Thus she replies: “Thy palfrey as he should,
Welcomes the warm approach of sweet desire,
Affection is a coal that must be cool’d;
Else, suffer’d, it will set the heart on fire, 388
The sea hath bounds, but deep desire hath none;
Therefore no marvel though thy horse be gone.
“How like a jade he stood tied to the tree,
Servilely master’d with a leathern rein! 392
But when he saw his love, his youth’s fair fee,
He held such petty bondage in disdain;
Throwing the base thong from his bending crest,
Enfranchising his mouth, his back, his breast. 396
“Who sees his true-love in her naked bed,
Teaching the sheets a whiter hue than white,
But when his glutton eye so full hath fed,
His other agents aim at like delight? 400
Who is so faint that dare not be so bold
To touch the fire, the weather being cold?
“Let me excuse thy courser, gentle boy,
And learn of him, I heartily beseech thee, 404
To take advantage on presented joy,
Though I were dumb, yet his proceedings teach thee.
O learn to love, the lesson is but plain,
And once made perfect, never lost again.” 408
“I know not love,” quoth he, “nor will not know it,
Unless it be a boar, and then I chase it;
’Tis much to borrow, and I will not owe it;
My love to love is love but to disgrace it; 412
For I have heard, it is a life in death,
That laughs and weeps, and all but with a breath.
“Who wears a garment shapeless and unfinish’d?
Who plucks the bud before one leaf put forth? 416
If springing things be any jot diminish’d,
They wither in their prime, prove nothing worth;
The colt that’s back’d and burden’d being young,
Loseth his pride, and never waxeth strong. 420
“You hurt my hand with wringing. Let us part,
And leave this idle theme, this bootless chat:
Remove your siege from my unyielding heart,
To love’s alarms it will not ope the gate: 424
Dismiss your vows, your feigned tears, your flatt’ry;
For where a heart is hard they make no batt’ry.”
“What! canst thou talk?” quoth she, “hast thou a tongue?
O would thou hadst not, or I had no hearing; 428
Thy mermaid’s voice hath done me double wrong;
I had my load before, now press’d with bearing:
Melodious discord, heavenly tune, harsh-sounding,
Ear’s deep sweet music, and heart’s deep sore wounding.
“Had I no eyes but ears, my ears would love 433
That inward beauty and invisible;
Or were I deaf, thy outward parts would move
Each part in me that were but sensible: 436
Though neither eyes nor ears, to hear nor see,
Yet should I be in love by touching thee.
“Say that the sense of feeling were bereft me,
And that I could not see, nor hear, nor touch, 440
And nothing but the very smell were left me,
Yet would my love to thee be still as much;
For from the stillitory of thy face excelling
Comes breath perfum’d, that breedeth love by smelling.