From
a reworded story
this
double voice
fortified
beauty
Time
had not scythed
her
levell'd eyes spheres
tied
To the orbed earth
Her
hair Proclaim'd pride
Hanging
she
in a river weeping
applying
wet to wet hands
gave
the flood
silk
and curious secrecy
Cried
witness and damned in rage
A
reverend man
a
blusterer privileged by age
'Father
'
she
says 'in me
The
injury of many hath power
might
spreading to myself
Love
to myself
to
gain grace'
That
maiden made
him hang
Small
show of man
his
visage wavering
without
beauteous form
falseness
the sway he makes
quickly
the verdict went
his
case
made
not
his tongue did sleep
all
passions in
his will
granted
their own will
imagination
in thought
labouring
never touch'd
his
heart
woeful
affections Reserved
Finding
honour shielded
the
foil
Of
this jewel
his amorous
spoil
destined
forced
put
peril in her way
stop
rage blood fear
o
Reason weep and cry
'This
man's foul
in
deceit vows defiling
Thought
and word
bastards
of his foul heart
I
held
afraid
blood
Love made not
true
nor kind
shame
so
much in me remains
how
much reproach
my
heart so much
Harm
heart
wounded
Of
grief
and
effects of terror
but
fighting
twisted
weepingly
With
stone's nature hard
Weak
sickly wit made moan
hot
Of subdued desires
yield
I myself
to
you
I
their altar
you
advance
Whose white command
Hallow'd
with sighs burning me
under
you
comes
sanctified of holiest note
Which
kept cold distance and did thence remove
To
spend
what
is
The
thing we have not
mastering
Playing
Playing unconstrained?'
She
scars of battle
valiant
her force
put
out
Religion's eye
'How
mighty you are O hear me
broken
bosoms that to me belong
emptied
all their fountains
I
pour your ocean strong and you being strong
Must
for your victory
compound
love to your power
in
grace
Believe
when
they assail
All
vows and consecrations giving bond
space
In
thee For thou art all
wilt inflame impediments
stand
forth! Love's arms are peace
The
aloe of all
force
Now
hearts on mine depend
Feel
it break with bleeding groan
the
battery
soft
to that strong-bonded oath'
This
said eyes were levell'd
Each
cheek a river running
O
how the stream gave grace
glowing
flame
through water
O
father what hell
In
the small tear
What
rocky heart
What
breast is not warm here?
his
passion
resolved
to white chastity
Shook off he
appears melting
His
poison a plenitude of
swooning
paleness
he
best
To
blush to turn white
Show
nature kind
When
he most burn'd in heart
He
preach'd and praised
concealed
fiend
cover'd
fell.
1.16-17.14
