Sunday, January 24, 2010

3 Fragments

The donkey was alarmed by the noise the girls made, and it went
into the sea, not knowing where it was going because it was not
able to see. The girls ran screaming to the lady, crying out,
'The donkey is in the sea!'

"Oxlips in their cradles growing"

"Sir John Suckling was incapable of understanding Carew in his
final days of sickness and depression, as he had been (and this
is conceding much) in their earlier days of reckless gallantry.
His vile address 'to T---- C----,' etc., 'Troth, _Tom_, I must
confess I much admire ...' is nothing more than coarse badinage
without foundation; in any case not necessarily addressed to
Carew, although they were of close acquaintance; but many other
Toms were open to a similar expression, since 'T.C.' might apply
to Thomas Carey, to Thomas Crosse, and other T.C. poets."

1 comment:

  1. The Donkey is in the Little T.C.

    The sea is in the noise the girls made

    Pale Ramon, tell me what you know

    The girls ran screaming, waving paintbrushes

    The sea created 3 Fragments

    The first was

    The Picture of little T.C.
    in a Prospect of Flowers...

    See with what simplicity
    This Nimph begins her golden daies!
    In the green Grass she loves to lie,
    And there with her fair Aspect tames
    The Wilder flow'rs, and gives them names:
    But only with the Roses playes;
    And them does tell
    What Colour best becomes them, and what Smell.

    Who can foretel for what high cause
    This Darling of the Gods was born!
    Yet this is She whose chaster Laws
    The wanton Love shall one day fear,
    And, under her command severe,
    See his Bow broke and Ensigns torn.
    Happy, who can
    Appease this virtuous Enemy of Man!

    O then let me in time compound,
    And parly with those conquering Eyes;
    Ere they have try'd their force to wound,
    Ere, with their glancing wheels, they drive
    In Triumph over Hearts that strive,
    And them that yield but more despise.
    Let me be laid,
    Where I may see thy Glories from some Shade.

    Mean time, whilst every verdant thing
    It self does at thy Beauty charm,
    Reform the errours of the Spring;
    Make that the Tulips may have share
    Of sweetness, seeing they are fair;
    And Roses of their thorns disarm:
    But most procure
    That Violets may a longer Age endure.

    But O young beauty of the Woods,
    Whom Nature courts with fruits and flow'rs,
    Gather the Flow'rs, but spare the Buds;
    Lest Flora angry at thy crime,
    To kill her Infants in their prime,
    Do quickly make th' Example Yours;
    And, ere we see,
    Nip in the blossome all our hopes and Thee.


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