Console thyself, thou wouldst not seek Me, if thou hadst not found Me
Console thyself, thou wouldst not seek Me, if thou hadst not found Me
Indeed this very love which is my boast,
And which, when rising up from breast to brow,
Doth crown me with a ruby large enow
To draw men's eyes and prove the inner cost,-
This love even, all my worth, to the uttermost,
I should not love withal, unless that thou
Hadst set me an example, shown me how,
When first thine earnest eyes with mine were crossed,
And love called love.
To the Nightingale O Nightingale that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still, Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill, While the jolly hours lead on propitious May. Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day, First heard before the shallow cuckoo's bill, Portend success in love O, if Jove's will Have linked that amorous power to thy soft lay, Now timely sing, ere the rude bird of hate Foretell my hopeless doom in some grove nigh As thou from year to year hast sung too late For my relief, yet hadst no reason why Whether the Muse, or Love, call thee his mate, Both them I serve, and of their train am I.
Thou call'dst me dog before thou hadst a cause,
But, since I am a dog, beware my fangs;
The Duke shall grant me justice.
No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call;
All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more.
Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise.
Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all;
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?
And though thou hadst small Latin, and less Greek.
Muhammad slep upon a mat, and got up very marked on the body by it and someone said, 'O Messenger of God If thou hadst ordered me, I would have spread a soft bed for thee.' Lord Muhammad said, 'What business have I with the world I am a man on horseback, who standeth under the shade of a tree, then leaveth it.'
Hadst thou but bid beware, then he had spoke,
And, hearing him, thy power had lost his power.
Two full Autumns for the Squirrel
Bounteous prepared --
Nature, Had'st thou not a Berry
For thy wandering Bird?
Why, I hold fate Claspd in my fist, and could command the course Of times eternal motion, hadst thou been One thought more steady than an ebbing sea.
How hadst thou heart from me that land to take
Wherein she wandered softly for my sake
And I and she no harm of love might deem?
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories