The Wild Hunt Divinations: A Grimoire (Paperback)

[From fairest creatures we desire increase] ? [When forty winters shall beseige thy brow,] ? [Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest] ? [Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend] ? [Those hours, that with gentle work did frame] ? [Then let not winter's ragged hand deface] ? [Lo! in the orient when the gracious light] ? [Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?] ? [Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye] ? [For shame! deny that thou bear'st love to any] ? [As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou growest] ? [When I do count the clock that tells the time] ? [O, that you were yourself! but, love, you are] ? [Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck] ? [When I consider every thing that grows] ? [But wherefore do not you a mightier way] ? [Who will believe my verse in time to come] ? [Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?] ? [Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws] ? [A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted] ? [So is it not with me as with that Muse] ? [Myglass shall not persuade me I am old,] ? [As an unperfect actor on the stage] ? [Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd] ? [Let those who are in favour with their stars] ? [Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage] ? [Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,] ? [How can I then return in happy plight] ? [When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes] ? [When to the sessions of sweet silent thought] ? [Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts] ? [If thou survive my well-contented day] ? [Full many a glorious morning have I seen] ? [Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,] ? [No more be grieved at that which thou hast done:] ? [Let me confess that we two must be twain,] ? [As a decrepit father takes delight] ? [How can my Muse want subject to invent,] ? [O, how thy worth with manners may I sing] ? [Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all;] ? [Those petty wrongs that liberty commits,] ? [That thou hast her, it is not all my grief,] ? [When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,] ? [If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,] ? [The other two, slight air and purging fire,] ? [Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war] ? [Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took] ? [How careful was I, when I took my way,] ? [Against that time, if ever that time come,] ? [How heavy do I journey on the way,] ? [Thus can my love excuse the slow offence] ? [So am I as the rich, whose blessed key] ? [What is your substance, whereof are you made,] ? [O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem] ? [Not marble, nor the gilded monuments] ? [Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said] ? [Being your ?, what should I do but tend] ? [That god forbid that made me first your ?,] ? [If there be nothing new, but that which is] ? [Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,] ? [Is it thy will thy image should keep open] ? [Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye] ? [Against my love shall be, as I am now,] ? [When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced] ? [Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,] ? [Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,] ? [Ah! wherefore with infection should he live,] ? [Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn,] ? [Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view] ? [That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,] ? [No longer mourn for me when I am dead] ? [O, lest the world should task you to recite] ? [That time of year thou mayst in me behold] ? [But be contented: when that fell arrest] ? [So are you to my thoughts as food to life] ? [Why is my verse so barren of new pride,] ? [Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,] ?[So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse] ? [Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid,] ? [O, how I faint when I of you do write,] ? [Or I shall live your epitaph to make,] ? [I grant thou wert not married to my Muse] ? [I never saw that you did painting need] ? [Who is it that says most? which can say more] ? [My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still] ? [Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,] ? [Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,] ? [When thou shalt be disposed to set me light,] ? [Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,] ? [Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;] ? [Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,] ? [But do thy worst to steal thyself away,] ? [So shall I live, supposing thou art true,] ? [They that have power to hurt and will do none,] ? [How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame] ? [Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness] ? [How like a winter hath my absence been] ? [From you have I been absent in the spring,] ? [The forward violet thus did I chide:] ? [Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long] ? [O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends] ? [My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming;] ? [Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth,] ? [To me, fair friend, you never can be old,] ? [Let not my love be call'd idolatry] ? [When in the chronicle of wasted time] ? [Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul] ? [What's in the brain that ink may character] ? [O, never say that I was false of heart,] ? [Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and there] ? [O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide,] ? [Your love and pity doth the impression fill] ? [Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind;] ? [Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you,] ? [Those lines that I before have writ do lie,] ? [Let me not to the marriage of true minds] ? [Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all] ? [Like as, to make our appetites more keen,] ? [What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,] ? [That you were once unkind befriends me now,] ? ['Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd,] ? [Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain] ? [No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change:] ? [If my dear love were but the child of state,] ? [Were 't aught to me I bore the canopy,] ? [O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power] ? [In the old age black was not counted fair,] ? [How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st,] ? [The expense of spirit in a waste of shame] ? [My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;] ? [Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,] ? [Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,] ? [Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan] ? [So, now I have confess'd that he is thine,] ? [Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy 'Will,'] ? [If thy soul cheque thee that I come so near,] ? [Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes,] ? [When my love swears that she is made of truth] ? [O, call not me to justify the wrong] ? [Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press] ? [In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,] ? [Love is my sin and thy dear virtue hate,] ?[Lo! as a careful housewife runs to catch] ? [Two loves I have of comfort and despair,] ? [Those lips that Love's own hand did make] ? [Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,] ? [My love is as a fever, longing still] ? [O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head,] ? [Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not,] ? [O, from what power hast thou this powerful might] ? [Love is too young to know what conscience is;] ? [In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn,] ? [Cupid laid by his brand, and fell asleep:] ? [The little Love-god lying once asleep] ? On the Construction of the Text ? Notes ? Acknowledgements