 | The Poems of Alexander Montgomerie |  |
XXVI. THE SECREIT PRAIS OF LOVE.
As evirie object to the outuard ee,
Dissaivis the sight, and semis as it is sene,
Quhen not bot shap and cullour ȝit we se,
For no thing els is subject to the ene;
As stains and trees appeiring gray and grene,
Quhais quantities vpon the sight depends;
Bot qualities the cunning [sense transcends.]
Dissaivis the sight, and semis as it is sene,
Quhen not bot shap and cullour ȝit we se,
For no thing els is subject to the ene;
As stains and trees appeiring gray and grene,
Quhais quantities vpon the sight depends;
Bot qualities the cunning [sense transcends.]
169
Euen sa, vha sayis they sie me as I am—
I mene—a man, suppose they sie me move,
Of ignorance they do tham selfis condam.
By syllogisme, this properly I prove:
Quha sees, by look, my loyaltie in love—
Quhat hurt in hairt, vhat hope or hap I haiv?
Quhilk ressone movis the senses to consaiv.
I mene—a man, suppose they sie me move,
Of ignorance they do tham selfis condam.
By syllogisme, this properly I prove:
Quha sees, by look, my loyaltie in love—
Quhat hurt in hairt, vhat hope or hap I haiv?
Quhilk ressone movis the senses to consaiv.
Imaginatione is the outuard ee,
To spy the richt anatomie of mynd;
Quhilk, by some secreit sympathie, may see
The force of love vhilk can not be defynd.
Quharthrou the hairt, according to his kynd,
Compassionat, as it appeiris plane,
Participats of plesur or of pane.
To spy the richt anatomie of mynd;
Quhilk, by some secreit sympathie, may see
The force of love vhilk can not be defynd.
Quharthrou the hairt, according to his kynd,
Compassionat, as it appeiris plane,
Participats of plesur or of pane.
Of hevins or earth, some simlitude or shape,
By cunning craftismen, to the ees appeir;
Bot vho is he can counterfutt the ape,
Or paint a passion palpable, I speir,
Quhilk enters by the organ of the eir,
And bot vhen it is pithilie exprest?
And ȝit I grant the gritest pairt is gest.
By cunning craftismen, to the ees appeir;
Bot vho is he can counterfutt the ape,
Or paint a passion palpable, I speir,
Quhilk enters by the organ of the eir,
And bot vhen it is pithilie exprest?
And ȝit I grant the gritest pairt is gest.
Suppose the heuins be huge for to behold,
Contening all within thair compas wyde,
The starris be tyme, thoght tedious, may be told;
Becaus within a certan bounds they byd:
The carde the earth from waters may devyde:
Bot vho is he can limit love, I wene,
Quhom nather carde nor compas can contene?
Contening all within thair compas wyde,
The starris be tyme, thoght tedious, may be told;
Becaus within a certan bounds they byd:
The carde the earth from waters may devyde:
Bot vho is he can limit love, I wene,
Quhom nather carde nor compas can contene?
Quhat force is this, subdeuing all and sum?
Quhat force is this that maks the tygris tame?
Quhat force is this that na man can ouircum?
Quhat force is this, that rightlie nane can name?
Quhat force is this, that careis sik a fame?
A vehemency that words can not reveill,
Quhilk I conclude to suffer and conceill.
Quhat force is this that maks the tygris tame?
Quhat force is this that na man can ouircum?
Quhat force is this, that rightlie nane can name?
Quhat force is this, that careis sik a fame?
170
Quhilk I conclude to suffer and conceill.
| The Poems of Alexander Montgomerie | |