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Mary Wroth's Poetry: An Electronic Edition

Wroth Poem - F98 - Sweet Siluia in a shadie wood

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Sweet Siluia in a shadie wood
    wth her faire Nimphs layde downe
ſawe nott farr of wher Cupid stood
    the Monarck of loues crowne;

All naked playing wth his wings
    wthin a mirtle tree
wch ſight a ſoddaine laughter brings
    his godhead ſoe to ſee;

And fondly they beegan to iest
    wth ſcofing, and delight,
nott knowing hee did breed vnrest,
    and that his will's his light;

When hee perſeauing of theyr ſcorne
    grew in ſuch desp'rate rage
who butt for honor first was borne
    cowld nott his rage aſwage;

Till shooting of his murdring dart
    wch nott long lighting was
knowing the next way to the hart
    did through a poore nimph pas;

This shott, the others made to bow
    beeſids all thoſe to blame
who ſcorners bee, or nott allow
    of powrfull Cupids name;

Take heede then, nor doe idly ſmyle
    nor loues commands despiſe
for ſoone will hee your strength beeguile
    although hee want his eyes;
Crown Song 2 ('Sweet Silvia in a shady wood')

Sweet Silvia in a shady wood
    With her fair nymphs laid down
    Saw not far off where Cupid stood,
    The Monarch of love's crown,

All naked playing with his wings
    Within a myrtle tree
    Which sight a sudden laughter brings
    His godhead so to see;

And* fondly they began to jest
    With scoffing, and delight,
    Not knowing he did breed unrest,
    And that his will's his light;*

When he perceiving of their scorn
    Grew in such desperate rage
    Who but for honour first was born
    Could not his rage assuage;

Till shooting off his murdering dart
    Which not long lighting was,
    Knowing the next way to the heart
    Did through a poor nymph pass;

This shot, the others made to bow
    Besides all those to blame
    Who scorners be, or not allow
    Of powerful Cupid's name;

Take heed then, nor do idly smile
    Nor Love's commands despise
    For soon will he your strength beguile
    Although he want his eyes.


Again the structure of this song changes in P into 8 line stanzas and a concluding quatrain.

'And' = 'an' in P.
'light' = 'right' in P.
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Sweet Siluia in a ſhady wood,
    With her faire Nimphs layd downe,
Saw not farre off where
Cupid ſtood,
    The Monarch of Loues Crowne,
All naked, playing with his wings,
    Within a Mirtle Tree,
Which ſight a ſudden laughter brings,
    His Godhead ſo to ſee.

An fondly they began to ieſt,
    With ſcoffing, and delight,
Not knowing he did breed vnreſt,
    And that his will's his right:
When he perceiuing of their ſcorne,
    Grew in ſuch deſperate rage,
Who but for honour firſt was borne,
    Could not his rage aſſwage.

Till ſhooting of his murth'ring dart,
    Which not long lighting was,
Knowing the next way to the heart,
    Did through a poore Nymph paſſe:
This ſhot the others made to bow,
    Beſides all thoſe to blame,
Who ſcorners be, or not allow
    Of powerfull
Cupids name.

Take heede then nor doe idly ſmile,
    Nor Loues commands deſpiſe,
For ſoone will he your ſtrength beguile,
    Although he want his eyes.
Crown Song 2 ('Sweet Silvia in a shady wood')

Sweet Silvia in a shady wood
    With her fair nymphs laid down
    Saw not far off where Cupid stood,
    The Monarch of love's crown,
    All naked playing with his wings
    Within a myrtle tree
    Which sight a sudden laughter brings
    His godhead so to see;

An fondly they began to jest
    With scoffing, and delight,
    Not knowing he did breed unrest,
    And that his will's his right
    When he perceiving of their scorn
    Grew in such desperate rage
    Who but for honour first was born
    Could not his rage assuage;

Till shooting off his murdering dart
    Which not long lighting was,
    Knowing the next way to the heart
    Did through a poor nymph pass;
    This shot, the others made to bow
    Besides all those to blame
    Who scorners be, or not allow
    Of powerful Cupid's name.

Take heed then, nor do idly smile
    Nor Love's commands despise
    For soon will he your strength beguile
    Although he want his eyes.



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