Thomas Copeland
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Read by Thomas Copeland.
astrophel and stella poems i through thirty loving in truth and fain in verse my love to show that she dear she might take some pleasure of my pain pleasure might cause her read reading might make her know
knowledge might pity win and pity grace obtain i sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe studying inventions fine her wits to entertain oft turning others leaves to see if thence would flow some fresh and fruitful showers upon my sunburned brain but words came halting forth wanting inventions stay
Invention, nature's child, fled step-dame studies' blows, and others' feet still seemed but strangers in my way.
Thus great with child to speak, and helpless in my throes, biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite.
Fool, said my muse to me, look in thy heart and write.
II.
not at the first sight nor with a dribbd shot love gave the wound which while i breathe will bleed but known worth did in mine of time proceed till by degrees it had full conquest got i saw and liked i liked but loved not i loved but straight did not what love decreed at length to love's decrees i forced agreed
yet with repining at so partial lot now even that footstep of lost liberty is gone and now like slave-born muscovite i call it praise to suffer tyranny and now employ the remnant of my wit to make myself believe that all is well while with a feeling skill i paint my hell
three let dainty wits cry on the sisters nine that bravely masked their fancies may be told or pinders apes flaunt they in phrases fine enamelling with pied flowers their thoughts of gold
or else let them in statelier glory shine ennobling new-found tropes with problems old or with strange similes enrich each line of herbs or beasts which ind or afric hold for me in sooth no muse but one i know phrases and problems from my reach do grow and strange things cost too dear for my poor sprites how then even thus
in stella's face i read what love and beauty be then all my deed but copying is what in her nature writes four virtue alas now let me take some rest thou set'st a bait between my will and wit
if vain love have my simple soul opprest leave what thou lik'st not deal not thou with it thy sceptre use in some old cato's breast churches or schools are for thy seat more fit i do confess pardon a fault confessed my mouth too tender is for thy hard bit but if that needs thou wilt usurping be the little reason that is left in me and still the effect of thy persuasions prove
I swear my heart such one shall show to thee that shrines in flesh so true a deity that virtue thou thyself shalt be in love.
5.
It is most true that eyes are formed to serve the inward light, and that the heavenly part ought to be king, from whose rules who do swerve, rebels to nature, strive for their own smart.
It is most true.
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