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Wroth Poem - F42 - Yor happy, bleſsed eyes

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Song vj.

You happy bleſsed eyes
wch in that ruling place
haue force both to delight, and to diſgrace,
whoſe light allures and ties
all harts to yor command
O! looke on mee who doe att mercy stand:

'T'is you that rule my lyfe
't'is you my comforts giue;
then lett nott ſcorne o mee my ending driue,
nor lett the frownes of stryfe
haue might to hurt thoſe lights
wch while they shine they are true loues delights;

See butt, when Night appears,
and Sunn hath lost his force
how his loſs doth all ioye from vs diuorce;
And when hee shines, and cleares
the heauns from clowds of night
how happy then is made our gazing ſight,

Butt more then Sunns faire light
your beames doe ſeeme to mee,
whoſe ſweetest lookes doe tye and yett make free;
Why should you then ſoe spite
poore mee as to destroy
the only pleaſure that I taste of ioye?

Shine then, O deerest lights
wth fauor and wth loue,
and lett noe cauſe, yor cauſe of frownings moue
butt as the ſoules delights
ſoe bleſs my then=bleſs'd eyes
wch vnto you theyr true affection tyes.



Then shall the Sunn giue place
as to yor greater might,
yeelding that you doe show more parfect light,
O, then, butt grant this grace
Vnto yor loue=tied slaue
to shine on mee, who to you all fayth gaue;

And when you pleaſe to frowne
then vſe your killing eyes
on them, who in vntruth, and faulcehood lyes;
butt (deare) on mee cast downe
ſweet lookes for true deſire
that bannish doe all thoughts of fayned fire
Song 6

You happy blessed eyes
    Which in that ruling place
    Have force both to delight, and to disgrace,
    Whose light allures and ties
    All hearts to your command
    O! look on me who do at mercy stand:

    'T'is you that rule my life
    'T'is you my comforts give;
    Then let not scorn, O me, my ending drive,
    Nor let the frowns of strife
    Have might to hurt those lights
    Which while they shine they are true love's delights;

See but when Night appears,
    And Sun hath lost his force
    How his loss doth all joy from us divorce;
    And when he shines, and clears
    The heavens from clouds of night
    How happy then is made our gazing sight,

But more than Sun's fair light
    Your beams do seem to me,
    Whose sweetest looks do tie and yet make free;
    Why should you then so spite
    Poor me as to destroy
    The only pleasure that I taste of joy?

Shine then, O dearest lights,
    With favour and with love,
    And let no cause, your cause of frownings move
    But as the soul's delights
    So bless my then-blessed eyes
    Which unto you their true affection ties.

Then shall the Sun give place
    As to your greater might,
    Yielding that you do show more perfect light,
    O then, but grant this grace
    Unto your love-tied slave
    To shine on me, who to you all faith gave;

And when you please to frown
    Then use your* killing eyes
    On them, who in untruth, and falsehood lies;
    But (dear) on me cast down
    Sweet looks for true desire
    That banish do all thoughts of feigned fire.


This song continues the theme of eyes, here (as in some ways a complement to P39) the eyes in a more conventional way register the sight of the lover as a fulfilment of desire. Roberts [P42] notes a parallel between stanza 2 and RS Song 11:

    Thoughts unto me so dear
    As unto you I live,
    Thoughts unto whom I give
    A mind from all else clear.

'then use your' = 'use your most' in P.
Song. 6.

You happy bleſſed eyes,
    Which in that ruling place,
    Haue force both to delight, and to diſgrace;
Whoſe light allures and tyes
    All hearts to your command:
    O looke on me, who doe at mercy ſtand.

'Tis you that rule my life,
    'Tis you my comforts giue,
    Then let not ſcorne to me my ending driue:
Nor let the frownes of ſtrife
    Haue might to hurt thoſe lights;
Which while they ſhine they are true loues delights.

See but when Night appeares
    And Sunne hath loſt his force,
    How his loſſe doth all ioy from vs diuorce:
And when he ſhines, and cleares
    The Heauens from clowdes of Night,
    How happy then is made our gazing ſight?

But more then Sun's faire light
    Your beames doe ſeeme to me,
    Whoſe ſweeteſt lookes doe tye, and yet make free:
Why ſhould you then ſo ſpight
    Poore me? as to deſtroy
    The only pleaſure that I taſte of ioy.

Shine then, O deareſt lights
    With fauour and with loue
    And let no cauſe, your cauſe of frownings moue:
But as the ſoules delights,
    So bleſſe my then bleſt eyes,
    Which vnto you their true affection tyes.

Then ſhall the Sunne giue place,
    As to your greater might,
    Yeelding that you doe ſhow more perfect light.
O then but grant this grace,
    Vnto your Loue-tide ſlaue,
    To ſhine on me, who to you all faith gaue.

And when you pleaſe to frowne,
    Vſe your moſt killing eyes
    On them, who in vntruth and falſhood lies,
But (Deare) on me caſt downe
    Sweet lookes, for true deſire;
    That baniſh doe all thoughts of faigned fire.
Song 6.

You happy blessed eyes
    Which in that ruling place
    Have force both to delight, and to disgrace,
    Whose light allures and ties
    All hearts to your command
    O! look on me who do at mercy stand:

'T'is you that rule my life
    'T'is you my comforts give;
    Then let not scorn, O me, my ending drive,
    Nor let the frowns of strife
    Have might to hurt those lights
    Which while they shine they are true love's delights;

See but when Night appears,
    And Sun hath lost his force
    How his loss doth all joy from us divorce;
    And when he shines, and clears
    The heavens from clouds of night
    How happy then is made our gazing sight,

But more than Sun's fair light
    Your beams do seem to me,
    Whose sweetest looks do tie and yet make free;
    Why should you then so spite
    Poor me as to destroy
    The only pleasure that I taste of joy?

Shine then, O dearest lights,
    With favour and with love,
    And let no cause, your cause of frownings move
    But as the soul's delights
    So bless my then-blessed eyes
    Which unto you their true affection ties.

Then shall the Sun give place
    As to your greater might,
    Yielding that you do show more perfect light,
    O then, but grant this grace
    Unto your love-tied slave
    To shine on me, who to you all faith gave;

And when you please to frown
    Use your most killing eyes
    On them, who in untruth, and falsehood lies;
    But (dear) on me cast down
    Sweet looks for true desire
    That banish do all thoughts of feigned fire.



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