Subject and servile to all discontents, Sith in his prime Death doth my love destroy, By this, the boy that by her side lay kill'd She bows her head the new-sprung flower to smell, And says within her bosom it shall dwell, She crops the stalk, and in the breach appears "Poor flower," quoth she, "this was thy father's guise, Sweet issue of a more sweet-smelling sire, For every little grief to wet his eyes: To grow unto himself was his desire, And so 'tis thine; but know, it is as good "Here was thy father's bed, here in my breast; My throbbing heart shall rock thee day and night : There shall not be one minute in an hour Wherein I will not kiss my sweet love's flower." Thus weary of the world, away she hies, Their mistress, mounted, through the empty skies Holding their course to Paphos, 13 where their queen 18 Paphos was a city of Cyprus, famous for the temple of Venus, and as the chief seat of her worship. CRITICAL NOTES. Page 293. His eye, which glisters scornfully like fire, Shows his hot courage and his high desire. - The old copies read "which scornfully glisters like fire." The correction is Sewell's. P. 300. A smile recures the wounding of a frown; But blessed bankrupt, that by loss so thriveth!— The old copies have love instead of loss. The correction is Walker's; and surely the context approves it. P. 308. Mark the poor wretch, to overshoot his troubles, How he outruns the wind, &c.—The old copies read "to overshut his troubles." The correction was proposed by Steevens, and is adopted by Dyce and the Cambridge Editors. P. 315. Some catch her by the neck, some kiss her face, Some twine about her thigh to make her stay.—The old copies have twin'd and twind instead of twine. P. 321. As falcon to the lure, away she flies; &c. of 1600. P. 321. So at this bloody view her eyes are fled So the edition Into the deep-dark cabins of her head. So Walker. The old copies have his instead of this. -- Press-work by Rockwell & Churchill. |