XV. A POESY TO PROVE AFFECTION IS NOT LOVE.1 (Before 1602.) ONCEIT, begotten by the eyes, For many things the eyes approve, For as the seeds in spring time sown Desire himself runs out of breath, And, getting, doth but gain his death: 'Davison's "Poetical Rhapsody," 1602-1621. Desire nor reason hath nor rest, And, blind, doth seldom choose the best: But as the cinders of the fire. As ships in ports desired are drowned, And yet some poets fain would prove W. R. XVI. THE LIE.1 (Certainly before 1608; possibly before 1596.) O, Soul, the body's guest, Fear not to touch the best; The truth shall be thy warrant: 1 Signed "Wa: Raleigh" in MS. Chetham, 8012, p. 103, and headed "Sir Walter Wrawly his lye" in a MS. of Mr. Collier's; see his "Bibl. Cat.," vol. ii. p. 224. Also ascribed Go, since I needs must die, Say to the court, it glows And shines like rotten wood; Tell potentates, they live Tell men of high condition, That manage the estate, And if they once reply, Then give them all the lie. to Raleigh by name in a contemporary answer in the Chetham MS. p. 107, and by implication in some other early replies; see appendix to the Introduction, A. No. IV. It was in serted by Birch in 1751 among Raleigh's "Minor Works," vol. ii. p. 396, as " The Farewell." Many other old copies are anonymous; e. g. in Davison's "Poetical Rhapsody," 16081621 (p. 100); in MS. Tann., 306, fol. 188; in Harl. MS. 6910, fol. 141, verso, and in Harl. MS. 2296, fol. 135. Some of these texts contain both additions and mutilations; and spurious copies are found among the poems of Sylvester, p. 652, editions 1633 and 1641, and of Lord Pembroke, p. 104, edition 1660. Tell them that brave it most, They beg for more by spending, Who, in their greatest cost, Seek nothing but commending: Tell zeal it wants devotion; Tell age it daily wasteth; And as they shall reply, Tell wit how much it wrangles Tell physic of her boldness; Tell charity of coldness; Tell law it is contention : And as they do reply, Tell fortune of her blindness; And if they will reply, Then give them all the lie. Tell arts they have no soundness, If arts and schools reply, Give arts and schools the lie. Tell faith it's fled the city; Tell how the country erreth; And if they do reply, So when thou hast, as I Commanded thee, done blabbing,— Although to give the lie Deserves no less than stabbing,— Stab at thee he that will, No stab the soul can kill: |