XXIII
Fly to her heart, hover about
her heart,
With dainty kisses mollify
her heart,
Pierce with thy arrows her
obdurate heart,
With sweet allurements ever
move her heart,
At midday and at midnight
touch her heart,
Be lurking closely, nestle
about her heart,
With power—thou
art a god!—command her heart,
Kindle thy coals of love about
her heart,
Yea, even into thyself transform
her heart!
Ah, she must love! Be
sure thou have her heart;
And I must die if thou have
not her heart;
Thy bed if thou rest well,
must be her heart;
He hath the best part sure
that hath her heart;
What have I not, if I have
but her heart!
XXIV
Striving is past! Ah,
I must sink and drown,
And that in sight
of long descried shore!
I cannot send
for aid unto the town,
All help is vain
and I must die therefore.
Then poor distressed caitiff,
be resolved
To leave this
earthly dwelling fraught with care;
Cease will thy
woes, thy corpse in earth involved,
Thou diest for
her that will no help prepare.
O see, my case herself doth
now behold;
The casement open
is; she seems to speak;—
But she has gone!
O then I dare be bold
And needs must
say she caused my heart to break.
I die before I drown, O heavy
case!
It was because I saw my mistress’
face.
XXV
Compare me to Pygmalion with
his image sotted,
For, as was he,
even so am I deceived.
The shadow only
is to me allotted,
The substance
hath of substance me bereaved.
Then poor and helpless must
I wander still
In deep laments
to pass succeeding days,
Welt’ring
in woes that poor and mighty kill.
O who is mighty
that so soon decays!
The dread Almighty hath appointed
so
The final period
of all worldly things.
Then as in time
they come, so must they go;
Death common is
to beggars and to kings
For whither do I run beside
my text?
I run to death, for death
must be the next.
XXVI
The silly bird that hastes
unto the net,
And flutters to
and fro till she be taken,
Doth look some
food or succour there to get,
But loseth life,
so much is she mistaken.
The foolish fly that fleeth
to the flame
With ceaseless
hovering and with restless flight,
Is burned straight
to ashes in the same,
And finds her
death where was her most delight
The proud aspiring boy that
needs would pry
Into the secrets
of the highest seat,
Had some conceit
to gain content thereby,
Or else his folly
sure was wondrous great.
These did through folly perish
all and die:
And though I know it, even
so do I.