THE TRIUMPH
See the chariot at hand here of Love my lady ridethl .Each that draws is a swan or a dove, And well the car Love guideth. As she goes, all hearts do duty ■ Unto her- beauty; And, enamoured, do wish, so they might But enjoy such a sight, That they still were to run by her side, Through swords, through seas, whither she would ride. Do but look on her eyes, they do light All that Love’s world compriseth! Do but look on her hair, it is bright As Love’s star when it riseth! Do but mark, her forehead’s smoother Than words that soothe her! And from her arched brows, such a grace Sheds itself through the face, As alone there triumphs to the life AH the gain, all the good, of the elements’ strife. Have you seen hut a bright lily grow, Before rude hands have touched it? Have you marked but the fall o’ the snow Before the soil hath smutched iti Have you felt the wool of beaver? Or swan’s down ever? Or have smelt o’ the bud o’ the briar? Or the nard in the fire? ' Or have tasted tho hog of the bee? O so white! O so soft! O so sweet is she! ‘ —Ben Jonson.
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New Zealand Times, Volume LII, Issue 12181, 4 July 1925, Page 11
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213THE TRIUMPH New Zealand Times, Volume LII, Issue 12181, 4 July 1925, Page 11
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