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Elegia XVI. Ad amicam, ut ad rura sua veniat. - 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 XVI.2
Ad amicam, ut ad rura sua veniat.

  • Sulmo, Peligny's third part, me contains,
  • A small, but wholesome soil with watery veins,
  • Although the sun to rive3 the earth incline,
  • And the Icarian froward dog-star shine;
  • Pelignian fields with liquid rivers flow,
  • And on the soft ground fertile green grass grow;
  • With corn the earth abounds, with vines much more,
  • And some few pastures Pallas' olives bore;
  • And by the rising herbs, where clear springs slide,
  • A grassy turf the moistened earth doth hide.

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  • But absent is my fire; lies I'll tell none,
  • My heat is here, what moves my heat is gone.
  • Pollux and Castor, might I stand betwixt,
  • In heaven without thee would I not be fixt
  • Upon the cold earth pensive let them lay,
  • That mean to travel some long irksome way.
  • Or else will maidens young men's mates to go,
  • If they determine to persèver so.
  • Then on the rough Alps should I tread aloft,
  • My hard way with my mistress would seem soft.

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  • With her I durst the Libyan Syrts break through,
  • And raging seas in boisterous south-winds plough.
  • No barking dogs, that Scylla's entrails bear,
  • Nor thy gulfs, crook'd Malea, would I fear.
  • No flowing waves with drownèd ships forth-poured
  • By cloyed Charybdis, and again devoured.
  • But if stern Neptune's windy power prevail,
  • And waters' force force helping Gods to fail,
  • With thy white arms upon my shoulders seize;
  • So sweet a burden I will bear with ease.

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  • The youth oft swimming to his Hero kind,
  • Had then swum over, but the way was blind.
  • But without thee, although vine-planted ground
  • Contains me; though the streams the1 fields surround
  • Though hinds in brooks the running waters bring,
  • And cool gales shake the tall trees' leafy spring,
  • Healthful Peligny, I esteem naught worth,
  • Nor do I like the country of my birth.
  • Scythia, Cilicia, Britain are as good,
  • And rocks dyed crimson with Prometheus' blood.

    40

  • Elms love the vines; the vines with elms abide.
  • Why doth my mistress from me oft divide?
  • Thou swear'dst,2 division should not twixt us rise.
  • By me, and by my stars, thy radiant eyes;
  • Maids' words more vain and light than falling leaves
  • Which, as it seems, hence wind and sea bereaves.
  • If any godly care of me thou hast,
  • Add deeds unto thy promises at last.
  • And with swift nags drawing thy little coach
  • (Their reins let loose), right soon my house approach

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  • But when she comes, you3 swelling mounts, sink down,
  • And falling valleys be the smooth ways' crown.4

[2]Not in Isham copy or ed. A.

[3]“Findat.”

[1]Ed. B “in fields.”—Ed. C “in field.”

[2]Old eds. “swearest.”

[3]Old eds “your.”

[4]“Et faciles curvis vallibus este viæ.”