Given that you freely given me consent to love,
How will you do?
Shall I your delight, or passion move,
Once I begin to pursue;
Do you distress, or mock, or adore me too?
All trivial grace can disdain, and I
Spight of your hate
Lacking your permission can see, and perish;
Bestow a grander Destiny!
It's simple to ruin, you could form.
Then allow me leave to cherish, & adore me too
Without design
To uplift, as Loves cursed rebels do
While complaining Bards lament,
Fame to their beauty, from their weeping gaze.
Sorrow is a pond and mirrors not distinct
Thy beauty’s beams;
Joys are pure streames, your eyes appear
Sullen in sadder songs,
Through happy lines they shine luminous with acclaim.
Which shall not allude to portray you fair
Wounds, blazes, and arrows,
Storms in your brow, traps in your hayr,
Corrupting all your features,
Or else to deceive, or afflict captive affections.
I’ll render your vision like morning orbs appear,
Just as mild, and fair;
Thy brow as crystal smooth, and transparent,
And your unkempt locks
Will drift like a tranquil Zone of the Ayr.
Abundant Nature’s treasury (which is the Writer's Wealth)
I’l use, to adorn
Thy beauties, if your Wellspring of Joy
In matching appreciation
One but open, so we mutually grace.
This composition examines the relationship of love and acclaim, as the poet engages with a lady who seeks his love. Rather, he proposes a reciprocal exchange of poetic admiration for personal pleasures. The language is elegant, combining courtly traditions with frank utterances of longing.
In the stanzas, the author dismisses usual themes of unrequited passion, like sorrow and lamentation, arguing they cloud true grace. The speaker favors happiness and acclaim to emphasize the maiden's attributes, vowing to render her vision as radiant stars and her tresses as streaming atmosphere. The approach highlights a pragmatic yet clever outlook on bonds.
Rich Nature’s hoard (which is the Writer's Riches)
I’l spend, to dress
Your charms, if your Mine of Pleasure
With equal gratitude
One but open, so we mutually grace.
The verse summarizes the essential deal, in which the writer pledges to use his creative gifts to honor the woman, as compensation for her openness. This wording blends devout hints with worldly yearnings, adding depth to the poem's meaning.
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