{"id":2760,"date":"2022-07-02T16:25:08","date_gmt":"2022-07-02T16:25:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/?p=2760"},"modified":"2022-07-02T17:03:09","modified_gmt":"2022-07-02T17:03:09","slug":"a-description-of-the-passion-of-love-misplaced","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/?p=2760","title":{"rendered":"A Description of the Passion of Love Misplaced (from Nature’s Picture(s))"},"content":{"rendered":"

A lady on the ground a-mourning lay<\/span>1<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nComplaining to the gods, and thus did say:<\/p>\n

\u201cYou gods,\u201d said she, \u201cwhy do you me torment?
\nWhy give you life, without the mind\u2019s content?
\nWhy do you passions in a mind create,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 5
\nThen leave it all to Destiny and Fate?
\nWith knots and snarls they spin the thread of life,<\/span>2<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nThen weave it cross and make a web of strife.
\nCome, Death\u2014though Fates are cross, yet thou\u2019rt a friend,
\nAnd in the grave dost peace and quiet send.\u201d\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 10<\/p>\n

It chanced a gentleman that way came by,
\nAnd seeing there a weeping beauty lie:<\/p>\n

\u201cAlas, dear lady, why do you so weep,
\nUnless your tears you mean the gods shall keep?
\nJove<\/span>3<\/sup><\/a><\/span> will present those tears to Juno<\/span>4<\/sup><\/a><\/span> fair,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 15
\nFor pendants and for necklaces to wear,
\nAnd so present that breath to Juno fair,
\nThat she may always move in perfumed air.
\nForbear, forbear, make not the world so poor;
\nSend not such riches, for the gods have store.\u201d\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 20<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m one,\u201d<\/span>5<\/sup><\/a><\/span> said she, \u201cto whom Fortune\u2019s a foe,
\nCrossing my love, working my overthrow:<\/span>6<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nA man which to Narcissus<\/span>7<\/sup><\/a><\/span> might compare
\nFor youth and beauty\u2014and the graces fair
\nDo<\/span>8<\/sup><\/a><\/span> him adorn\u2014on him my love is placed,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 25
\nBut his neglect doth make my life to waste;
\nMy soul doth mourn; my thoughts no rest can take;
\nHe<\/span>9<\/sup><\/a><\/span> by his scorn doth me unhappy make.\u201d
\nWith that she cried, \u201cO Death,\u201d said she, \u201ccome quick,
\nAnd in my heart thy leaden arrow<\/span>10<\/sup><\/a><\/span> stick!\u201d\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 30<\/p>\n

\u201cTake comfort, lady, grieve and weep<\/span>11<\/sup><\/a><\/span> no more,
\nFor Nature handsome men hath more in store.
\nBesides, dear lady, beauty will decay,
\nAnd with that beauty love will flee away.
\nIf you take time, this heat of love will waste,<\/span>12<\/sup><\/a><\/span>\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 35
\nBecause \u2019tis only on a beauty placed,
\nBut if your love did from his virtue spring,<\/span>13<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nYou might have loved, though not so fond<\/span>14<\/sup><\/a><\/span> have been.
\nThe love of virtue is for to admire
\nThe soul, and not the body to desire:\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 40
\nThat\u2019s a gross<\/span>15<\/sup><\/a><\/span> love, which only dull beasts use,
\nBut noble man to love the soul will choose.
\nBecause the soul is like a deity,
\nTherein<\/span>16<\/sup><\/a><\/span> pure love will live eternally.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cO sir, but Nature hath the soul so fixed\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 45
\nUnto the body, and such passions mixed,
\nThat nothing can divide or disunite,
\nUnless that Death will separate them quite,
\nFor when the senses in delights agree,
\nThey bind the soul, make<\/span>17<\/sup><\/a><\/span> it a slave to be.\u201d\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 50<\/p>\n

He answered<\/i>.
\n\u201cIf that the soul in man<\/span>18<\/sup><\/a><\/span> should give consent
\nIn every thing the senses to content,
\nNo peace but war amongst mankind would<\/span>19<\/sup><\/a><\/span> be,
\nAnd desolation<\/span>20<\/sup><\/a><\/span> would have victory.
\nNo man could tell<\/span>21<\/sup><\/a><\/span> or challenge what\u2019s his own;\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 55
\nHe would be master that is strongest grown.<\/span>22<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nLady, love virtue, and let beauty die,
\nAnd in the grave of ruins let it lie.\u201d<\/p>\n

With that she rose, and with great joy, said she:
\n\u201cFarewell, fond love and foolish vanity.\u201d\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 60<\/p>\n

The men condemned the tale because, said they,
\n\u201cNone but a fool would preach so, wise men pray.\u201d<\/i><\/span>23<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\n\u201cBut ladies,<\/i><\/span>24<\/sup><\/a><\/span> hear me,\u201d did another say:<\/i><\/p>\n

To love but one is a great fault,
\nFor Nature otherwise us<\/span>25<\/sup><\/a><\/span> taught:\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
\nShe caused varieties for us to taste,
\nAnd other appetites in us she placed,
\nAnd caused dislike in us to rise,
\nTo surfeit when we gormandize,
\nFor of one dish we glut our palate,\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 70
\nAlthough it be but of a salad.
\nWhen Solomon<\/span>26<\/sup><\/a><\/span> the Wise did try
\nOf all things underneath the sky,
\nAlthough he found it vanity,
\nYet by it Nature made us free.\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 75
\nFor by the change, her works do live
\nBy several forms that she doth give,
\nSo that inconstancy is Nature\u2019s play,
\nAnd we, her various works, must her obey.<\/p>\n

A woman said that men were foolish lovers,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 80
\nAnd whining passions love oft<\/span>27<\/sup><\/a><\/span> discovers.
\n\u201cThey\u2019re full of thoughts,\u201d said she, \u201cyet never pleased,
\nAlways complaining, and yet never eased;
\nThey<\/span>28<\/sup><\/a><\/span> sigh, they mourn, they groan, they make great moan,
\nThey\u2019ll sit cross-legged with folded arms alone.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 85
\nSometimes their dress is careless with despair;
\nWith hopes raised up, \u2019tis<\/span>29<\/sup><\/a><\/span> costly, rich, and rare,
\nSetting their looks and faces in a frame,
\nTheir garb\u2019s affected by their mistress\u2019s<\/span>30<\/sup><\/a><\/span> name.
\nFlattering their loves, forswearing; then each boasts<\/span>31<\/sup><\/a><\/span>\u00a0 90
\nWhat valiant deeds he\u2019s<\/span>32<\/sup><\/a><\/span> done in foreign coasts:
\nThrough what great dangers his adventures run,<\/span>33<\/sup><\/a><\/span>
\nSuch acts as Hercules<\/span>34<\/sup><\/a><\/span> had never done,
\nThat everyone that hears doth fear his<\/span>35<\/sup><\/a><\/span> name,
\nAnd every tongue that speaks sounds forth his<\/span>36<\/sup><\/a><\/span> fame. 95
\nAnd thus their tongues extravagantly move,
\nCaused by vainglorious, foolish, amorous love,
\nWhich only those of his own sex approve.\u201d<\/span>37<\/sup><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

But when their rallery<\/i><\/span>38<\/sup><\/a><\/span> was past,
\nThe tale upon a man was cast;<\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 <\/i>100
\nThen crying peace to all that talking were,
\nThey were bid hold their tongues and lend an ear.<\/i><\/span>39<\/sup><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

A lady on the ground a-mourning lay Complaining to the gods, and thus did say: \u201cYou gods,\u201d said she, \u201cwhy do you me torment? Why give you life, without the mind\u2019s content? Why do you passions in a mind create,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 5 Then leave it all to Destiny and … Continue reading A Description of the Passion of Love Misplaced (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":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2760","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2760","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=2760"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2760\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2769,"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2760\/revisions\/2769"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2760"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2760"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2760"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}