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Elegia I. Quemadmodum a Cupidine, pro bellis amores scribere coactus sit. - Christopher Marlowe, The Works of Christopher Marlowe, vol. 3 (Poems) [1598]

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The Works of Christopher Marlowe, ed. A.H. Bullen (London: John C. Nimmo, 1885). Vol. 3.

Part of: The Works of Christopher Marlowe, 3 vols.

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Elegia I.
Quemadmodum a Cupidine, pro bellis amores scribere coactus sit.

  • We which were Ovid's five books, now are three,
  • For these before the rest preferreth he:
  • If reading five thou plain'st of tediousness,
  • Two ta'en away, thy1 labour will be less;
  • With Muse prepared,2 I meant to sing of arms,
  • Choosing a subject fit for fierce alarms:
  • Both verses were alike till Love (men say)
  • Began to smile and took one foot away.
  • Rash boy, who gave thee power to change a line?
  • We are the Muses' prophets, none of thine.
  • What, if thy mother take Diana's1 bow,
  • Shall Dian fan when love begins to glow?
  • In woody groves is't meet that Ceres reign,
  • And quiver-bearing Dian till the plain?

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  • Who'll set the fair-tressed Sun in battle-ray
  • While Mars doth take the Aonian harp to play?
  • Great are thy kingdoms, over-strong and large,
  • Ambitious imp, why seek'st thou further charge?
  • Are all things thine? the Muses' Tempe thine?
  • Then scarce can Phœbus say, “This harp is mine.”
  • When2 in this work's first verse I trod aloft,
  • Love slaked my muse, and made my numbers soft:
  • I have no mistress nor no favourite,
  • Being fittest matter for a wanton wit.

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  • Thus I complained, but Love unlocked his quiver,
  • Took out the shaft, ordained my heart to shiver,
  • And bent his sinewy bow upon his knee,
  • Saying, “Poet, here's a work beseeming thee.”
  • O, woe is me! he never shoots but hits,
  • I burn, love in my idle bosom sits:
  • Let my first verse be six, my last five feet:
  • Farewell stern war, for blunter poets meet!
  • Elegian muse, that warblest amorous lays,
  • Girt my shine3 brow with seabank myrtle sprays.4

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[1]So the Isham copy. Ed. A “the.”

[2]Isham copy and ed. A “vpreard, I meane.”

[1]The original has—

  • “Quid? si præripiat flavæ Venus arma Minervæ Ventilet accensas flavæ Minerva comas.”

[2]“Cum bene surrexit versu nova pagina primo, Attenuat nervos proximus ille meos.”

[3]Sheen.

[4]Dyce's correction for “praise” of the old eds.