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Mary Wroth's Poetry: An Electronic Edition

Wroth Poem - F108 - No time, noe roome, noe thought, nor writing can

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7.

No time, noe roome, noe thought, nor writing can
    giue rest, or quiett to my louing hart,
    nor can my memory or phantſie ſcan
    the meaſure of my still renuing ſmart,

Yett would I nott (deere loue) thou should'st depart
    butt lett thy paſsions as they first began
    rule, wounde, and pleaſe, itt is thy choyſest art
    to giue disquiett wch ſeemes eaſe to man;

When all alone, I thinke vpon thy paine
    how thou doest traueile owr best ſelues to gaine;
    then howerly thy leſsons doe I learne,

Think on thy glory wch shall still aſsend
    vntill the world come to a finall end,
    and then shall wee thy lasting powre deſerne

Crown sonnet 2.7 ('No time, no room')

No time, no room, no thought, nor* writing can
    Give rest, or quiet to my loving heart,
    Nor* can my memory or fancy scan
    The measure of my still-renewing smart.

Yet would I not (dear love) thou shouldst depart
    But let thy* passions as they first began
    Rule, wound, and please, it is thy choicest art
    To give disquiet which seems ease to man;

When all alone I think upon thy pain,
    How thou dost travail our best selves to gain;
    Then hourly thy lessons do I* learn,

Think on thy glory which shall still ascend
    Until the world come to a final end,
    And then shall we thy lasting power discern.


'nor' = 'or' in P.
'nor' = 'or' in P.
'thy' = 'my' in P.
'do I' = 'I do' in P.
7.

No time, no roome, no thought, or writing can
    Giue reſt, or quiet to my louing heart,
    Or can my memory, or Phant'ſie ſcan,
    The meaſure of my ſtill renewing ſmart.

Yet whould I not (deare Loue) thou ſhouldſt depart,
    But let my paſſions as they firſt began,
    Rule, wound, and pleaſe, it is thy choyſeſt Art,
    To giue diſquiet, which ſeemes eaſe to man.

When all alone, I thinke vpon thy paine,
    How thou doſt trauell our beſt ſelues to gaine,
    Then houerly thy leſſons I doe learne;

Thinke on thy glory, which ſhall ſtill aſcend,
    Vntill the world come to a finall end,
    And then ſhall we thy laſting powre dicerne.
Crown sonnet 2.7 ('No time, no room')

No time, no room, no thought, or writing can
    Give rest, or quiet to my loving heart,
    Or can my memory or fancy scan
    The measure of my still-renewing smart.

Yet would I not (dear love) thou shouldst depart,
    But let my passions as they first began
    Rule, wound, and please, it is thy choicest art
    To give disquiet which seems ease to man;

When all alone I think upon thy pain,
    How thou dost travail our best selves to gain;
    Then hourly thy lessons I do learn,

Think on thy glory which shall still ascend
    Until the world come to a final end,
    And then shall we thy lasting power discern.



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