{"id":2725,"date":"2021-02-19T21:37:51","date_gmt":"2021-02-19T21:37:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/?p=2725"},"modified":"2021-07-05T22:44:41","modified_gmt":"2021-07-05T22:44:41","slug":"the-description-of-the-violence-of-love","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/?p=2725","title":{"rendered":"The Description of the Violence of Love (from Nature’s Picture(s))"},"content":{"rendered":"

O, said a man<\/em>,<\/span>1<\/sup><\/a><\/span> such love (as this was) sure
\nDoth never in a married pair endure.
\nBut lovers crossed use not to end so well,
\nWhich for to show, a tale I mean to tell.<\/em><\/p>\n

There was a lady virtuous, young, and fair,
\nUnto her father only child and heir,
\nIn her behaviour modest, sweet, and civil,
\nSo innocent, knew only good from evil,
\nYet in her carriage<\/span>2<\/sup><\/a><\/span> had a majestic grace,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 5
\nAnd affable and pleasant was her face.
\nAnother gentleman (whose house did stand<\/span>3<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nHard by her father\u2019s, and was rich in land),<\/span>4<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nHe<\/span>5<\/sup><\/a><\/span> had a son such<\/span>6<\/sup><\/a><\/span> beauty did adorn
\nAs some might think of Venus<\/span>7<\/sup><\/a><\/span> he was born,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 10
\nHis spirit noble, generous, and great,
\nBy nature valiant, disposition<\/span>8<\/sup><\/a><\/span> sweet,
\nHis wit ingenious, and his breeding such:
\nArts, sciences, of pedantry no touch.<\/span>9<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nThis noble gentleman in love did fall\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 15
\nWith this fair lady, who was pleased withal;
\nHe courted her, his service did address:<\/span>10<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nHis love by words and letters did express.
\nThough she seemed coy, his love she did not slight,
\nBut civil answers did in letters write.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 20
\nAt last so well acquainted they did grow,
\nAs<\/span>11<\/sup><\/a><\/span> but one heart each other\u2019s thoughts did know.
\nMeantime their parents did their loves descry,<\/span>12<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nAnd sought all ways to break that unity,
\nForbad<\/span>13<\/sup><\/a><\/span> each others company frequent, \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 25
\nDid all they could love\u2019s meetings to prevent.
\nBut love regards not parents, nor their threats,
\nFor love, the more \u2019tis barred, more strength begets.
\nThus being crossed, by stealth they both did meet,
\nWith<\/span>14<\/sup><\/a><\/span> privacy did make their love more sweet;\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 30
\nAlthough their fears did oft affright their mind
\nLest that their parents should their walks out find.<\/span>15<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nThen<\/span>16<\/sup><\/a><\/span> in the kingdom did rebellion spring;
\nMost of the commons fought against their king,<\/span>17<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nAnd all the gentry that then loyal were\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 35
\nDid to the standard of the king repair.
\nAmongst the rest this noble youth was one;
\nLove bade<\/span>18<\/sup><\/a><\/span> him stay, but honor spurred him on.
\nWhen he declared his mind, her heart it rent;<\/span>19<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nRivers of tears out of her eyes grief sent.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 40
\nAnd<\/span>20<\/sup><\/a><\/span> every tear like bullets pierced his breast,
\nScattered his thoughts, and did his mind molest.
\nSilent long time they stood; at last spake he:
\nWhy doth my love with tears so torture me?<\/p>\n

Why do you blame my eyes, said she, to weep,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 45
\nSince they perceive you faith nor promise keep?
\nFor did you love but half so true as I,
\nRather than part, you\u2019d<\/span>21<\/sup><\/a><\/span> choose to stay and die,
\nBut you excuses make, and take delight,
\nLike cruel thieves, to rob and spoil by night.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 50
\nNow you have stole my heart, away you run,
\nAnd leave a silly<\/span>22<\/sup><\/a><\/span> virgin quite undone.<\/p>\n

If I stay from the wars, what will men say?
\nThey\u2019ll say I make excuse to be away.
\nBy this reproach, a coward I am thought,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 55
\nAnd my disgrace will make you seem in fault
\nTo set your love upon a man so base,
\nBring infamy to us and to our race.
\nTo sacrifice my life for your content,
\nI would not spare; but (dear) in this consent, \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 60
\n\u2019Tis for your sake honor I strive to win,
\nThat I some merit to your worth may bring.<\/p>\n

She
\n<\/strong>If you will go, let me not stay behind,
\nBut take such fortune with you as I find.
\nI\u2019ll be your page, attend you in the field;<\/span>23<\/sup><\/a><\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 65
\nWhen you are weary I will hold your shield.<\/p>\n

He
\n<\/strong>Dear love, that must not be, for women are
\nOf tender bodies, and minds full of fear.
\nBesides, my mind so full of care will be,
\nFor fear a bullet should once light on thee,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 70
\nThat I shall never fight, but strengthless grow,
\nThrough feeble limbs be subject to my foe.
\nWhen thou art safe, my spirits high shall raise,
\nStriving to get a victory of praise.<\/p>\n

With sad laments, these lovers they did part;<\/span>24<\/sup><\/a><\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 75
\nAbsence as arrows sharp doth wound each heart.
\nShe spends her time, to Heaven high<\/span>25<\/sup><\/a><\/span> doth pray
\nThat gods would bless and safe conduct his way.<\/p>\n

The whil\u2019st he fights and Fortune\u2019s favor had,
\nFame brings his<\/span>26<\/sup><\/a><\/span> honor to his mistress sad.<\/span>27<\/sup><\/a><\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 80
\nAll Cavaliers<\/span>28<\/sup><\/a><\/span> that in the army were,
\nThere was not one could with this youth compare.
\nBy love his spirits all were set on fire;
\nLove gave him courage, made his foes retire.<\/p>\n

But O ambitious lovers, how they run\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 85
\nWithout all<\/span>29<\/sup><\/a><\/span> guidance, like Apollo\u2019s son,<\/span>30<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nRun<\/span>31<\/sup><\/a><\/span> out of moderations line\u2014so he
\nInto<\/span>32<\/sup><\/a><\/span> the thickest of the army flee
\nSingly alone, amongst the squadrons deep
\nFighting, sent many one with Death to sleep.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 90
\nBut numbers, with united strength, at last
\nThis noble gallant man from horse did cast.
\nHis body all so thick of wounds was<\/span>33<\/sup><\/a><\/span> set,
\nSafety, it seems, in fight he<\/span>34<\/sup><\/a><\/span> did forget\u2014
\nBut not his love,<\/span>35<\/sup><\/a><\/span> who in his mind still lies;\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 95
\nHe<\/span>36<\/sup><\/a><\/span> wished her there<\/span>37<\/sup><\/a><\/span> to close his dying eyes.<\/span>38<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nSoul, said he, if thou wand\u2019rest in the air,
\nThy service to my mistress be thy care:
\nAttend her close, with her soul friendship make,
\nThen she perchance no other love may take.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 100
\nBut if thou sink down to the shades below,
\nAnd (being a lover)<\/span>39<\/sup><\/a><\/span> to Elysium go,<\/span>40<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nPerchance my mistress\u2019s soul you there may meet,
\nSo walk and talk in love\u2019s discourses sweet.
\nBut if thou art like to a light put out,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 105
\nThy motion\u2019s ceased, then all\u2019s forgot no doubt.
\nWith that, a sigh which from his heart did rise
\nDid mount his soul up to the airy skies.<\/p>\n

The whilst his mistress, being sad with care,
\nKnees worn, spirits spent,<\/span>41<\/sup><\/a><\/span> imploring gods with prayer,\u00a0\u00a0 110
\nA drowsy sleep did all her senses close,
\nBut in her dreams Hermes<\/span>42<\/sup><\/a><\/span> her lover shows
\nWith all his wounds, which made her loud to cry:
\nHelp, help, you gods, said she, that dwell on high!
\nThese fearful dreams her senses all did wake;\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 115
\nIn a cold sweat with fear each limb did shake.
\nThen came a messenger as pale as death,
\nWith panting sides, swoll\u2019n eyes, and shortened breath,
\nAnd by his looks his sadder tale did tell,
\nWhich when she saw, straight in a swoon she fell.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 120
\nAt last her stifled spirits had recourse
\nUnto their usual place,<\/span>43<\/sup><\/a><\/span> but of less force.
\nThen lifting up her eyes, her tongue gave way,
\nAnd thus unto the gods did mourning say:<\/p>\n

Why do we pray<\/span>44<\/sup><\/a><\/span> and offer to high heaven,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 125
\nSince what we ask is seldom to us given?<\/span>45<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nIf their decrees are fixed, what need we pray?
\nNothing can alter fates, nor cross their way.
\nIf they leave all to chance, who can apply?
\nFor every chance is then a deity.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 130
\nBut if a power they keep to work at will,
\nIt shows them cruel to torment us still.
\nWhen we are made, in pain we always live,
\nSick bodies, or grieved<\/span>46<\/sup><\/a><\/span> minds to us they give;
\nWith motions which run cross, composed we are,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 135
\nWhich makes our reason and our sense to jar;
\nWhen they are weary to torment us, must
\nWe then return, and so dissolve to dust.
\nBut if I have my fate in my own power,
\nI will not breathe, nor live another hour;\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 140
\nThen with the gods I shall not be at strife,
\nIf my decree can take away my life.
\nThen on her feeble<\/span>47<\/sup><\/a><\/span> legs she straight did stand,
\nAnd took a pistol charged<\/span>48<\/sup><\/a><\/span> in either hand.
\nHere, dear, said she, I give my heart to thee,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 145
\nAnd by my death divulged<\/span>49<\/sup><\/a><\/span> our loves shall be.
\nThen constant lovers mourners be; when dead
\nThey\u2019ll strew our graves\u2014which is our marriage bed\u2014<\/span>50<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nUpon our hearse a weeping poplar<\/span>51<\/sup><\/a><\/span> set,
\nWhose moist\u2019ning drops<\/span>52<\/sup><\/a><\/span> our death\u2019s-dried<\/span>53<\/sup><\/a><\/span> cheeks may wet; 150
\nTwo cypress garlands at our head shall stand,<\/span>54<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nThat were made up by some fair virgin\u2019s hand,
\nAnd on our cold pale corpse such flowers strew,<\/span>55<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nAs<\/span>56<\/sup><\/a><\/span> hang their heads for grief, and<\/span>57<\/sup><\/a><\/span> downward grow;
\nThen shall they lay us deep in<\/span>58<\/sup><\/a><\/span> quiet grave,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 155
\nWherein our bones long rest and peace may have.
\nLet not our friends a marble tomb erect<\/span>59<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nUpon our graves, but myrtle trees there set;<\/span>60<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nThose may in time a shady grove become,
\nFit for sad lovers\u2019 walks, whose thoughts are dumb,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 160
\nFor melancholy love seeks place obscure,
\nNo noise nor company can it endure,<\/span>61<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nAnd when to ground they cast a dull, sad eye,<\/span>62<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nPerhaps they\u2019ll think on us who therein lie.<\/span>63<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nThus though we\u2019re dead, our memory remains,<\/span>64<\/sup><\/a><\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 165
\nAnd, like a ghost,<\/span>65<\/sup><\/a><\/span> may walk in moving brains,<\/span>66<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nAnd in each head Love\u2019s<\/span>67<\/sup><\/a><\/span> altars for us build
\nTo sacrifice some sighs or tears distilled.
\nThen to her heart the pistol set, and<\/span>68<\/sup><\/a><\/span> shot
\nA bullet in, and so<\/span>69<\/sup><\/a><\/span> her grief forgot.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 170
\nFame with her trumpet blew in every ear;
\nThe sound of this great act spread everywhere.
\nLovers from all parts came by the report
\nUnto her urn, as pilgrims did resort,
\nThere offered praises of her constancy,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 175
\nAnd vowed<\/span>70<\/sup><\/a><\/span> the like unto Love\u2019s deity.<\/p>\n

A woman said that tale expressed love well,
\nAnd showed<\/span>71<\/sup><\/a><\/span> that constancy in death did dwell;
\nFriendship, they say, a thing is so sublime<\/span>72<\/sup><\/a><\/span>,
\nThat Jove himself doth with himself so join,<\/span>73<\/sup><\/a><\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 180
\nDividing himself into equal parts three,
\nYet one pure mind, and perfect power agree:<\/span>74<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nSo loving friendships, having but one will,<\/span>75<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nTheir bodies two,<\/span>76<\/sup><\/a><\/span> one soul doth govern still,
\nAnd though they be always disjoin\u00e8d much,<\/span>77<\/sup><\/a><\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 185
\nYet all their<\/span>78<\/sup><\/a><\/span> senses equally do touch,
\nFor what doth strike the eye, or other part,<\/span>79<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nBegets in all like pleasure, or like smart.<\/span>80<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nSo though in substance form divided be,
\nYet soul and senses joined in one agree.<\/span>81<\/sup><\/a><\/span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 190<\/p>\n

A man that to the lady placed was nigh
\nSaid he would tell another tragedy.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

O, said a man, such love (as this was) sure Doth never in a married pair endure. But lovers crossed use not to end so well, Which for to show, a tale I mean to tell. There was a lady virtuous, young, and fair, Unto her father only child and heir, In her behaviour modest, … Continue reading The Description of the Violence of Love (from Nature’s Picture(s))<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[244],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2725","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-bonus-poems"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2725","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2725"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2725\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2740,"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2725\/revisions\/2740"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2725"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2725"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2725"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}