《Loves Alchymie》约翰·但恩诗赏析

Loves Alchymie

Some that have deeper diggd loves Myne then I,

Say, where his centrique happinesse doth lie:

I have lovd, and got, and told,

But should I love, get, tell, till I were old,

I should not finde that hidden mysterie;　

Oh, tis imposture all:

And as no chymique yet thElixar got,

But glorifies his pregnant pot,

If by the way to him befall

Some odoriferous thing, or medicinall,　

So, lovers dreame a rich and long delight,

But get a winter-seeming summers night.

Our ease, our thrift, our honor, and our day,

Shall we, for this vaine Bubles shadow pay?

Ends love in this, that my man,　

Can be as happyas I can; If he can

Endure the short scorne of a Bridegroomes play?

That loving wretch that sweares,

Tis not the bodies marry, but the mindes,

Which he in her Angelique findes,　

Would sweare as justly, that he heares,

In that dayes rude hoarse minstralsey, the spheares.

Hope not for minde in women; at their best,

Sweetnesse and wit, theyare but Mummy, possest.