the true come on

QUICKNESS Henry Vaughan FALSE life! a foil and no more, when   Wilt thou be gone? Thou foul deception of all men That would not have the true come on.   Thou art a Moon-like toil; a blinde         5   Self-posing state; A dark contest of waves and winde; A meer tempestuous debate.   Life is a fix’d, discerning light,   A knowing Joy;        10 No chance, or fit: but ever bright, And calm and full, yet doth not cloy.   ’Tis such a blissful thing, that still   Doth vivifie, And shine and smile, and hath the skill        15 To please without Eternity.  …

obliquid / aliquid

+++ … that power and vertue which ye spake,That ye here worke, doth many changes take,And your owne natures change: for, each of youThat vertue have, or this, or that to make,Is checkt and changed from his nature trew,By others opposition or obliquid view. -Spenser, Mutability canto VII,  54 +++ Those hours, that with gentle work did frameThe lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,Will play the tyrants to the very sameAnd that unfair which fairly doth excel:For never-resting time leads summer onTo hideous winter and confounds him there;Sap cheque’d with frost and lusty leaves quite gone,Beauty o’ersnow’d and bareness…

double malady / double penance

+++Long languishing in double malady,  of my hearts wound and of my body’s grief:  there came to me a leech that would apply  fit medicines for my body’s best reliefVain man (quoth I) that hast but little prief:  in deep discovery of the mind’s disease,  is not the heart of all the body chief?  and rules the members as it self doth please.Then with some cordials seek first to appease,  the inward languor of my wounded heart,  and then my body shall have shortly ease:  but such sweet cordials pass Physicians art.Then my life’s Leech do you your skill reveal,  and with one salve both heart and body heal.Spenser 50+++O,…

all things one

SOLIMAN: … You move me; yet remove I not.Man comprehends a man, but not a king.I feel myself (tis true) and I feel you;How to itself can power then prove untrue?Succession on the present never winsBut by the death of body, or of spirit:Let not misprision wound me in thy love:Great inequality of worth you yieldTo them, you think can on my ruins build. +++ CAMENA … In what a labyrinth is honor cast,Drawn divers ways with sex, with time, with state?In all which error’s course is infinite,By hope, by fear, by spite, by love, and hate;And but one only…

thin lines hardly seen but never ended

Caelica LXXVII The heathen gods finite in power, wit, birth,Yet worshipped for their good deeds to men,At first kept stations between heaven and earth,Alike just to the castle and the den;Creation, merit, nature duly weighed,And yet, in show, no rule but will obeyed. Till time, and selfness, which turn worth to arts,Love into compliments, and things to thought,Found out new circles to enthrall men’s heartsBy laws; wherein while thrones seem overwrought,Power finely hath surprised this faith of man,And taxed his freedom at more than he can. For to the scepters, judges laws reserveAs well the practic, as expounding sense,From which…