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If either you would change your cruel heart； Or； cruel still； time did your beauties stain： If from my soul this love would once depart； Or for my love some love I might obtain； Then might I hope a change； or ease of mind； By your good help； or in myself； to find。
But since my thoughts in thinking still are spent。 With reason's strife； by senses overthrown； You fairer still； and still more cruel bent； I loving still a love that loveth none： I yield and strive； I kiss and curse the pain； Thought； reason； sense； time； You； and I； maintain。
POEM： A FAREWELL
Oft have I mused； but now at length I find Why those that die； men say； they do depart： Depart： a word so gentle to my mind； Weakly did seem to paint Death's ugly dart。
But now the stars； with their strange course； do bind Me one to leave； with whom I leave my heart； I hear a cry of spirits faint and blind； That parting thus； my chiefest part I part。
Part of my life； the loathed part to me； Lives to impart my weary clay some breath； But that good part wherein all comforts be； Now dead； doth show departure is a death：
Yea； worse than death； death parts both woe and joy； From joy I part； still living in annoy。
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Finding those beams； which I must ever love； To mar my mind； and with my hurt to please； I deemed it best； some absence for to prove； If farther place might further me to ease。
My eyes thence drawn； where lived all their light； Blinded forthwith in dark despair did lie； Like to the mole； with want of guiding sight； Deep plunged in earth； deprived of the sky。
In absence blind； and wearied with that woe； To greater woes； by presence； I return； Even as the fly； which to the flame doth go； Pleased with the light； that his small corse doth burn：
Fair choice I have； either to live or die A blinded mole； or else a burned fly。
POEM： THE SEVEN WONDERS OF ENGLAND
I。
Near Wilton sweet； huge heaps of stones are found； But so confused； that neither any eye Can count them just； nor Reason reason try； What force brought them to so unlikely ground。
To stranger weights my mind's waste soil is bound； Of passion…hills； reaching to Reason's sky； From Fancy's earth； passing all number's bound； Passing all guess； whence into me should fly So mazed a mass； or； if in me it grows； A simple soul should breed so mixed woes。
II。
The Bruertons have a lake； which； when the sun Approaching warms； not else； dead logs up sends From hideous depth； which tribute； when it ends； Sore sign it is the lord's last thread is spun。
My lake is Sense； whose still streams never run But when my sun her shining twins there bends； Then from his depth with force in her begun； Long drowned hopes to watery eyes it lends； But when that fails my dead hopes up to take； Their master is fair warned his will to make。
III。
We have a fish； by strangers much admired； Which caught； to cruel search yields his chief part： With gall cut out； closed up again by art； Yet lives until his life be new required。
A stranger fish myself； not yet expired； Tho'； rapt with Beauty's hook； I did impart Myself unto th' anatomy desired； Instead of gall； leaving to her my heart： Yet live with thoughts closed up； 'till that she will； By conquest's right； instead of searching； kill。
IV。
Peak hath a cave； whose narrow entries find Large rooms within where drops distil amain： Till knit with cold； though there unknown remain； Deck that poor place with alabaster lined。
Mine eyes the strait； the roomy cave； my mind； Whose cloudy thoughts let fall an inward rain Of sorrow's drops； till colder reason bind Their running fall into a constant vein Of truth； far more than alabaster pure； Which； though despised； yet still doth truth endure。
V。
A field there is； where； if a stake oe prest Deep in the earth； what hath in earth receipt； Is changed to stone in hardness； cold； and weight； The wood above doth soon consuming rest。
The earth her ears； the stake is my request； Of which； how much may pierce to that sweet seat； To honour turned； doth dwell in honour's nest； Keeping that form； though void of wonted heat； But all the rest； which fear durst not apply； Failing themselves； with withered conscience die。
VI。
Of ships by shipwreck cast on Albion's coast； Which rotting on the rocks； their death to die： From wooden bones and blood of pitch doth fly A bird； which gets more life than ship had lost。
My ship； Desire； with wind of Lust long tost； Brake on fair cliffs of constant Chastity； Where plagued for rash attempt； gives up his ghost； So deep in seas of virtue； beauties lie： But of this death flies up the purest love； Which seeming less； yet nobler life doth move。
VII。
These wonders England breeds； the last remains … A lady； in despite of Nature； chaste； On whom all love； in whom no love is placed； Where Fairness yields to Wisdom's shortest reins。
A humble pride； a scorn that favour stains； A woman's mould； but like an angel graced； An angel's mind； but in a woman cased； A heaven on earth； or earth that heaven contains： Now thus this wonder to myself I frame； She is the cause that all the rest I am。
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Thou blind man's mark； thou fool's self…chosen snare； Fond fancy's scum； and dregs of scattered thought： Band of all evils； cradle of causeless care； Thou web of will； whose end is never wrought：
Desire！ Desire！ I have too dearly bought； With price of mangled mind； thy worthless ware； Too long； too long； asleep thou hast me brought Who shouldst my mind to higher things prepare；
But yet in vain thou hast my ruin sought； In vain thou mad'st me to vain things aspire； In vain thou kindlest all thy smoky fire： For Virtue hath this better lesson taught； Within myself to seek my only hire； Desiring nought but how to kill Desire。
POEM： FROM EARTH TO HEAVEN
Leave me； O love！ which reachest but to dust； And thou； my mind； aspire to higher things： Grow rich in that which never taketh rust； Whatever fades； but fading pleasure brings。
Draw in thy beams； and humble all thy might To that sweet yoke where lasting freedoms be； Which breaks the clouds； and opens forth the light That doth both shine； and give us sight to see。
O take fast hold！ let that light be thy guide； In this small course which birth draws out to death； And think how evil becometh him to slide； Who seeketh heaven； and comes from heavenly breath。 Then farewell； world； thy uttermost I see； Eternal Love； maintain thy life in me。
SPLENDIDIS LONGUM VALEDICO NUGIS
Footnote：
｛1｝ Edward Wotton； elder brother of Sir Henry Wotton。 He was knighted by Elizabeth in 1592； and made Comptroller of her Household。 Observe the playfulness in Sidney's opening and close of a treatise written throughout in plain； manly English without Euphuism； and strictly reasoned。
｛2｝ Here the introduction ends； and the argument begins with its Part 1。 Poetry the first Light…giver。
｛3｝ A fable from the 〃Hetamythium〃 of Laurentius Abstemius； Professor of Belles Lettres at Urbino； and Librarian to Duke Guido Ubaldo under the Pontificate of Alexander VI。 （1492…1503）。
｛4｝ Pliny says （〃Nat。 Hist。；〃 lib。 xi。； cap。 62） that the young vipers； impatient to be born； break through