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Mary Wroth's Poetry: An Electronic Edition

Wroth Poem - F16 - Am I thus conquer'd? haue I lost the powers

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Am I thus conquer'd? haue I lost the powers
    that to wthstand, wch ioy's to ruin mee?
    must I bee still while itt my strength deuowres.
    and captiue leads mee priſoner, bound, vnfree?

Loue first shall leaue mens phant'ſies to them free,
    deſire shall quench loues flames, spring hate ſweet showres,
    Cupid shall looſe his darts, haue ſight, and ſee
    his shame, and Venus hinder happy howres;

Why should wee nott loues purblinde charmes reſist?
    muſt wee bee ſeruile, doing what hee list?
    Noe, ſeeke ſome hoste to harbour thee: I fly

Thy babish trickes, and freedome doe profeſs;
    butt ô my hurt, makes my lost hart confeſs
    I loue, and must: So farwell liberty;
14.

Am I thus conquered? Have I lost the powers
    That to withstand, which joys to ruin me?
    Must I bee still while it my strength devours.
    And captive, leads me prisoner, bound, unfree?

Love first shall leave* men's fancies to them free,
    Desire shall quench love's flames, spring hate sweet showers,
    Cupid shall lose his darts,* have sight, and see
    His shame, and Venus hinder happy hours;

Why should wee not love's purblind charms resist?
    Must we be servile, doing what he list?
    No; seek some host to harbour thee: I fly

Thy babyish tricks, and freedom do profess;
    But O my hurt makes my lost heart confess
    I love, and must: so farewell liberty.


Again this sonnet elaborates on Wroth's theme of resistance/captivity to the power of desire, and uses a personified Cupid as the representative of the war Pamphilia is fighting to maintain her autonomy.

'leave' = lean' in P: clearly a transcription error.

'Cupid shall lose his darts' = 'Love shall loose all his darts' in P: F seems a stronger idea, with Cupid gaining sight as well as losing his darts, but this could also be an authorial revision.
14.

Am I thus conquer'd? haue I loſt the powers,
    That to withſtand which ioyes to ruine me?
    Muſt I bee ſtill, while it my ſtrength deuoures,
    And captiue leads me priſoner bound, vnfree?

Loue firſt ſhall leane mens fant'ſies to them free,
    Deſire ſhall quench loues flames, Spring, hate ſweet ſhowres;
    Loue ſhall looſe all his Darts, haue ſight, and ſee
    His ſhame and wiſhings, hinder happy houres.

Why ſhould we not Loues purblinde charmes reſiſt?
    Muſt we be ſeruile, doing what he liſt?
    No, ſeeke ſome hoſt to harbour thee: I flye

Thy Babiſh tricks, and freedome doe profeſſe;
    But O, my hurt makes my loſt heart confeſſe:
    I loue, and muſt; ſo farewell liberty.
14.

Am I thus conquered? Have I lost the powers
    That to withstand, which joys to ruin me?
    Must I bee still while it my strength devours.
    And captive, leads me prisoner, bound, unfree?

Love first shall lean men's fancies to them free,
    Desire shall quench love's flames, spring hate sweet showers,
    Love shall loose all his darts, have sight, and see
    His shame, and Venus hinder happy hours;

Why should wee not love's purblind charms resist?
    Must we be servile, doing what he list?
    No; seek some host to harbour thee: I fly

Thy babyish tricks, and freedom do profess;
    But O my hurt makes my lost heart confess
    I love, and must: so farewell liberty.



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