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Mary Wroth's Poetry: An Electronic Edition

Wroth Poem - F36 - After long trouble in a tædious way

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31.

After long trouble in a t├Ždious way
    of loues vnrest, lay'd downe to eaſe my paine
    hopeing for rest, new torments I did gaine
    poſseſsing mee as if I ought t'obay:

When Fortune came, though blinded, yett did stay,
    and in her bleſsed armes did mee inchaine;
    I, colde wth griefe, thought noe warmth to obtaine
    or to diſsolue that ice of ioyes decay;

Till, riſe ſayd she, Venus to thee doth ſend
    by mee the ſeruante of true louers, ioy
    ba̅n̅ish all clowds of doubt, all feares destroy,
    and now on Fortune, and on Loue depend

I, her obay'd, and riſing felt that loue
Indeed was best, when I did least itt moue .
31.

After long trouble in a tedious way
    Of love's unrest, laid down to ease my pain,
    Hoping for rest, new torments I did gain
    Possessing me as if I ought t'obey:

When Fortune came, though blinded, yet did stay,
    And in her blessed arms did me enchain;
    I, cold with grief, thought no warmth to obtain
    Or to dissolve that ice of joy's decay;

Till, 'Rise,' said she, 'Venus* to thee doth send
    By me, the servant of true lovers, joy:
    Banish all clouds of doubt, all fears destroy,
    And now on Fortune, and on Love, depend.'

I her obeyed, and rising felt that love
    Indeed was best, when I did least it move.


In this interesting variation on the Petrarchan images of hot/cold, pain/pleasure, entrapment/freedom, Wroth has her speaker embrace love's chain, and joy in her suffering when she becomes a willing captive.

'Venus' = 'Reward' in P.
31.

After long trouble in a tedious way,
    Of Loues vnreſt, laid downe to eaſe my paine,
    Hoping for reſt, new torments I did gaine
    Poſſeſſing me, as if I ought t'obey.

When Fortune came, though blinded, yet did ſtay,
    And in her bleſſed armes did me inchaine:
    I, cold with griefe, thought no warmth to obtaine,
    Or to diſſolue that yce of ioyes decay.

Till riſe (ſaid ſhe) Reward to thee doth ſend
    By me the ſeruant of true Louers ioy:
    Banniſh all clouds of doubt, all feares deſtroy;
    And now on Fortune, and on Loue depend.

I her obey'd, and riſing felt that Loue
Indeed was beſt, when I did leaſt it moue.
31.

After long trouble in a tedious way
    Of love's unrest, laid down to ease my pain,
    Hoping for rest, new torments I did gain
    Possessing me as if I ought t'obey:

When Fortune came, though blinded, yet did stay,
    And in her blessed arms did me enchain;
    I, cold with grief, thought no warmth to obtain
    Or to dissolve that ice of joy's decay;

Till, 'Rise,' said she, 'Reward to thee doth send
    By me, the servant of true lovers, joy:
    Banish all clouds of doubt, all fears destroy,
    And now on Fortune, and on Love, depend.'

I her obeyed, and rising felt that love
    Indeed was best, when I did least it move.



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