Wittes pilgrimage, (by poeticall essaies) through a vvorld of amorous sonnets, soule-passions, and other passages, diuine, philosophicall, morall, poeticall, and politicall. By Iohn Dauies
Davies, John, 1565?-1618.
Non est eiusdem & multa & opportuna dicere▪ Erasmus Chiliad:
SIth all my Thoughts are but my Mindes Conceits
And my Conceits but motions of my Mind,
How is it that my Minde in hir Receits
Takes not, for Currant, Thoughts well Coynd, by Kinde?
Is it because their Mettall is but meane
Sith they are forgd but by fraile Fantasie?
Or, e•s because their temper is vncleane?
Or, all, in one, their value vilisie?
What ere it bee it makes my Thoughts to muse
That (beeing stampt by Arte, and forgd by Kinde)
My Minde should yet (as base) the same refuse;
Or, naile them vp, where they no passage finde.
The cause, I thinke [which Thought may Currant runne]
Is, [sith •hee is a Queene of Fleshe, and Bloud]
Shee will haue nought [lest all should bee vndone]
Alow'd by hir that is not great, and good!
Then how escape these counterset Conceits
[Base for ther Stuff, and rugged for their Stampe]
Out of hir Mynt, [alow'd by Iudgments Weightes?]
They scape through Passions Mist, and Errors Dampe.
But can a fault excus•d bee by a fault
The lesser by the greater fa•re? ô no
Then this excuse, sith downe-right it doth halt,
For Currant, with the Vpright cannot go.
But ist a fault to Loue, as tis to hate?
Nor, Loue nor Hate are faultie, being iust:
••cause su•h loue looks too like hatefull Lust;
•hen, i•I•oue▪ as Loue is vnderstood▪
My Vnde•standing much misguides my Will:
Which o• hir 〈…〉 blind] 〈◊〉 goes to good,
〈…〉
Then •is the b•ame of blind Inte•ligence,
And what• the cause In•elligence is blind?
It blind•d is by misreport of S•nce:
•or, that doth blind the Soule, and lame the Mind.
But must I sensuall 〈◊〉, to seem excus'd,
•hen, wo•se and worse falls ou• mine ill excuse:
•were better say, by Loue I am abusd,
〈◊〉I, to loue, haue off•ed much abus•,
Abusd by Loue, without my Lust• consent!
That is too strange a strength for Loue, or Lust:
And eithers powr in me, is impotent:
•o•, how boile• Bloud, that long since is addust?
Wel, be it as it may, it seems my might
Giues way to what it would, not what it should:
Which on the bent of my Minds Motions light
Puts these right Lines of Loue which long will hold.
But i• they breake when my Mind is vnbent
Now shal they breake, for I eu'n now repent.
