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Elegia XVII. Quod Corinnæ soli sit serviturus. - 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 XVII.5
Quod Corinnæ soli sit serviturus.

  • To serve a wench if any think it shame,
  • He being judge, I am convinced of blame.
  • Let me be slandered, while my fire she hides,
  • That Paphos, and1 flood-beat Cythera guides.
  • Would I had been my mistress' gentle prey,
  • Since some fair one I should of force obey.
  • Beauty gives heart; Corinna's looks excel;
  • Ay me, why is it known to her so well?
  • But by her glass disdainful pride she learns,
  • Nor she herself, but first trimmed up, discerns.

    10

  • Not though thy face in all things make thee reign,
  • (O face, most cunning mine eyes to detain!)
  • Thou ought'st therefore to scorn me for thy mate,
  • Small things with greater may be copulate.
  • Love-snared Calypso is supposed to pray
  • A mortal nymph's2 refusing lord to stay.
  • Who doubts, with Peleus Thetis did consort?
  • Egeria with just Numa had good sport.
  • Venus with Vulcan, though, smith's tools laid by,
  • With his stump foot he halts ill-favouredly.

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  • This kind of verse is not alike; yet fit,
  • With shorter numbers the heroic sit.
  • And thou, my light, accept me howsoever;
  • Lay in the mid bed, there be my lawgiver.
  • My stay no crime, my flight no joy shall breed,
  • Nor of our love, to be ashamed we need.
  • For great revenues I good verses have,
  • And many by me to get glory crave.
  • I know a wench reports herself Corinne;
  • What would not she give that fair name to win?

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  • But sundry floods in one bank never go,
  • Eurotas cold, and poplar-bearing Po;
  • Nor in my books shall one but thou be writ,
  • Thou dost alone give matter to my wit.

[5]Not in Isham copy or ed A.

[1]Old eds. “and the.”

[2]Marlowe read “nymphæ” for “nymphe.”