{"id":344,"date":"2012-12-03T19:39:04","date_gmt":"2012-12-04T00:39:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/?p=344"},"modified":"2016-04-24T02:55:57","modified_gmt":"2016-04-24T07:55:57","slug":"love-in-old-english-verse","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/2012\/12\/03\/love-in-old-english-verse\/","title":{"rendered":"Love, in Old English Verse"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"584\" height=\"329\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/0LJeidEMdXA?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>To Celia<\/em><\/strong><br \/>\nby Ben Jonson<\/p>\n<p>Drink to me, only, with thine eyes,<br \/>\nAnd I will pledge with mine;<br \/>\nOr leave a kiss but in the cup,<br \/>\nAnd I&#8217;ll not look for wine.<br \/>\nThe thirst that from the soul doth rise,<br \/>\nDoth ask a drink divine:<br \/>\nBut might I of Jove&#8217;s nectar sup,<br \/>\nI would not change for thine.<\/p>\n<p>I sent thee, late, a rosy wreath,<br \/>\nNot so much honouring thee,<br \/>\nAs giving it a hope, that there<br \/>\nIt could not withered be.<br \/>\nBut thou thereon didst only breathe,<br \/>\nAnd sent&#8217;st back to me:<br \/>\nSince when it grows, and smells, I swear,<br \/>\nNot of itself, but thee.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"584\" height=\"329\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/KbSj4zzzJl4?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<table cellspacing=\"0\" cellpadding=\"0\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td valign=\"middle\"><strong>LOVE<\/strong><strong><em>by: George Herbert <\/em><\/strong><em>(1593-1632)<\/em><\/p>\n<ul>\n<ul>\n<li>LOVE bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back,<br \/>\nGuilty of dust and sin.<br \/>\nBut quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack<br \/>\nFrom my first entrance in,<br \/>\nDrew nearer to me, sweetly questioning<br \/>\nIf I lack&#8217;d anything.&#8217;A guest,&#8217; I answer&#8217;d, &#8216;worthy to be here:&#8217;<br \/>\nLove said, &#8216;You shall be he.&#8217;<br \/>\n&#8216;I, the unkind, ungrateful? Ah, my dear,<br \/>\nI cannot look on Thee.&#8217;<br \/>\nLove took my hand and smiling did reply,<br \/>\n&#8216;Who made the eyes but I?&#8221;Truth, Lord; but I have marr&#8217;d them: let my shame<br \/>\nGo where it doth deserve.&#8217;<br \/>\n&#8216;And know you not,&#8217; says Love, &#8216;Who bore the blame?&#8217;<br \/>\n&#8216;My dear, then I will serve.&#8217;<br \/>\n&#8216;You must sit down,&#8217; says Love, &#8216;and taste my meat.&#8217;<br \/>\nSo I did sit and eat.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<\/ul>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"584\" height=\"329\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/3yrSGRWTOzQ?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<table cellspacing=\"0\" cellpadding=\"0\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td valign=\"middle\">\n<h6><strong>THE FLEA<\/strong><\/h6>\n<h6><strong>by John Donne<\/strong>\u00a0(c.1572-1631)<\/h6>\n<h6><\/h6>\n<h6>MARK but this flea, and mark in this,<\/h6>\n<h6>How little that which thou deniest me is ;<\/h6>\n<h6>It suck&#8217;d me first, and now sucks thee,<\/h6>\n<h6>And in this flea our two bloods mingled be.<\/h6>\n<h6>Thou know&#8217;st that this cannot be said<\/h6>\n<h6>A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead ;<\/h6>\n<h6>\u00a0 \u00a0 Yet this enjoys before it woo,<\/h6>\n<h6>\u00a0 \u00a0 And pamper&#8217;d swells with one blood made of two ;<\/h6>\n<h6>\u00a0 \u00a0 And this, alas ! is more than we would do.<\/h6>\n<h6><\/h6>\n<h6>O stay, three lives in one flea spare,<\/h6>\n<h6>Where we almost, yea, more than married are.<\/h6>\n<h6>This flea is you and I, and this<\/h6>\n<h6>Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is.<\/h6>\n<h6>Though parents grudge, and you, we&#8217;re met,<\/h6>\n<h6>And cloister&#8217;d in these living walls of jet.<\/h6>\n<h6>\u00a0 \u00a0 Though use make you apt to kill me,<\/h6>\n<h6>\u00a0 \u00a0 Let not to that self-murder added be,<\/h6>\n<h6>\u00a0 \u00a0 And sacrilege, three sins in killing three.<\/h6>\n<h6><\/h6>\n<h6>Cruel and sudden, hast thou since<\/h6>\n<h6>Purpled thy nail in blood of innocence?<\/h6>\n<h6>Wherein could this flea guilty be,<\/h6>\n<h6>Except in that drop which it suck&#8217;d from thee?<\/h6>\n<h6>Yet thou triumph&#8217;st, and say&#8217;st that thou<\/h6>\n<h6>Find&#8217;st not thyself nor me the weaker now.<\/h6>\n<h6>&#8216;Tis true ; then learn how false fears be ;<\/h6>\n<h6>Just so much honour, when thou yield&#8217;st to me,<\/h6>\n<h6>Will waste, as this flea&#8217;s death took life from thee.<\/h6>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>https:\/\/vimeo.com\/44793685<\/p>\n<p><strong>Sonnet 116<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> by William Shakespeare<\/strong> (1564-1616)<\/p>\n<p>Let me not to the marriage of true minds<br \/>\nAdmit impediments. Love is not love<br \/>\nWhich alters when it alteration finds,<br \/>\nOr bends with the remover to remove.<br \/>\nO no! it is an ever-fix\u00e8d mark<br \/>\nThat looks on tempests and is never shaken;<br \/>\nIt is the star to every wand&#8217;ring bark,<br \/>\nWhose worth&#8217;s unknown, although his height be taken.<br \/>\nLove&#8217;s not Time&#8217;s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks<br \/>\nWithin his bending sickle&#8217;s compass come;<br \/>\nLove alters not with his brief hours and weeks,<br \/>\nBut bears it out ev&#8217;n to the edge of doom.<br \/>\nIf this be error and upon me proved,<br \/>\nI never writ, nor no man ever loved.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h6><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>To Celia by Ben Jonson Drink to me, only, with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I&#8217;ll not look for wine. 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