
As well as I, may spend his time in vain.
And graven with diamonds in letters plain
There is written, her fair neck round about,
“Noli me tangere, for Caesar's I am,
And wild for to hold, though I seem tame.”

Whoso list to hunt

They flee from me, that sometime did me seek
With naked foot stalking* in my chamber. [walking softly]
I have seen them gentle, tame, and meek,
That now are wild and do not remember
That sometime they put themself in danger
To take bread at my hand; and now they range,
Busily seeking with a continual change.

They flee from me

Thanked be fortune it hath been otherwise
Twenty times better; but once in special,
10 In thin array, after a pleasant guise,* [made in a pleasing fashion]
When her loose gown from her shoulders did fall,
And she me caught in her arms long and small,
Therewithal* sweetly did me kiss [with that]
And softly said, “Dear heart, how like you this?”
15 It was no dream, I lay broad waking.
But all is turned thorough* my gentleness, [through]
Into a strange fashion of forsaking;
And I have leave to go, of her goodness,
And she also, to use newfangleness.* [fickleness]
But since that I so kindely am served,
I fain would know what she hath deserved.

They flee from me

One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washèd it away: Agayne I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tyde, and made my paynes his pray. "Vayne man," said she, "that doest in vaine assay, mortall thing so to immortalize, For I my selve shall lyke to this decay, And eek my name bee wypèd out lykewize." "Not so," quod I, "let baser things devize To dy in dust, but you shall live by fame: My verse your vertues rare shall eternize, and in the heavens wryte your glorious name. Where whenas death shall all the world subdew, Our love shall live, and later life renew.

Amoretti

Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show,
That the dear She might take some pleasure of my pain,
Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know,
Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain,
I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe,
Studying inventions fine, her wits to entertain,
Oft turning others' leaves, to see if thence would flow
Some fresh and fruitful showers upon my sunburned brain.
But words came halting forth, wanting Invention's stay;
Invention, Nature's child, fled step-dame Study's blows,
And others' feet still seemed but strangers in my way.
Thus great with child to speak, and helpless in my throes,
Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite,
“Fool,” said my Muse to me, “look in thy heart and write.”

Astrophil and Stella

Not at first sight, nor with a dribbèd shot, [ineffectual, at random]Love gave the wound, which while I breathe will bleed,But known worth did in mine of time proceed,Till by degrees it had full conquest got.I saw, and liked; I liked, but lovèd not;I loved, but straight did not what Love decreed;At length to Love's decrees I, forced, agreed,Yet with repining at so partial lot. [unfair]Now even that footstep of lost liberty Is gone, and now like slave-born MuscoviteI call it praise to suffer tyranny;And now employ the remnant of my wit To make myself believe that all is well,While with a feeling skill I paint my hell.

Astrophil and Stella

O joy, too high for my low style to show,
O bliss, fit for a nobler state then me!
Envy, put out thine eyes, least thou do see
What oceans of delight in me do flow.
My friend, that oft saw through all masks my woe,
Come, come, and let me pour myself on thee:
Gone is the winter of my misery;
My spring appears, O see what here doth grow.
For __ hath, with words where faith doth shine,
Of her high heart given me the monarchy:
I, I, O I may say, that she is mine.
And though she give but thus conditionly
This realm of bliss, while virtuous course I take,
No kings be crowned but they some covenants make.

Astrophil and Stella

When Sorrow (using mine own fire’s might)
Melts down his lead into my boiling breast,
Through that dark furnace to my heart oppressed,
There shines a joy from thee my only light;
But soon as thought of thee breeds my delight,
And my young soul flutters to thee, his nest,
Most rude Despair, my daily unbidden guest,
Clips straight my wings, straight wraps me in his night,
And makes me then bow down my head, and say,
“Ah what does Phoebus’ gold that wretch avail,
Whom iron doors do keep from use of day?”
So strangely (alas) thy works in me prevail,
That in my woes for thee thou art my joy,
And in my joys for thee my only annoy.

Astrophil and Stella

From fairest creatures we desire increase,That thereby beauty's rose might never die,But as the riper should by time decease,His tender heir might bear his memory;5 But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,[betrothed/drawn into]Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,Making a famine where abundance lies,Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament,10 And only herald to the gaudy spring, [principal]Within thine own bud buriest thy content And, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding. [boor, hoarding]Pity the world, or else this glutton be,To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.

Shakespeare Sonnet

A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted Hast thou, the master mistress of my passion;A woman's gentle heart but not acquainted With shifting change as is false women's fashion;5 An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling, [roving]Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;A man in hue all hues in his controlling,Which steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth.And for a woman wert thou first created, Till Nature as she wrought thee fell a-doting,And by addition me of thee defeated,By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.But since she pricked thee out for women's pleasure,Mine be thy love, and thy love's use their treasure. [sexualenjoyment, interest]

Shakespeare Sonnet

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go*; [walk]
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied* with false compare. [misrepresented]

Shakespeare Sonnet

Busy old fool, unruly sun,
Why dost thou thus,
Through windows, and through curtains call on us?
Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run?
Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide
Late school boys and sour prentices,
Go tell court huntsmen that the king will ride,
Call country ants to harvest offices;
Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime,
Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

The Sun Rising

She is all states, and all princes I,
Nothing else is.
Princes do but play us; compared to this,
All honor's mimic, all wealth alchemy.
Thou, sun, art half as happy as we,
In that the world's contracted thus;
Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be
To warm the world, that's done in warming us.
Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere;
This bed thy center is, these walls thy sphere.

The Sun Rising

If her eyes have not blinded thine,
Look, and tomorrow late, tell me,
Whether both th’Indias of spice and mine
Be where though leftst them, or lie here with me

The Sun Rising

For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love,
Or chide my palsy, or my gout,
My five gray hairs, or ruined fortune, flout,
With wealth your state, your mind with arts improve,
Take you a course, get you a place,
Observe His Honor, or His Grace,
Or the king's real, or his stampèd face
Contemplate; what you will, approve,
So you will let me love.

The Canonization

Call us what you will, we are made such by love;
Call her one, me another fly,
We're tapers too, and at our own cost die,
And we in us find the eagle and the dove.
The phoenix riddle hath more wit
By us: we two being one, are it.
So, to one neutral thing both sexes fit.
We die and rise the same, and prove
Mysterious by this love.

The Canonization

We can die by it, if not live by love,
And if unfit for tombs and hearse
Our legend be, it will be fit for verse;
And if no piece of chronicle we prove,
We'll build in sonnets pretty rooms;
As well a well-wrought urn becomes
The greatest ashes, as half-acre tombs,
And by these hymns, all shall approve
Us canonized for love

The Canonization

Lord, who createdst man in wealth and store,
Though foolishly he lost the same,
Decaying more and more
Till he became
Most poor:
With thee
O let me rise
As larks, harmoniously,
And sing this day thy victories:
Then shall the fall further the flight in me.
My tender age in sorrow did begin:
And still with sicknesses and shame
Thou didst so punish sin,
That I became
Most thin.
With thee
Let me combine,
And feel this day thy victory:
For, if I imp my wing on thine,
Affliction shall advance the flight in me

Easter Wings

Who says that fictions only and false hair
Become a verse? Is there in truth no beauty?
Is all good structure in a winding stair?
May no lines pass, except they do their duty
Not to a true, but painted chair?
Is it no verse, except enchanted groves
And sudden arbors shadow coarse-spun lines?
Must purling* streams refresh a lovers loves? [rippling]
Must all be veiled, while he that reads, divines,
Catching the sense at two removes?
Shepherds are honest people: let them sing;
Riddle who list, for me, and pull for prime:
I envy no man's nightingale or spring;
Nor let them punish me with loss of rhyme,
Who plainly say, My God, My King

Jordan

How vainly men themselves amaze
To win the palm, the oak, or bays,
And their uncessant labors see
Crowned from some single herb or tree,
Whose short and narrow-vergèd shade
Does prudently their toils upbraid;
While all flowers and all trees do close
To weave the garlands of repose!

The Garden

Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less,
Withdraws into its happiness;
The mind, that ocean where each kind
Does straight its own resemblance find,
Yet it creates, transcending these,
Far other worlds, and other seas,
Annihilating all that's made
To a green thought in a green shade.

The Garden

What wondrous life is this I lead!
Ripe apples drop about my head;
The luscious clusters of the vine
Upon my mouth do crush their wine;
The nectarine and curious peach
Into my hands themselves do reach;
Stumbling on melons as I pass,
Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.

The Garden

Such was that happy garden-state,
While man there walked without a mate;
After a place so pure and sweet,
What other help could yet be meet!
But 'twas beyond a mortal's share
To wander solitary there:
Two paradises 'twere in one
To live in paradise alone.

The Garden

To sing of wars, of captains, and of kings,
Of cities founded, commonwealths begun,
For my mean pen are too superior things:
Or how they all, or each their dates have run
Let poets and historians set these forth,
My obscure lines shall not so dim their worth

Prologue

I am obnoxious to each carping tongue
Who says my hand a needle better fits,
A poet's pen all scorn I should thus wrong,
For such despite they cast on female wits:
If what I do prove well, it won't advance,
They'll say it's stol'n, or else it was by chance.

Prologue

Let Greeks be Greeks, and women what they are.
Men have precedency and still excel,
It is but vain unjustly to wage war;
Men can do best, and women know it well
Preeminence in all and each is yours;
Yet grant some small acknowledgement of ours.

And oh ye high flown quills that soar the skies,
And ever with your prey still catch your praise,
If e'er you deign these lowly lines your eyes
Give thyme or parsley wreath, I ask no bays.
This mean and unrefined ore of mine
Will make your glist'ring gold but more to shine

Prologue

Thou ill-formed offspring of my feeble brain,
Who after birth didst by my side remain,
Till snatched from thence by friends, less wise than true,
Who thee abroad, exposed to public view,
Made thee in rags, halting to th' press to trudge,
Where errors were not lessened (all may judge).
At thy return my blushing was not small,
My rambling brat (in print) should mother call,
I cast thee by as one unfit for light,
Thy visage was so irksome in my sight

The Author to her Book

Yet being mine own, at length affection would
Thy blemishes amend, if so I could:
I washed thy face, but more defects I saw,
And rubbing off a spot, still made a flaw.
I stretched thy joints to make thee even feet,
Yet still thou run'st more hobbling than is meet;
In better dress to trim thee was my mind,
But nought save home-spun cloth, i' th' house I find.
In this array 'mongst vulgars mayst thou roam.
In critic's hands beware thou dost not come,
And take thy way where yet thou art not known;
If for thy father asked, say, thou hadst none;
And for thy mother, she alas is poor,
Which caused her thus to send thee out of door

The Author to her Book

No sooner came, but gone, and fal'n asleep.
Acquaintance short, yet parting caused us weep,
Three flowers, two scarcely blown, the last i'th' bud,
Cropped by th'Almighty's hand; yet is He good.
With dreadful awe before Him let's be mute,
Such was His will, but why, let's not dispute,
With humble hearts and mouths put in the dust,
Let's say He's merciful as well as just.
He will return and make up all our losses,
And smile again after our bitter crosses.
Go pretty babe, go rest with sisters twain;
Among the blest in endless joys remain.

On my dear grandchild Simon Bradstreet

Of man's first disobedience, and the fruit
Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste
Brought death into the world, and all our woe,
With loss of Eden, till one greater Man
Restore us, and regain the blissful seat,
Sing Heav'nly Muse, that on the secret top
Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire
That Shepherd, who first taught the chosen seed,
In the beginning how the heav'ns and earth
Rose out of Chaos: Or if Sion hill
Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook that flowed
Fast by the oracle of God; I thence
Invoke thy aid to my advent'rous song,
That with no middle flight intends to soar
Above th' Aonian mount, while it pursues
Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme.

Paradise Lost

And chiefly thou O Spirit, that dost prefer
Before all temples th' upright heart and pure,
Instruct me, for thou know'st; thou from the first
Wast present, and with mighty wings outspread
Dove-like sat’st brooding on the vast Abyss
And mad'st it pregnant: what in me is dark
Illumine, what is low raise and support;
That to the height of this great argument

I may assert Eternal Providence,
And justify the ways of God to men.

Paradise Lost

horror and doubt distract
His troubled thoughts, and from the bottom stir
The Hell within him; for within him Hell
He brings, and round about him, nor from Hell
One step no more than from himself can fly
By change of place: now conscience wakes despair
That slumbered, wakes the bitter memory
Of what he was, what is, and what must be
Worse; of worse deeds worse sufferings must ensue.

Paradise Lost

All hope excluded thus, behold, instead
Of us outcast, exiled, his new delight,
Mankind created, and for him this world.
So farewell hope, and, with hope, farewell fear,
Farewell remorse: all good to me is lost;
Evil be thou my good; by thee at least
Divided empire with Heav'n's King I hold
By thee, and more than half perhaps will reign

Paradise Lost

When I behold this goodly frame,* this world [universe]
Of heav'n and earth consisting, and compute
Their magnitudes, this earth a spot, a grain,
An atom, with the firmament compared
And all her numbered stars, that seem to roll
Spaces incomprehensible (for such
Their distance argues and their swift return
Diurnal*) merely to officiate* light [daily; supply]
Round this opacous* Earth, this punctual* spot, [dark;
pointlike]
One day and night; in all their vast survey
Useless besides, reasoning I oft admire,
How Nature wise and frugal could commit
Such disproportions

Paradise Lost

But whether thus these things, or whether not,
Whether the sun predominant in heav'n
Rise on the earth, or earth rise on the sun...
Solicit* not thy thoughts with matters hid, [disturb]
Leave them to God above, him serve and fear;
Of other creatures, as him pleases best,
Wherever placed, let him dispose: joy thou
In what he gives to thee, this Paradise
And thy faire Eve; heav'n is for thee too high
To know what passes there; be lowly wise:
Think only what concerns thee and thy being;
Dream not of other worlds, what creatures there
Live, in what state, condition or degree,
Contented that thus far hath been revealed
Not of earth only but of highest Heav'n

Paradise Lost

I now see
Bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh, my self
Before me; woman is her name, of man
Extracted; for this cause he shall forgo
Father and mother, and to his wife adhere;
And they shall be one flesh, one heart, one soul.

Paradise Lost

Leave not the faithful side
That gave thee being, still shades thee and protects.
The wife, where danger or dishonor lurks,
Safest and seemliest by her husband stays,
Who guards her, or with her the worst endures

Paradise Lost

Or will God incense his ire
For such a petty trespass, and not praise
Rather your dauntless virtue, whom the pain
Of death denounced, whatever thing death be,
Deterred not from achieving what might lead
To happier life, knowledge of good and evil;
Of good, how just? Of evil, if what is evil
Be real, why not known, since easier shunned?
God therefore cannot hurt ye, and be just;
Not just, not God; not feared then, nor obeyed

Paradise Lost

She gave him of that fair enticing fruit
With liberal hand: he scrupled not to eat
Against his better knowledge, not deceived,
But fondly* overcome with female charm.

Paradise Lost

“I do not pretend, in giving you the
history of this royal slave, to entertain
my reader with adventures of a feigned
hero, whose life and fortunes fancy may
manage at the poet's pleasure; nor in
relating the truth, design to adorn it with
any accidents but such as arrived in
earnest to him. And it shall come simply
into the world, recommended by its own
proper merits and natural intrigues;
there being enough of reality to support
it, and to render it diverting, without the
addition of invention.”

Oroonoko

I was myself an eyewitness to a great part
of what you will find here set down, and
what I could not be witness of, I received
from the mouth of the chief actor in this
history, the hero himself, who gave us the
whole transactions of his youth; and
though I shall omit for brevity's sake, a
thousand little accidents of his life which,
however pleasant to us, where history was
scarce and adventures very rare, yet might
prove tedious and heavy to my reader, in a
world where he finds diversions for every
minute, new and strange. But we who
were perfectly charmed with the character
of this great man were curious to gather
every circumstance of his life.

Oroonoko

They fed him from day to day with promises,
and delayed him till the Lord Governor should
come; so that he began to suspect them of
falsehood, and that they would delay him till
the time of his wife's delivery, and make a
slave of that too, for all the breed is theirs to
whom the parents belong.

Oroonoko

I ought to tell you that the Christians never buy any slaves but they
give 'em some name of their own, their native ones being likely
very barbarous and hard to pronounce; so that Mr. Trefry gave
He that of Caesar, which name will live in that country as
long as that (scarce more) glorious one of the great Roman: for
'tis most evident he wanted no part of the personal courage of
that Caesar, and acted things as memorable, had they been done
in some part of the world replenished with people and historians
that might have given him his due.

Oroonoko

But his misfortune was to fall
in an obscure world, that afforded only a female pen to celebrate
his fame; though I doubt not but it had lived from others'
endeavors if the Dutch, who immediately after his time took that
country, had not killed, banished, and dispersed all those that
were capable of giving the world this great man's life much better
than I have done. And Mr. ______, who designed it, died before he
began it, and bemoaned himself for not having undertook it in
time.

Oroonoko

His face was not of that brown, rusty black which most of that nation
are, but a perfect ebony, or polished jet. His eyes were the most
awful that could be seen, and very piercing; the white of 'em being
like snow, as were his teeth. His nose was rising and Roman, instead
of African and flat; his mouth the finest shaped that could be seen,
far from those great turned lips which are so natural to the rest of
the Negroes. The whole proportion and air of his face was so noble
and exactly formed that, bating his color, there could be nothing in
nature more beautiful, agreeable, and handsome

Oroonoko

Nor did the
perfections of his mind come short of those of his person; for his
discourse was admirable upon almost any subject: and whoever had
heard him speak would have been convinced of their errors, that all
fine wit is confined to the white men, especially to those of
Christendom; and would have confessed that _____ was as
capable even of reigning well, and of governing as wisely, had as
great a soul, as politic maxims, and was as sensible of power, as any
prince civilized in the most refined schools of humanity and learning,
or the most illustrious courts

Oroonoko

Look ye, ye faithless crew," said he, "'tis not life Iseek, nor am I afraid of dying," and at that word, cuta piece of flesh from his own throat, and threw it at'em; "yet still I would live if I could, till I hadperfected my revenge. But oh! it cannot be; I feel lifegliding from my eyes and heart; and if I make nothaste, I shall fall a victim to the shameful whip." Atthat, he ripped up his own belly, and took his bowelsand pulled 'em out, with what strength he could;while some, on their knees imploring, besought himto hold his hand.

Oroonoko

for, I am not covetous, but as ambitious as
ever any of my sex was, is, or can be; which is
the cause, that though I cannot be Henry the
Fifth, or Charles the Second, yet, I endeavor to
be Margaret the First; and, although I have
neither power, time nor occasion to conquer
the world as Alexander and Caesar did; yet
rather than not be mistress of one, since
fortune and the fates would give me none, I
have made one of my own"

Blazing World

my ambition is not only to be empress, but authoress of a whole world....
which creation was more easily and suddenly effected, than the Conquests of
the two famous monarchs of the world, Alexander and Caesar: neither have I
made such disturbances, and caused so many dissolutions of particulars,
otherwise named deaths, as they did.... and if any should like the world I have
made, and be willing to be my subjects, they may imagine themselves such,
and they are such, I mean in their minds, fancies or imaginations; but if they
cannot endure to be subjects, they may create worlds of their own, and
govern themselves as they please: but yet let them have a care, not to prove
unjust usurpers, and to rob me of mine

Blazing World