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The EKATOMPATHIA[Greek] Or Passionate Centurie of Loue

Diuided into two parts: whereof, the first expresseth the Authors sufferance in Loue: the latter, his long farewell to Loue and all his tyrannie. Composed by Thomas Watson

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XLVII.

[In time the Bull is brought to weare the yoake]

This Passion conteineth a relation through out from line to line; as, from euery line of the first staffe as it standeth in order, vnto euery line of the second staffe: and from the second staffe vnto the third. The oftener it is read of him that is no great clarke, the more pleasure he shall haue in it. And this posie a scholler set down ouer this Sonnet, when he had well considered of it: Tam casu, quàm arte & industria. The two first lines are an imitation of Seraphine, Sonnetto 103.

Col tempo el Villanello al giogo mena
El Tor si fiero, e si crudo animale,
Col tempo el Falcon s'vsa à menar l'ale
E ritornare à te chiamando à pena.
In time the Bull is brought to weare the yoake;
In time all haggred Haukes will stoope the Lures;
In time small wedge will cleaue the sturdiest Oake;
In time the Marble weares with weakest shewres:
More fierce is my sweete loue, more hard withall,
Then Beast, or Birde, then Tree, or Stony wall.
No yoake preuailes, shee will not yeeld to might;
No Lure will cause her stoope, she beares full gorge;
No wedge of woes make printe, she reakes no right;
No shewre of teares can moue, she thinkes I forge:
Helpe therefore Heau'nly Boy, come perce her brest
With that same shaft, which robbes me of my rest.
So let her feele thy force, that she relent;
So keepe her lowe, that she vouchsafe a pray;
So frame her will to right, that pride be spent;
So forge, that I may speede without delay;
Which if thou do, I'le sweare, and singe with ioy,
That Loue no longer is a blinded Boy.