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6 - 11 - 2009, 02:14 PM | رقم المشاركة : 521 | ||
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A Funeral Elegy for Master William PeterW[illiam] S[hakespeare], "A Funeral Elegy for Master William Peter," (London: G.Eld for T.Thorpe, 1612). Normalized ****, ed. Donald Foster. |
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Such honor, O thou youth untimely lost, Thou didst deserve and hast; for though thy soul Hath took her flight to a diviner coast, 200 Yet here on earth thy fame lives ever whole, In every heart sealed up, in every tongue Fit matter to discourse, no day prevented That pities not thy sad and sudden wrong, Of all alike beloved and lamented. 205 And I here to thy memorable worth, In this last act of friendship, sacrifice My love to thee, which I could not set forth In any other habit of disguise. Although I could not learn, whiles yet thou wert, 210 To speak the ******** of a servile breath, My truth stole from my tongue into my heart, Which shall not thence be sundered, but in death. And I confess my love was too remiss That had not made thee know how much I prized thee, 215 But that mine error was, as yet it is, To think love best in silence: for I sized thee By what I would have been, not only ready In telling I was thine, but being so, By some effect to show it. He is steady 220 Who seems less than he is in open show. Since then I still reserved to try the worst Which hardest fate and time thus can lay on me. T' enlarge my thoughts was hindered at first, While thou hadst life; I took this task upon me, 225 To register with mine unhappy pen Such duties as it owes to thy desert, And set thee as a president to men, And limn thee to the world but as thou wert. . . Not hired, as heaven can witness in my soul, 230 By vain conceit, to please such ones as know it, Nor servile to be liked, free from control, Which, pain to many men, I do not owe it. But here I trust I have discharged now (Fair lovely branch too soon cut off) to thee, 235 My constant and irrefragable vow, As, had it chanced, thou mightst have done to me. . . But that no merit strong enough of mine Had yielded store to thy well-abled quill Whereby t' enroll my name, as this of thine, 240 How s'ere enriched by thy plenteous skill. Here, then, I offer up to memory The value of my talent, precious man, Whereby if thou live to posterity, Though 't be not as I would, 'tis as I can: 245 In minds from whence endeavor doth proceed, A ready will is taken for the deed. Yet ere I take my longest last farewell From thee, fair mark of sorrow, let me frame Some ampler work of thank, wherein to tell 250 What more thou didst deserve than in thy name, And free thee from the scandal of such senses As in the rancor of unhappy spleen Measure thy course of life, with false pretenses Comparing by thy death what thou hast been. 255 So in his mischiefs is the world accursed: It picks out matter to inform the worst. The willful blindness that hoodwinks the eyes Of men enwrapped in an earthy veil Makes them most ignorantly exercise 260 And yield to humor when it doth assail, Whereby the candle and the body's light Darkens the inward eyesight of the mind, Presuming still it sees, even in the night Of that same ignorance which makes them blind. 265 Hence conster they with corrupt commentaries, Proceeding from a nature as corrupt, The **** of malice, which so often varies As 'tis by seeming reason underpropped. O, whither tends the lamentable spite 270 Of this world's teenful apprehension, Which understands all things amiss, whose light Shines not amidst the dark of their dissension? True 'tis, this man, whiles yet he was a man, Soothed not the current of besotted fashion, 275 Nor could disgest, as some loose mimics can, An empty sound of overweening passion, So much to be made servant to the base And sensual aptness of disunioned vices, To purchase commendation by disgrace, 280 Whereto the world and heat of sin entices. But in a safer contemplation, Secure in what he knew, he ever chose The ready way to commendation, By shunning all invitements strange, of those 285 Whose illness is, the necessary praise Must wait upon their actions; only rare In being rare in shame (which strives to raise Their name by doing what they do not care), As if the free commission of their ill 290 Were even as boundless as their prompt desires; Only like lords, like subjects to their will, Which their fond dotage ever more admires. He was not so: but in a serious awe, Ruling the little ordered commonwealth 295 Of his own self, with honor to the law That gave peace to his bread, bread to his health; Which ever he maintained in sweet ******* And pleasurable rest, wherein he joyed A monarchy of comfort's government, 300 Never until his last to be destroyed. For in the vineyard of heaven-favored learning Where he was double-honored in degree, His observation and discreet discerning Had taught him in both fortunes to be free; 305 Whence now retired home, to a home indeed The home of his condition and estate, He well provided 'gainst the hand of need, Whence young men sometime grow unfortunate; His disposition, by the bonds of unity, 310 So fastened to his reason that it strove With understanding's grave immunity To purchase from all hearts a steady love; Wherein not any one thing comprehends Proportionable note of what he was, 315 Than that he was so constant to his friends As he would no occasion overpass Which might make known his unaffected care, In all respects of trial, to unlock His bosom and his store, which did declare 320 That Christ was his, and he was friendship's rock: A rock of friendship figured in his name, Foreshowing what he was, and what should be, Most true presage; and he discharged the same In every act of perfect amity. 325 Though in the complemental phrase of words He never was addicted to the vain Of boast, such as the common breath affords; He was in use most fast, in tongue most plain, Nor amongst all those virtues that forever 330 Adorned his reputation will be found One greater than his faith, which did persever, Where once it was protested, alway sound. |
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Hence sprung the deadly fuel that revived The rage which wrought his end, for had he been 335 |
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A Funeral Elegy for Master William PeterW[illiam] S[hakespeare], "A Funeral Elegy for Master William Peter," (London: G.Eld for T.Thorpe, 1612). Normalized ****, ed. Donald Foster. |
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