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Friday, October 15, 2004
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
neway, i'm not sure if my man reads this but he should, so neway, i am madly in love, and i am not hungry today, and i am pretty happy. I get to see my man on friday and saturday, and my parents can be annoying, my step-mom said to me last night, why do u only ask when, where, and how long u can stay out of the house? and i was like i don't think there's anything wrong with that, and she was like well someday you will. I dunno, i'd rather be happy, and i'm happier when i'm with my friends rather than cooped up in my house, i feel less constricted, christ, i can't even take a nap in my house because only drug addicts do that, so i would be accused of doing drugs and lose my privilege of seeing my friends and b/f, it's rediculous. I dunno, i don't get it nemore. My step mom usually finds some way to make me feel like crap, like the other day she mentioned ot my dad, right in front of me and my b/f, that she shouldn't have to take care of the "two things" he brought into her life becaus ehe was an unfit parent, in referrence to me and my sister, and then i mentioned that my sis should wear a chastity belt, as a joke, and my step-mom said, well what you're doing is still sick, oops i mean sex, and she started laughing, and i take offense to that, what i do in the "bedroom" is my business, regardless of if they think i should or shouldn't have a "bedroom". I dunno, 2 months till i turn 18, and they treat me like i'm 2. i hate it. i feel like a minority in school, and often all i want to do is cry, but no, i have to go home and take care of the dogs, and take care of my step-sister's kid and then clean the house all before 5:30, and i get home at 2:30! It's rediculous, they give me those repsonsibilities because i am responsible, but they tell me to be home at 9:00 pm on school nights! It's retarded, a week ago i could stay out till 9:30, but because my parents don't like how i'm living my life, they restricted my curfew. I dunno, sorry this was so long, i had to vent...
neway, gotta run and eat!
~Depa
Current mood:  loved Current music: Keane: Bedshaped (2 White roses | Have a white rose for me?)
Friday, September 24, 2004
I have been bored out of my mind, if neone wants to see my b/f, go here:
http://pifd.com/gallery/view_photo.php?set_albumName=album01&id=pi_021
he's the guy in the pic, the girl is a friend of mine. Yeah, so neway, i have been tryin to get on the fire dept. he is on, which has been a real pain in the arse, but yeah, that's whole other story. So neway, life is ok, i am sick, and tired, my parents have decided that i can't see my b/f everyday, cuz it's "unhealthy" to hang out with ur b/f even when he is the only person that makes u happy. I dunno. So, life has been ok, a bit depressing, something new, but oh well, atleast i have kenny, my b/f.so how have u guys been, i'll be postin more often, promise this time. so reply to me. and if you go here:
http://www.livejournal.com/~cibola, i am postin my writing there so u can read it there if u want. gotts to go post it, talk lata guys.
~depa
Current mood:  sick Current music: Keane-Everybody's changing (2 White roses | Have a white rose for me?)
Monday, September 20, 2004
Tuesday, April 15, 2003
Friday, March 28, 2003
I can't stand people today. What's new...
Neway, life is alright, lots of stuff happenin. I gotts to go tho, just thought I'd let u guys know, I'm still breathin. What ever happened to Kris-sama? Neone know?
(Have a white rose for me?)
Friday, February 21, 2003
I think that's how it's spelt..That's the guy I'm datin. He's Irish, 17 and HOTTTTTTT! Neway, I may be hangin w/ him tomorrow, weather pending, I hate the winter, it bothers me and hinders all my plans! Neway, how's life with all you's people? Mine is pretty good, I have to babysit today for my sister, she's staying w/ us for a little till she can get into her apartment. My nephew, Erik, is soooo adorable, the only thing I hate doin' is changin the diapers. That part sux. Neway, I've gotts to go, I'll talk lata people.
Current mood:  anxious Current music: Audioslave-Like A Stone (Have a white rose for me?)
Wednesday, February 12, 2003
Otoosan desu ka?! Otoosan jai nai desu ne!
Don't ask. Neway, how's life people, haven't heard much from anyone in a while, and vice versa. Life is cool so far, I'm single, again. I dunno, it could be a good thing. Neway, I've gotts no time, so I will write later.
Current mood: awake Current music: Sarah-You take my breath away (4 White roses | Have a white rose for me?)
Sunday, November 25, 2001
I was bored. Well, gotts to go.
NICKNAMES: Blu, Piglet, Shadow, Bunky, Chrysanthemum.
DRIVERS LICENSE: I wish.
GRADE: Freshie, could be a sophomore tho.
SHOE SIZE: 6 wide.
GIRLFRIEND/BOYFRIEND: NOPE! I want one person!
COLLEGE/UNIVERSITY: Yeah, Princeton. Scholarship people.
QUOTE: "As soon as you swear you're his, and he says his love is infinite-undying, I fear, for one of you is lying."
MEMORY: Umm, a few that have to deal with my bathroom, all my poor friends know what I'm talkin about *giggle*
SHOES: Sandals.
PLACE TO HANG OUT: Summit circle.
STUFFED ANIMAL: Heffalump rules! Still haven't figured out what it is tho.
KILLED SOMEONE: Yeah, on JFG, I killed my sis.
CRIED: Over many a person.
DONE DRUGS: Nah, but the opportunity arose.
BEEN TO CHURCH: Yeah, but that was just to get out of the house.
BEEN IN A CAR ACCIDENT: Almost.
LOVED SOMEONE WHICH MADE YOU CRY: Yesh, Duffy.
TALKED ABOUT SOMEONE: All the time.
SAID YOU'D EMAIL/WRITE/CALL SOMEONE AND NEVER DID: Only if they were annoyin me. I'm very punctual.
SAID "I LOVE YOU" AND DIDN'T MEAN IT: Yep, but he did it too.
PLAYED A SPORT: I hate ALL sports, sept for Hockey.
LOST A FRIEND: All the time.
LOST A FAMILY MEMBER: Yes.
LOST A FRIEND OVER THE OPPOSITE SEX: Nah, all my friends like me better than guys.
STUBBED YOUR TOE: On lots o' things.
DELETED MAIL W/OUT READING IT: Yep.
WATCHED BARNEY: Ummm, yucky.
THE SKY WAS PURPLE: That would be so feckin phat.
THE WORLD ENDED TOMORROW: I'd go out and try to prove my love for Duffy.
IF YOU HAD A MILLION DOLLARS: I'd be gorgeous, and I'd get my feckin wand!
WHO IS YOUR ROLE MODEL: Natalie Portman.
KNOWS YOU BETTER THAN ANYONE: Duffy.
WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE: Shae about Steve.
KNOWS YOUR DEEPEST SECRET: Duffy.
WAS THE LAST PERSON TO SEE YOU CRY: I don't remember.
WAS THE LAST PERSON TO MAKE YOU CRY: Duffy.
IS CLOSEST TO YOUR FAMILY: Ummm, not me.
IS THE EASIEST TO TALK TO: My wall, and my journal.
IS THE BEST LOOKING: Me of course! Nah, who gives a shitt.
DO YOU TALK TO ONLINE BUT NOT AT SCHOOL/WORK: No speaky E.
SENT YOU THIS: No one.
IS READY FOR THIS TO END: Nope.
HOW MANY ANIMALS DO YOU HAVE: Ummm, 5 I think. All dogs.
HOW MANY TOES: 10.
HOW MANY FINGERS: 10.
HOW MANY TEETH: uMM, I don't count 'em..
HOW MANY SCREEN NAMES: a FEW.
HOW TALL ARE YOU: 5' 3/4.
HOW MANY RINGS BEFORE YOU ANSWER THE PHONE: Two.
ANY TATTOOS: Nope, I wish.
ANY SECRETS YOU WANNA SHARE: One time at band camp I shoved a....
RUBBER GLOVE: Hehehe, naughty.
ROCK: Igneous. I hate minerals.
WET: Sexy.
GREEN: I'm blue, da ba dee da ba die.
CRY: Crimson Saline.
PEANUT BUTTER: DISGUSTING!
PAPER: To burn love letters.
WHAT WAS SOMETHING YOU DID OVER THE SUMMER: Ummm, swam with cute guys in Florida.
WHO IS LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND TO THIS LIVE JOURNAL ENTRY: Duffy.
WHO IS MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND TO THIS LIVE JOURNAL ENTRY: Ummm, bored people.
WHAT IS IN YOUR ROOM: Girly shitt.
BEST DISNEY MOVIE: Cinderella, I'm nicknamed after her.
DO U OWN A PAGER/CELL PHONE: Nope, darn.
FATE: Sure, for love.
GOD: What God? Just a thing people made up to explain the unexplainable.
SATAN: For people who hate people.
OUIJA BOARDS: Love 'em, but can't use 'em in my house. *Long spooky story*
HOROSCOPES: Entertainment.
YOURSELF: Ummm, brown hair, brown-green eyes, smells like roses.
DO YOU THINK THAT GOD HAS A PLAN FOR EVERYONE: No.
SCHOOL: Sux very much.
SEX: For Nympho's on crack, or for people that are bored.Addictive.
DRUGS: Give me a headache.
WHAT DID YOU DO LAST NIGHT: Ate A LOT!
HOW IS YOUR DAY GOING: Aight. Just very tired.
WHAT WERE YOU DOING AN HOUR AGO: Chores.
DO YOU ENJOY FILLING OUT SURVEYS: Eh, When I'm really bored.
ARE YOU FRIENDLY OR NOT: I am, but people don't usually take the time to get to know me 'cause I'm usually more mature or smarter than them.
HAS A GIRL/GUY FELT ON YOUR BUTT TODAY: Nope actually.
DO YOU ENJOY GETTING MAIL: Love it.
WHAT IS YOUR TEMP RIGHT NOW: Ummm, 96.8 degress.
IS YOUR ROOM CLEAN: yesh, I cleaned it this mornin.
ARE YOU BORED YET: Yep, I have been.
WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME U TOOK A TEST: Today.
WHAT DID U GET ON IT: Ummm, I wasn't very intelligent.
DO YOU HAVE A NICE STOMACH?: I don?t think so.
SAY SOMETHING NICE ABOUT YOUR MOM: Ummm, I didn't know her.
WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED: Cousin Bette.
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT IN THE SHOWER: Music and a special someone.
DID YOU MAKE A NEW FRIEND TODAY: No.
ARE YOU HOT OR COLD: Ummm, warm.
Current mood:  blah Current music: Aikawa Nanase: Lovin' you. (Have a white rose for me?)
Saturday, November 24, 2001
I really need this translated, cna sumone please trans. it for me!?
It's a song by Aikawa Nanase:
Lovin' you:
Kono heya ni hibiiteta Amaoto wa yukkuri to Yuki ni kawatte
Kasane atta kuchibiru Konnani kanjiteru no ni Modokashikute
Kodomo no koro ni yume mita nukumori
Hito wa itsudemo ai wo sagasu ne
Lovin' you Anata no yurikago ni dakare nemuritai
Kodoku sae mo yoru no yami ni sotto tokete yuku
Lovin' you Donnani aishitemo tsutae kirenakute
Todokanai itoshisa Kono mune ni furi tsumoru yo Lovin' you ???
Itsumo hito no omoi wa Daiji na mono oitsumete Kizutsuketeku ne
Toorisugita kisetsu ni Kobore ochita namida wa Kakushita mama
Toki no nai sekai e futari de yukitai
Ai dake wo tada zutto mitsumete
Lovin' you Wakare giwa no kisu wa mune ga setsunakute
Doa wo aketa ushiro sugata Sotto toi kaketa
Lovin' you Hito no kokoro itsuka iroasete yuku no?
Ai wa itsuka konayuki no you ni kiete yuku no? Lovin' you ???
Lovin' you Donnani aishitemo tsutae kirenakute
Todokanai itoshisa Kono mune ni furi tsumoru yo
Lovin' you Wakare giwa no kisu wa mune ga setsunakute
Doa wo aketa ushiro sugata Sotto toi kaketa
Lovin' you Hito no kokoro itsuka iroasete yuku no?
Ai wa itsuka konayuki no you ni kiete yuku no? Lovin' you ???
Alrighty, if u can translate this, I would love you forever. Tell me if u can and then please do. Thanx soooooooo much!
Current mood: anxious Current music: Aikawa Nanase: Lovin' you (Have a white rose for me?)
Friday, October 19, 2001
Hehehehe, neway. Well, life tis good. I had my Mississippi mud pie, and I am vwery full right now. *shoves a piece into Kris's mouth* Ya like?! Hehehe, neway. I should get goin. Oh, I was lookin stuff up bout small pox an' all, and I found these pics of people with it, and they are SO incredibly disgusting. It made me wanna puke dudes. Well, talk lata. Oh, and I got hit right below my stomach with a soccer ball kicked by a Varsity soccer player. Ouch!
Once again:
HAPPY BIRF-SCHMAY KRIS-SAMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Current mood:  sore Current music: Nuttin (Have a white rose for me?)
Saturday, October 13, 2001
Saturday, October 6, 2001
Hehehe, this is sooo feckin funny.
Archive: On Azkaban's Lair with permission.
Summary: The Marauders and Lily are captured by Lucius, who forces them to read bad fanfiction. MSTing of fic Hogwarts Cupid- Peeves announces to the Divination class Hermione's crush on Harry.
Spoilers: Major for book three, a bit for book two.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry and company, but Draco will be mine. Mwahahah! ^_^
Originally posted: Friday Oct. 13, 2000; HPslash list on egroups.
Feedback: Hell yeah!
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?I can?t believe Jo wrote _books_ about what she thinks is going to happen to us in the future!? Lily complained. ?And we don?t even get to cash in on our fame??
?Apparently not,? James replied dryly. ?Weren?t bad though, were they??
?If you ignore the fact that we were dead and Peter was evil, no.?
?Evil Peter is something I can?t even comprehend.?
?...Maybe I?m a Death Eater in the closet,? Peter offered.
Everyone just looked at him.
?Yeah, and James really can?t play Quidditch,? Remus replied.
Just then, Lucius Malfoy entered the room. ?I didn?t let you read those for your own enjoyment, you know. I just figured you better have some background info before you go into the ?Torture Chamber?.? The capital letters were almost audible.
?Oh dear,? Sirius said.
?Shaking in my boots,? Remus agreed.
?Oh, be quiet,? Lucius snapped. ?As I was saying, you all will have to read bad fanfics until James agrees to dump Lily in favor of me.?
?Uh...?
?What?s a fanfic?? Peter questioned.
?I already told you!? Lucius yelled, getting fed up and shoving the five into a room that was completely empty except for a row of theatre seats and what looked like a movie screen.
?Ow! Watch it!?
?Hey, that was my foot!?
?Watch where you?re flailing your hands, Peter!?
After much fumbling, pushing, and trading seats, everyone was settled. As if on cue (which it probably was) words began scrolling on the screen.
>>Hogwarts cupid
PETER: The one in the library? What a flirt! The last time I-?
JAMES: *covers Peter?s mouth* We don?t want to know.
>>"Halcav Lithario!" Said Harry in unison with the rest of the Gryffindor 5th years.
LILY: Years can talk?
OTHERS: ..
>>The toy soldier in front of him became alive and waked over to a pretty ballerina doll Hermione was working on.
SIRIUS: [as doll] *wolf whistles*
>> Hermione laughed. So did Harry. They looked at each other and blushed, then went back to work, just as abruptly as Dudley would scream "MORE!".
LUPIN: Huh?
SIRIUS: What?s Dudley doing here?
JAMES: [as Dudley] MOOOOOOM! I want Harry and Hermione to blush again so I can laugh at them!!!
LILY: God forbid my sister from having children.
>>"Good class!" Said Prof. McGonagall.
PETER: [Mc. Gonagall] Good dogs! Good! Sit! Stay! Roll over! Play dead! Here, have a biscuit for being such a good class!
>> "Don't lose sight of them!" Warned the Prof. "They can go off and multiply and before you know it, you find figures in your beds and in your food!"
JAMES: *crunch* I fink I ?oke a ?ooth!
LILY: Eeeek! How many times do I have to tell you figures, don?t multiply in my bed!
>> Harry blushed just as red as Ron's hair.
PETER: [Ron] *ditzy giggle* Look, Harry, we match!
>>"What's with you?" Asked Ron. "N-nothing..." Stammered Harry.
SIRIUS: [Harry] I-it?s j-just r-r-really c-cold in here!
REMUS: *whisper to Sirius* That?s easily remedied...
>> The bell (?) Rung and Gryffindor made their way to divination with Prof. Trelawney. Up the hot stairs and into the stuffy little room.
PETER: Ugh! Who stuffed all this junk in here?
>>"Harry!!!" Cried Prof. Trelawney.
LILY: [Trelawney] *sniffle* I think *sob* I?m in love with Snape! *choke* Any *sob* advice? After all you are the *wail* hero, and the hero knows everything about love!
>> "I see..."
JAMES: [Trelawney] *bored tone* Doom, doom, death and destruction, same thing as yesterday.
>>"Death?" Asked Harry, not excited at all.
"No! I see love and re-birth! Could this be...a crush?" She said, sweeping around him just as gracefully as a Hogwarts ghost.
REMUS: [Peeves] Would you like to dance, my dear?
SIRIUS: [Nick] Of course, love.
REMUS: [Peeves] Ow, ow, get off my toes, you idiot!
SIRIUS: [Nick] Well, whaddya expect? My head?s slipping again! Can?t see where I?m going!
>> Her bright purple robes hurt Harry's eyes. Harry turned red again.
PETER: [Trelawney] Uh-oh, guys, I think he?s gonna blow...!
>>?NO!" Protested Harry. He noticed that Hermione was turning red too and wasn't looking at him.
LILY: [Hermione] *gazing into crystal ball* Oooh, look at all the pretty colors, and...oops! *blushes* Coulda done without that one!
>>"Today class, we'll be looking at our future lives through the crystal ball!" Said Trelawney excitedly.
REMUS: [Harry] ...Just like yesterday.
SIRIUS: [Ron] ...And the day before.
LILY: [Hermione] ...And the day before that...hey, what am I doing in Divination, anyway?
>> "Gulp..." Thought Hermione.
ALL: ...
>> "Ditto..." Thought Harry.
PETER: [Harry] ...That?s the only Pokemon I have left to catch!
REMUS: Leave it to Peter to be up on all the Muggle fads.
>>Trelawnley started handing out the crystal balls. "Oh! And Neville, the emergency ball is on the shelf on the right."
PETER: That one?s just too easy.
SIRIUS: *rolls eyes* Get it out of your system, Peter.
PETER: Just in case he castrates himself or something.
>>She said to him. ***CRACK*** "Oh!" Squeaked Neville.
PETER: [Neville] Drats! Knew it was a bad idea to stick that butcher?s knife down my pants!
>>(I love that word---Squeak!)
ALL: ?
>> He reached for the other ball.
JAMES: ...Don?t even think it, Peter.
>> "Now class, repeat after me. Futurus secretus." "Futurus Secretus..." Coughed Harry.
LILY: [Harry] I see that I?m coming down with bronchitis. Nasty cough.
>>He looked into the ball. It showed him and Hermione. They were outside a house just like the Burrow. Hermione was holding a baby. "I knew it!" Cried Harry.
JAMES: [Harry] Damn kid has red hair! She?s been cheating on me with Ron! *resumes crying*
>>Everyone looked at him. He turned red again. (How many times is that today? 3?)
SIRIUS: But who?s keeping track?
LILY: If I had a dime for everytime Harry blushed...
>> Hermione recited. "Futurus Secretus..." In her ball, she saw Harry and herself, holding a baby with Hermione's parents standing nearby, crying with happiness. "It's true..." She said quietly. "AAH! Has likkle Her-mon-ninny gots herself a ikkle crushy-poo???" "PEEVES!!!"
PETER: [Hermione] What are _you_ doing in my fantasy???
>> Screamed Trelawney. "I predict you being sucked into a vacuum!"
PETER: [Peeves] Ooooh, kinky!
OTHERS: ...O.o
>>"OOO!!! Trelawney using force! Let's see what Dumbledore has to say!" He cackled. "He floated out of the classroom but first without screaming "Hermione Granger likes Harry Potter!"
JAMES: ...So he _didn?t_ scream ?Hermione Granger likes Harry Potter??
SIRIUS: That?s pretty much what I got, yeah.
REMUS: *whisper* Speaking of ?getting?...
>>He screamed insanely. The secret was out. Hermione bolted from the room, down the stairs and into the bathroom which was haunted by Moaning Myrtle. "Myrtle!" She cried. Myrtle was in her stall. "What? Go away."
LILY: [Myrtle] Don?t you ever knock? Sheesh. How embarrassing.
>>She said. "Myrtle? Is it OK if I be sad with you?" She said.
JAMES: [Myrtle] Sure, and then we can start a support group, and sing folk songs like Kum Bah Yah while holding hands in a circle.
>>Myrtle opened the door. "Sure. I've never seen one so sad!"
PETER: [Myrtle] This stiiinks! First you invade my privacy, then you take away my title as best moaner. *moans loudly*
>>She said, savoring the moment. "It's Peeves. He's told everyone I like Harry and I don't know what to do!"
LILY: [Myrtle] Jump off a cliff?
PETER: [Myrtle] Eat?
JAMES: [Myrtle] Kill Peeves?
LILY: [Hermione] He?s already dead.
JAMES: [Myrtle] ...Oh yeah.
>>She started crying again. Myrtle smiled. "Ha ha ha!" She laughed.
JAMES: Ho ho.
LILY: Hee.
PETER: Weak, guys.
>> "That's just like Peeves!" She giggled. "Hermione Granger. Harry Potter. People know now. Better live it out. Only way I'll learn." Myrtle suddenly frowned. "Go on then. Go have fun with your boyfriend. Not like Archibald Havoc ever had fun with me! I'd like to..."
PETER: [Archibald] She didn?t like to go to the movies, and she was never fun in bed!
>>Hermione closed the door quietly and sneaked back to Trelawney's class.
LILY: [Hermione] ...Even though everyone saw me run to the bathroom.
>>"Hermione! Are you all right? I sense you have been crying."
PETER: [Ron] Really? The tearstreaks on her face kinda clued me in!
>>"Well obviously, dolt, my eyes are all red!"
PETER: [Ron] Glad to see I?m not the only person in here who?s not a complete moron.
>>She sat down next to Harry who was concentrating on his crystal ball. "Harry. Look at me." She said. She kissed him. Everyone, including Trelawney gasped. PETER: [Trelawney] Work that tongue, Hermione! You go, girl!
>>Hermione grabbed her bags and made her way back to Gryffindor girls room. There she sat with a picture of Harry, (moving of course) giving her a hug. She hugged the picture.
PETER: I won?t even go into the obvious groping opportunities the picture now has.
LILY: You just did.
?By the way,? James commented, ?where are Remus and Sirius??
?Erk,? Peter replied, pointing behind the seats.
?...?
?...I didn?t realize that was even possible,? Lily commented finally.
?...?
?OK, Remus, you can untie him now. Lucius just scrolled a message that we can go eat dinner. Uh...Remus? Remus!?
?...I think they?re both asleep, James.?
?Oh. OK. Should we bring them back some dinner??
There was a brief pause before three voices chorused, ?Naaaaah.?
Neway, gotts to go! Schmuv yall!
(Have a white rose for me?)
Neway, I'm bored.
I almost died yesterday.
Yesh.
Wanna know how?
I choked...
on a Gobstopper.
I couldn't breath for atleast a minute and NOONE helped at all.
They didn't even notice.
Uggghh, I hate people sumtimes.
Neway, well, that's the highlight of the week. Gotts to go.
Current mood: blah Current music: Enrique Iglesias: Hero (2 White roses | Have a white rose for me?)
Wednesday, October 3, 2001
Comus.
BEFORE the starry threshold of Joves Court
My mansion is, where those immortal shapes
Of bright aereal Spirits live insphear'd
In Regions milde of calm and serene Ayr,
Above the smoak and stirr of this dim spot,
Which men call Earth, and with low-thoughted care
Confin'd, and pester'd in this pin-fold here,
Strive to keep up a frail, and Feaverish being
Unmindfull of the crown that Vertue gives
After this mortal change, to her true Servants
Amongst the enthron'd gods on Sainted seats.
Yet som there be that by due steps aspire
To lay their just hands on that Golden Key
That ope's the Palace of Eternity:
To such my errand is, and but for such,
I would not soil these pure Ambrosial weeds,
With the rank vapours of this Sin-worn mould.
But to my task. Neptune besides the sway
Of every salt Flood, and each ebbing Stream,
Took in by lot 'twixt high, and neather Jove,
Imperial rule of all the Sea-girt Iles
That like to rich, and various gemms inlay
The unadorned boosom of the Deep,
Which he to grace his tributary gods
By course commits to severall government,
And gives them leave to wear their Saphire crowns,
And weild their little tridents, but this Ile
The greatest, and the best of all the main
He quarters to his blu-hair'd deities,
And all this tract that fronts the falling Sun
A noble Peer of mickle trust, and power
Has in his charge, with temper'd awe to guide
An old, and haughty Nation proud in Arms:
Where his fair off-spring nurs't in Princely lore,
Are coming to attend their Fathers state,
And new-entrusted Scepter, but their way
Lies through the perplex't paths of this drear Wood,
The nodding horror of whose shady brows
Threats the forlorn and wandring Passinger.
And here their tender age might suffer perill,
But that by quick command from Soveran Jove
I was dispatcht for their defence, and guard;
And listen why for I will tell ye now
What never yet was heard in Tale or Song
From old, or modern Bard in Hall, or Bowr.
Bacchus that first from out the purple Grape,
Crush't the sweet poyson of mis-used Wine
After the Tuscan Mariners transform'd
Coasting the Tyrrhene shore, as the winds listed,
On Circes Iland fell (who knows not Circe
The daughter of the Sun? Whose charmed Cup
Whoever tasted, lost his upright shape,
And downward fell into a groveling Swine)
This Nymph that gaz'd upon his clustring locks,
With Ivy berries wreath' d, and his blithe youth,
Had by him, ere he parted thence, a Son
Much like his Father, but his Mother more,
Whom therfore she brought up and Comus nam'd,
Who ripe, and frolick of his full grown age,
Roaving the Celtick, and Iberian fields,
At last betakes him to this ominous Wood,
And in thick shelter of black shades imbowr'd,
Excells his Mother at her mighty Art,
Offring to every weary Travailer,
His orient liquor in a Crystal Glasse,
To quench the drouth of Phoebus, which as they taste
(For most do taste through fond intemperate thirst)
Soon as the Potion works, their human count'nance,
Th' express resemblance of the gods, is chang'd
Into som brutish form of Woolf, or Bear,
Or Ounce, or Tiger, Hog, or bearded Goat,
All other parts remaining as they were,
And they, so perfect is their misery,
Not once perceive their foul disfigurement,
But boast themselves more comely then before
And all their friends, and native home forget
To roule with pleasure in a sensual stie.
Therfore when any favour'd of high Jove,
Chances to pass through this adventrous glade,
Swift as the Sparkle of a glancing Star,
I shoot from Heav'n to give him safe convoy,
As now I do: But first I must put off
These my skie robes spun out of Iris Wooff,
And take the Weeds and likenes of a Swain,
That to the service of this house belongs,
Who with his soft Pipe, and smooth-dittied Song,
Well knows to still the wilde winds when they roar,
And hush the waving Woods, nor of lesse faith,
And in this office of his Mountain watch,
Likeliest, and neerest to the present ayd
Of this occasion. But I hear the tread
Of hatefull steps, I must be viewless now.
Comus enters with a Charming Rod in one hand, his Glass in the
other, with him a rout of Monsters, headed like sundry sorts of
wilde Beasts, but otherwise like Men and Women, their Apparel
glistring, they com in making a riotous and unruly noise, with Torches
in their hands.
Comus. The Star that bids the Shepherd fold,
Now the top of Heav'n doth hold,
And the gilded Car of Day,
His glowing Axle doth allay
In the steep Atlantick stream,
And the slope Sun his upward beam
Shoots against the dusky Pole,
Pacing toward the other gole
Of his Chamber in the East.
Mean while welcom Joy, and Feast,
Midnight shout, and revelry,
Tipsie dance, and Jollity.
Braid your Locks with rosie Twine
Dropping odours, dropping Wine.
Rigor now is gon to bed,
And Advice with scrupulous head,
Strict Age, and sowre Severity,
With their grave Saws in slumber ly.
We that are of purer fire
Imitate the Starry Quire,
Who in their nightly watchfull Sphears,
Lead in swift round the Months and Years.
The Sounds, and Seas with all their finny drove
Now to the Moon in wavering Morrice move,
And on the Tawny Sands and Shelves,
Trip the pert Fairies and the dapper Elves;
By dimpled Brook, and Fountain brim,
The Wood-Nymphs deckt with Daisies trim,
Their merry wakes and pastimes keep:
What hath night to do with sleep?
Night hath better sweets to prove,
Venus now wakes, and wak'ns Love.
Com let us our rights begin,
'Tis onely day-light that makes Sin
Which these dun shades will ne're report.
Hail Goddesse of Nocturnal sport
Dark vaild Cotytto, t' whom the secret flame
Of mid-night Torches burns; mysterious Dame
That ne're art call'd, but when the Dragon woom
Of Stygian darknes spets her thickest gloom,
And makes one blot of all the ayr,
Stay thy cloudy Ebon chair,
Wherin thou rid'st with Hecat', and befriend
Us thy vow'd Priests, til utmost end
Of all thy dues be done, and none left out,
Ere the blabbing Eastern scout,
The nice Morn on th' Indian steep
From her cabin'd loop hole peep,
And to the tel-tale Sun discry
Our conceal'd Solemnity.
Com, knit hands, and beat the ground,
In a light fantastick round.
The Measure
Break off, break off, I feel the different pace,
Of som chast footing neer about this ground.
Run to your shrouds, within these Brakes and Trees,
Our number may affright: Som Virgin sure
(For so I can distinguish by mine Art)
Benighted in these Woods. Now to my charms,
And to my wily trains, I shall e're long
Be well stock't with as fair a herd as graz'd
About my Mother Circe. Thus I hurl
My dazling Spells into the spungy ayr,
Of power to cheat the eye with blear illusion,
Ada give it false presentments, lest the place
And my quaint habits breed astonishment,
And put the Damsel to suspicious flight,
Which must not be, for that's against my course;
I under fair pretence of friendly ends,
And well plac't words of glozing courtesie
Baited with reasons not unplausible
Wind me into the easie-hearted man,
And hugg him into snares. When once her eye
Hath met the vertue of this Magick dust,
I shall appear som harmles Villager
Whom thrift keeps up about his Country gear,
But here she comes, I fairly step aside,
And hearken, if I may, her busines here.
The Lady enters
This way the noise was, if mine ear be true,
My best guide now, me thought it was the sound
Of Riot, and ill manag'd Merriment,
Such as the jocond Flute, or gamesom Pipe
Stirs up among the loose unleter'd Hinds,
When for their teeming Flocks, and granges full
In wanton dance they praise the bounteous Pan,
And thank the gods amiss. I should be loath
To meet the rudenesse, and swill'd insolence
Of such late Wassailers; yet O where els
Shall I inform my unacquainted feet
In the blind mazes of this tangl'd Wood?
My Brothers when they saw me wearied out
With this long way, resolving here to lodge
Under the spreading favour of these Pines,
Stept as they se'd to the next Thicket side
To bring me Berries, or such cooling fruit
As the kind hospitable Woods provide.
They left me then, when the gray-hooded Eev'n
Like a sad Votarist in Palmers weed
Rose from the hindmost wheels of Phoebus wain.
But where they are, and why they came not back,
Is now the labour of my thoughts, 'tis likeliest
They had ingag'd their wandring steps too far,
And envious darknes, e're they could return,
Had stole them from me, els O theevish Night
Why shouldst thou, but for som fellonious end,
In thy dark lantern thus close up the Stars,
That nature hung in Heav'n, and fill'd their Lamps
With everlasting to give due light
To the misled and lonely Travailer?
This is the place, as well as I may guess,
Whence eev'n now the tumult of loud Mirth
Was rife, and perfet in my list'ning ear,
Yet nought but single darknes do I find.
What might this be? A thousand fantasies
Begin to throng into my memory
Of calling shapes, and beckning shadows dire,
And airy tongues, that syllable mens names
On Sands, and Shoars, and desert Wildernesses.
These thoughts may startle well, but not astound
The vertuous mind, that ever walks attended
By a strong siding champion Conscience.-
O welcom pure-ey'd Faith, white-handed Hope,
Thou hovering Angel girt with golden wings,
And thou unblemish't form of Chastity,
I see ye visibly, and now beleeve
That he, the Supreme good, t'whom all things ill
Are but as slavish officers of vengeance,
Would send a glistring Guardian if need were
To keep my life and honour unassail'd.
Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud
Turn forth her silver lining on the night?
I did not err, there does a sable cloud
Turn forth her silver lining on the night
And casts a gleam over this tufted Grove.
I cannot hallow to my Brothers, but
Such noise as I can make to be heard farthest
Ile venter, for my new enliv'nd spirits
Prompt me; and they perhaps are not far off.
SONG
Sweet Echo, sweetest Nymph that livst unseen
Within thy airy shell
By slow Meander's margent green,
And in the violet imbroider'd vale
Where the love-lorn Nightingale
Nightly to thee her sad Song mourneth well.
Canst thou not tell me of a gentle Pair
That likest thy Narcissus are?
O if thou have
Hid them in som flowry Cave,
Tell me but where
Sweet Queen of Parly, Daughter of the Sphear,
So maist thou be translated to the skies,
And give resounding grace to all Heavns Harmonies.
Com. Can any mortal mixture of Earths mould
Breath such Divine inchanting ravishment?
Sure somthing holy lodges in that brest,
And with these raptures moves the vocal air
To testifie his hidd'n residence;
How sweetly did they float upon the wings
Of silence, through the empty-vaulted night
At every fall smoothing the Raven doune
Of darknes till it smil'd: have oft heard
My mother Circe with the Sirens three,
Amid'st the flowry-kirtl'd Naiades
Culling their Potent hearbs, and balefull drugs,
Who as they sung, would take the prison'd soul,
And lap it in Elysium, Scylla wept,
And chid her barking waves into attention,
And fell Charybdis murmur'd soft applause:
Yet they in pleasing slumber lull'd the sense,
And in sweet madness rob'd it of it self,
But such a sacred, and home-felt delight,
Such sober certainty of waking bliss
I never heard till now. Ile speak to her
And she shall be my Queen. Hail forren wonder
Whom certain these rough shades did never breed
Unlesse the Goddes that in rurall shrine
Dwell'st here with Pan, or Silvan, by blest Song
Forbidding every bleak unkindly Fog
To touch the prosperous growth of this tall Wood.
La. Nay gentle Shepherd ill is lost that praise
That is addrest to unattending Ears,
Not any boast of skill, but extreme shift
How to regain my sever'd company
Compell'd me to awake the courteous Echo
To give me answer from her mossie Couch.
Co. What chance good Lady hath bereft you thus?
La. Dim darknes, and this leavy Labyrinth.
Co. Could that divide you from neer-ushering guides?
La. They left me weary on a grassie terf.
Co. By falshood, or discourtesie, or why?
La. To seek i'th vally som cool friendly Spring.
Co. And left your fair side all unguarded Lady?
La. They were but twain, and purpos'd quick return.
Co. Perhaps fore-stalling night prevented them.
La. How easie my misfortune is to hit!
Co. Imports their loss, beside the present need?
La. No less then if I should my brothers loose.
Co. Were they of manly prime, or youthful bloom?
La. As smooth as Hebe's their unrazor'd lips.
Co. Two such I saw, what time the labour'd Oxe
In his loose traces from the furrow came,
And the swink't hedger at his Supper sate;
I saw them under a green mantling vine
That crawls along the side of yon small hill,
Plucking ripe clusters from the tender shoots,
Their port was more then human, as they stood;
I took it for a faery vision
Of som gay creatures of the element
That in the colours of the Rainbow live
And play i'th plighted clouds. I was aw-strook,
And as I past, I worshipt: if those you seek
It were a journey like the path to Heav'n,
To help you find them. La. Gentle villager
What readiest way would bring me to that place?
Co. Due west it rises from this shrubby point.
La. To find out that, good Shepherd, I suppose,
In such a scant allowance of Star-light,
Would overtask the best Land-Pilots art,
Without the sure guess of well-practiz'd feet.
Co. I know each lane, and every alley green
Dingle, or bushy dell of this wilde Wood,
And every bosky bourn from side to side
My daily walks and ancient neighbourhood,
And if your stray attendance be yet lodg'd,
Or shroud within these limits, I shall know
Ere morrow wake, or the low roosted lark
From her thatch't pallat rowse, if otherwise
I can conduct you Lady to a low
But loyal cottage, where you may be safe
Till further quest'. La. Shepherd I take thy word,
And trust thy honest offer'd courtesie,
Which oft is sooner found in lowly sheds
With smoaky rafters, then in tapstry Halls
And Courts of Princes, where it first was nam'd,
And yet is most pretended: In a place
Less warranted then this, or less secure
I cannot be, that I should fear to change it.
Eie me blest Providence, and square my triall
To my proportion'd strength. Shepherd lead on.-
The Two Brothers
Eld. Bro. Unmuffle ye faint stars, and thou fair Moon
That wontst to love the travailers benizon,
Stoop thy pale visage through an amber cloud,
And disinherit Chaos, that raigns here
In double night of darknes, and of shades;
Or if your influence be quite damm'd up
With black usurping mists, som gentle taper
Though a rush Candle from the wicker hole
Of som clay habitation visit us
With thy long levell'd rule of streaming light,
And thou shalt be our star of Arcady,
Or Tyrian Cynosure. 2.Bro. Or if our eyes
Be barr'd that happines, might we but hear
The folded flocks pen'd in their watled cotes,
Or sound of pastoral reed with oaten stops,
Or whistle from the Lodge, or village cock
Count the night watches to his feathery Dames,
'Twould be som solace yet, som little chearing
In this close dungeon of innumerous bowes.
But O that haples virgin our lost sister
Where may she wander now, whether betake her
From the chill dew, amongst rude burrs and thistles?
Perhaps som cold bank is her boulster now
Or'gainst the rugged bark of som broad Elm
Leans her unpillow'd head fraught with sad fears.
What if in wild amazement, and affright,
Or while we speak within the direfull grasp
Of Savage hunger, or of Savage heat?
Eld. Bro. Peace brother, be not over-exquisite
To cast the fashion of uncertain evils;
For grant they be so, while they rest unknown,
What need a man forestall his date of grief,
And run to meet what he would most avoid?
Or if they be but false alarms of Fear,
How bitter is such self-delusion?
I do not think my sister so to seek,
Or so unprincipl'd in vertues book,
And the sweet peace that goodnes boosoms ever,
As that the single want of light and noise
(Not being in danger, as I trust she is not)
Could stir the constant mood of her calm thoughts,
And put them into mis-becoming plight.
Vertue could see to do what vertue would
By her own radiant light, though Sun and Moon
Were in the flat Sea sunk. And Wisdoms self
Oft seeks to sweet retired Solitude,
Where with her best nurse Contemplation
She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings
That in the various bussle of resort
Were all to ruffl'd, and somtimes impair'd.
He that has light within his own cleer brest
May sit i'th center, and enjoy bright day,
But he that hides a dark soul, and foul thoughts
Benighted walks under the mid-day Sun;
Himself is his own dungeon.
2. Bro. Tis most true
That musing meditation most affects
The pensive secrecy of desert cell,
Far from the cheerfull haunt of men, and herds,
And sits as safe as in a Senat house,
For who would rob a Hermit of his Weeds,
His few Books, or his Beads, or Maple Dish,
Or do his gray hairs any violence?
But beauty like the fair Hesperian Tree
Laden with blooming gold, had need the guard
Of dragon watch with uninchanted eye,
To save her blossoms, and defend her fruit
From the rash hand of bold Incontinence.
You may as well spred out the unsun'd heaps
Of Misers treasure by an out-laws den,
And tell me it is safe, as bid me hope
Danger will wink on Opportunity,
And let a single helpless maiden pass
Uninjur'd in this wilde surrounding wast.
Of night, or lonelines it recks me not,
I fear the dred events that dog them both,
Lest som ill greeting touch attempt the person
Of our unowned sister.
Eld. Bro. I do not, brother,
Inferr, as if I thought my sisters state
Secure without all doubt, or controversie:
Yet where an equall poise of hope and fear
Does arbitrate th' event, my nature is
That I encline to hope, rather then fear,
And gladly banish squint suspicion.
My sister is not so defenceless left
As you imagine, she has a hidden strength
Which you remember not.
2. Bro. What hidden strength,
Unless the strength of Heav'n, if you mean that?
Eld. Bro. I mean that too, but yet a hidden strength
Which if Heav'n gave it, may be term'd her own:
'Tis chastity, my brother, chastity:
She that has that, is clad in compleat steel,
And like a quiver'd Nymph with Arrows keen
May trace huge Forests, and unharbour'd Heaths,
Infamous Hills, and sandy perilous wildes,
Where through the sacred rayes of Chastity,
No savage fierce, Bandite, or mountaneer
Will dare to soyl her Virgin purity,
Yea there, where very desolation dwels
By grots, and caverns shag'd with horrid shades,
She may pass on with unblench't majesty,
Be it not don in pride, or in presumption.
Som say no evil thing that walks by night
In fog, or fire, by lake, or moorish fen,
Blew meager Hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost,
That breaks his magick chains at curfeu time,
No goblin, or swart faery of the mine,
Hath hurtfull power o're true virginity.
Do ye beleeve me yet, or shall I call
Antiquity from the old Schools of Greece
To testifie the arms of Chastity?
Hence had the huntress Dian her dred bow
Fair silver-shafted Queen for ever chaste,
Wherwith she tam'd the brinded lioness
And spotted mountain pard, but set at nought
The frivolous bolt of Cupid, gods and men
Fear'd her stern frown, and she was queen oth' Woods.
What was that snaky-headed Gorgon sheild
That wise Minerva wore, unconquer'd Virgin,
Wherwith she freez'd her foes to congeal'd stone?
But rigid looks of Chast austerity,
And noble grace that dash't brute violence
With sudden adoration, and blank aw.
So dear to Heav'n is Saintly chastity,
That when a soul is found sincerely so,
A thousand liveried Angels lacky her,
Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt,
And in cleer dream, and solemn vision
Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear,
Till oft convers with heav'nly habitants
Begin to cast a beam on th' outward shape,
The unpolluted temple of the mind,
And turns it by degrees to the souls essence,
Till all be made immortal: but when lust
By unchaste looks, loose gestures, and foul talk,
But most by leud and lavish act of sin,
Lets in defilement to the inward parts,
The soul grows clotted by contagion,
Imbodies, and imbrutes, till she quite loose
The divine property of her first being.
Such are those thick and gloomy shadows damp
Oft seen in Charnell vaults, and Sepulchers
Lingering, and sitting by a new made grave,
As loath to leave the body that it lov'd,
And link't it self by carnal sensualty
To a degenerate and degraded state.
2.Bro. How charming is divine Philosophy!
Not harsh, and crabbed as dull fools suppose,
But musical as is Apollo's lute,
And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets,
Where no crude surfet raigns. Eld. Bro. List, list, I hear
Som far off hallow break the silent Air.
2.Bro. Me thought so too; what should it be?
Eld. Bro. For certain
Either som one like us night-founder'd here,
Or els som neighbour Wood-man, or at worst,
Som roaving Robber calling to his fellows.
2. Bro. Heav'n keep my sister, agen agen and neer,
Best draw, and stand upon our guard.
Eld. Bro. Ile hallow,
If he be friendly he comes well, if not,
Defence is a good cause, and Heav'n be for us.
The attendant Spirit habited like a Shepherd
That hallow I should know, what are you? speak;
Com not too neer, you fall on iron stakes else.
Spir. What voice is that, my young Lord? speak agen.
2. Bro. O brother, 'tis my father Shepherd sure.
Eld. Bro. Thyrsis? Whose artful strains have oft delaid
The huddling brook to hear his madrigal,
And sweeten'd every muskrose of the dale,
How cam'st thou here good Swain? hath any ram
Slip't from the fold, or young Kid lost his dam,
Or straggling weather the pen't flock forsook?
How couldst thou find this dark sequester'd nook?
Spir. O my lov'd masters heir, and his next joy,
I came not here on such a trivial toy
As a stray'd Ewe, or to pursue the stealth
Of pilfering Woolf, not all the fleecy wealth
That doth enrich these Downs, is worth a thought
To this my errand, and the care it brought.
But O my Virgin Lady, where is she?
How chance she is not in your company?
Eld. Bro. To tell thee sadly Shepherd, without blame,
Or our neglect, we lost her as we came.
Spir. Ay me unhappy then my fears are true.
Eld.Bro. What fears good Thyrsis? Prethee briefly shew.
Spir. Ile tell ye, 'tis not vain or fabulous,
(Though so esteem'd by shallow ignorance)
What the sage Poets taught by th' heav'nly Muse,
Storied of old in high immortal vers
Of dire Chimera's and inchanted Iles,
And rifted Rocks whose entrance leads to hell,
For such there be, but unbelief is blind.
Within the navil of this hideous Wood,
Immur'd in cypress shades a Sorcerer dwels
Of Bacchus, and of Circe born, great Comus,
Deep skill'd in all his mothers witcheries,
And here to every thirsty wanderer,
By sly enticement gives his banefull cup,
With many murmurs mixt, whose pleasing poison
The visage quite transforms of him that drinks,
And the inglorious likenes of a beast
Fixes instead, unmoulding reasons mintage
Character'd in the face; this have I learn't
Tending my flocks hard by i'th hilly crofts,
That brow this bottom glade, whence night by night
He and his monstrous rout are heard to howl
Like stabl'd wolves, or tigers at their prey,
Doing abhorred rites to Hecate
In their obscured haunts of inmost bowres.
Yet have they many baits, and guilefull spells
To inveigle and invite th' unwary sense
Of them that pass unweeting by the way.
This evening late by then the chewing flocks
Had ta'n their supper on the savoury Herb
Of Knot-grass dew-besprent, and were in fold,
I sate me down to watch upon a bank
With Ivy canopied, and interwove
With flaunting Hony-suckle, and began
Wrapt in a pleasing fit of melancholy
To meditate my rural minstrelsie,
Till fancy had her fill, but ere a close
The wonted roar was up amidst the Woods,
And fill'd the Air with barbarous dissonance,
At which I ceas't, and listen'd them a while,
Till an unusuall stop of sudden silence
Gave respit to the drowsie frighted steeds
That draw the litter of close-curtain'd sleep.
At last a soft and solemn breathing sound
Rose like a steam of rich distill'd Perfumes,
And stole upon the Air, that even Silence
Was took e're she was ware, and wish't she might
Deny her nature, and be never more
Still to be so displac't. I was all eare,
And took in strains that might create a soul
Under the ribs of Death, but O ere long
Too well I did perceive it was the voice
Of my most honour'd Lady, your dear sister.
Amaz'd I stood, harrow'd with grief and fear,
And O poor hapless Nightingale thought I,
How sweet thou sing'st, how neer the deadly snare!
Then down the Lawns I ran with headlong hast
Through paths, and turnings oft'n trod by day,
Till guided by mine ear I found the place
Where that damn'd wisard hid in sly disguise
(For so by certain signes I knew) had met
Already, ere my best speed could praevent,
The aidless innocent Lady his wish't prey,
Who gently ask't if he had seen such two,
Supposing him som neighbour villager;
Longer I durst not stay, but soon I guess't
Ye were the two she mean't, with that I sprung
Into swift flight, till I had found you here,
But furder know I not. 2.Bro. O night and shades,
How are ye joyn'd with hell in triple knot
Against th' unarmed weakness of one Virgin
Alone, and helpless! Is this the confidence
You gave me Brother? Eld. Bro. Yes, and keep it still,
Lean on it safely, not a period
Shall be unsaid for me: against the threats
Of malice or of sorcery, or that power
Which erring men call Chance, this I hold firm,
Vertue may be assail'd, but never hurt,
Surpriz'd by unjust force, but not enthrall'd,
Yea even that which mischief meant most harm,
Shall in the happy trial prove most glory.
But evil on it self shall back recoyl,
And mix no more with goodness, when at last
Gather'd like scum, and setl'd to it self
It shall be in eternal restless change
Self-fed, and self-consum'd, if this fail,
The pillar'd firmament is rott'nness,
And earths base built on stubble. But com let's on.
Against th' opposing will and arm of Heav'n
May never this just sword be lifted up,
But for that damn'd magician, let him be girt
With all the greisly legions that troop
Under the sooty flag of Acheron,
Harpyies and Hydras, or all the monstrous forms
'Twixt Africa and Inde, Ile find him out,
And force him to restore his purchase back,
Or drag him by the curls, to a foul death,
Curs'd as his life.
Spir. Alas good ventrous youth,
I love thy courage yet, and bold Emprise,
But here thy sword can do thee little stead,
Farr other arms, and other weapons must
Be those that quell the might of hellish charms,
He with his bare wand can unthred thy joynts,
And crumble all thy sinews.
Eld. Bro. Why prethee Shepherd
How durst thou then thy self approach so neer
As to make this relation?
Spir. Care and utmost shifts
How to secure the Lady from surprisal,
Brought to my mind a certain Shepherd Lad
Of small regard to see to, yet well skill'd
In every vertuous plant and healing herb
That spreds her verdant leaf to th' morning ray,
He lov'd me well, and oft would beg me sing,
Which when I did, he on the tender grass
Would sit, and hearken even to extasie,
And in requitall ope his leather'n scrip,
And shew me simples of a thousand names
Telling their strange and vigorous faculties;
Amongst the rest a small unsightly root,
But of divine effect, he cull'd me out;
The leaf was darkish, and had prickles on it,
But in another Countrey, as he said,
Bore a bright golden flowre, but not in this soyl:
Unknown, and like esteem'd, and the dull swayn
Treads on it daily with his clouted shoon,
And yet more med'cinal is it then that Moly
That Hermes once to wise Ulysses gave;
He call'd it Haemony, and gave it me,
And bad me keep it as of sov'ran use
'Gainst all inchantments, mildew blast, or damp
Or gastly furies apparition;
I purs't it up, but little reck'ning made,
Till now that this extremity compell'd,
But now I find it true; for by this means
I knew the foul inchanter though disguis'd,
Enter'd the very lime-twigs of his spells,
And yet came off: if you have this about you
(As I will give you when we go) you may
Boldly assault the necromancers hall;
Where if he be, with dauntless hardihood,
And brandish't blade rush on him, break his glass,
And shed the lushious liquor on the ground,
But sease his wand, though he and his curst crew
Feirce signe of battail make, and menace high,
Or like the sons of Vulcan vomit smoak,
Yet will they soon retire, if he but shrink.
Eld. Bro. Thyrsis lead on apace, Ile follow thee,
And som good angel bear a sheild before us.
The Scene changes to a stately Palace, set out with all manner of
deliciousness; soft Musick, Tables spred with all dainties. Comus
appears with his rabble, and the Lady set in an inchanted Chair, to
whom he offers his Glass, which she puts by, and goes about to rise.
Comus. Nay Lady sit; if I but wave this wand,
Your nerves are all chain'd up in Alabaster,
And you a statue; or as Daphne was
Root-bound, that fled Apollo.
La. Fool do not boast,
Thou canst not touch the freedom of my minde
With all thy charms, although this corporal rinde
Thou haste immanacl'd, while Heav'n sees good.
Co. Why are you vext Lady? why do you frown?
Here dwell no frowns, nor anger, from these gates
Sorrow flies farr: See here be all the pleasures
That fancy can beget on youthfull thoughts,
When the fresh blood grows lively, and returns
Brisk as the April buds in Primrose-season.
And first behold this cordial Julep here
That flames, and dances in his crystal bounds
With spirits of balm, and fragrant Syrops mixt.
Not that Nepenthes which the wife of Thone,
In Egypt gave to Jove-born Helena
Is of such power to stir up joy as this,
To life so friendly, or so cool to thirst.
Why should you be so cruel to your self,
And to those dainty limms which nature lent
For gentle usage, and soft delicacy?
But you invert the cov'nants of her trust,
And harshly deal like an ill borrower
With that which you receiv'd on other terms,
Scorning the unexempt condition
By which all mortal frailty must subsist,
Refreshment after toil, ease after pain,
That have been tir'd all day without repast,
And timely rest have wanted, but fair Virgin
This will restore all soon.
La. 'Twill not false traitor,
'Twill not restore the truth and honesty
That thou hast banish't from thy tongue with lies,
Was this the cottage, and the safe abode
Thou told'st me of? What grim aspects are these,
These oughly-headed Monsters? Mercy guard me!
Hence with thy brew'd inchantments, foul deceiver,
Hast thou betrai'd my credulous innocence
With visor'd falshood, and base forgery,
And wouldst thou seek again to trap me here
With lickerish baits fit to ensnare a brute?
Were it a draft for Juno when she banquets,
I would not taste thy treasonous offer; none
But such as are good men can give good things,
And that which is not good, is not delicious
To a well-govern'd and wise appetite.
Co. O foolishnes of men! that find their ears
To those budge doctors of the Stoick Furr,
And fetch their precepts from the Cynick Tub,
Praising the lean and sallow Abstinence.
Wherefore did Nature powre her bounties forth,
With such a full and unwithdrawing hand,
Covering the earth with odours, fruits, and flocks,
Thronging the Seas with spawn innumerable,
But all to please, and sate the curious taste?
And set to work millions of spinning Worms,
That in their green shops weave the smooth-hair'd silk
To deck her Sons, and that no corner might
Be vacant of her plenty, in her own loyns
She hutch't th' all-worshipt ore, and precious gems
To store her children with; if all the world
Should in a pet of temperance feed on Pulse,
Drink the clear stream, and nothing wear but Freize,
Th' all-giver would be unthank't, would be unprais'd,
Not half his riches known, and yet despis'd,
And we should serve him as a grudging master,
As a penurious niggard of his wealth,
And live like Natures bastards, not her sons,
Who would be quite surcharged with her own weight,
And strangl'd with her waste fertility;
Th' earth cumber'd, and the wing'd air dark't with plumes,
The herds would over-multitude their Lords,
The Sea o'refraught would swell, and th' unsought diamonds
Would so emblaze the forhead of the Deep,
And so bestudd with Stars, that they below
Would grow inur'd to light, and com at last
To gaze upon the Sun with shameless brows.
List Lady be not coy, and be not cosen'd
With that same vaunted name Virginity,
Beauty is natures coyn, must not be hoorded,
But must be currant, and the good thereof
Consists in mutual and partak'n bliss,
Unsavoury in th' injoyment of it self
If you let slip time, like a neglected rose
It withers on the stalk with languish't head.
Beauty is natures brag, and must be shown
In courts, at feasts, and high solemnities
Where most may wonder at the workmanship;
It is for homely features to keep home,
They had their name thence; course complexions
And cheeks of sorry grain will serve to ply
The sampler, and to teize the huswifes wooll.
What need a vermeil-tinctured lip for that
Love-darting eyes, or tresses like the Morn?
There was another meaning in these gifts,
Think what, and be adviz'd, you are but young yet.
La. I had not thought to have unlockt my lips
In this unhallow'd air, but that this Jugler
Would think to charm my judgement, as mine eyes,
Obtruding false rules pranckt in reasons garb.
I hate when vice can bolt her arguments,
And vertue has no tongue to check her pride:
Impostor do not charge most innocent nature,
As if she would her children should be riotous
With her abundance, she good cateress
Means her provision onely to the good
That live according to her sober laws,
And holy dictate of spare Temperance:
If every just man that now pines with want
Had but a moderate and beseeming share
Of that which lewdly-pamper'd Luxury
Now heaps upon som few with vast excess,
Natures full blessings would be well dispenc't
In unsuperfluous eeven proportion,
And she no whit encomber'd with her store,
And then the giver would be better thank't,
His praise due paid, for swinish gluttony
Ne're looks to Heav'n amidst his gorgeous feast,
But with besotted base ingratitude
Cramms, and blasphemes his feeder. Shall I go on?
Or have I said anough? To him that dares
Arm his profane tongue with contemptuous words
Against the Sun-clad power of Chastity,
Fain would I somthing say, yet to what end?
Thou hast nor Eare, nor Soul to apprehend
The sublime notion, and high mystery
That must be utter'd to unfold the sage
And serious doctrine of Virginity,
And thou art worthy that thou shouldst not know
More happiness then this thy present lot.
Enjoy your deer Wit, and gay Rhetorick
That hath so well been taught her dazling fence,
Thou art not fit to hear thy self convinc't;
Yet should I try, the uncontrouled worth
Of this pure cause would kindle my rap't spirits
To of a flame of sacred vehemence,
That dumb things would be mov'd to sympathize,
And the brute Earth would lend her nerves, and shake,
Till all thy magick structures rear'd so high,
Were shatter'd heaps o're thy false head.
Co. She fables not, I feel that I do fear
Her words set off by som superior power;
And though not mortal, yet a cold shuddring dew
Dips me all o're, as when the wrath of Jove
Speaks thunder, and the chains of Erebus
To som of Saturns crew. I must dissemble,
And try her yet more strongly. Com, no more,
This is meer moral babble, and direct
Against the canon laws of our foundation;
I must not suffer this, yet 'tis but the lees
And setlings of a melancholy blood;
But this will cure all streight, one sip of this
Will bathe the drooping spirits in delight
Beyond the bliss of dreams. Be wise, and taste.-
The Brothers rush in with Swords drawn, wrest his Glass out of his
hand, and break it against the ground; his rout make signe of
resistance, but are all driven in; The attendant Spirit comes in
Spir. What, have you let the false enchanter scape?
O ye mistook, ye should have snatcht his wand
And bound him fast; without his rod revers't,
And backward mutters of dissevering power,
We cannot free the Lady that sits here
In stony fetters fixt, and motionless;
Yet stay, be not disturb'd, now I bethink me,
Som other means I have which may be us'd,
Which once of Meliboeus old I learnt
The soothest Shepherd that ere pip't on plains.
There is a gentle Nymph not farr from hence,
That with moist curb sways the smooth Severn stream,
Sabrina is her name, a Virgin pure,
Whilom she was the daughter of Locrine,
That had the Scepter from his father Brute.
The guiltless damsel flying the mad pursuit
Of her enraged stepdam Guendolen,
Commended her innocence to the flood
That stay'd her flight with his cross-flowing course,
The water Nymphs that in the bottom plaid,
Held up their pearled wrists and took her in,
Bearing her straight to aged Nereus Hall,
Who piteous of her woes, rear'd her lank head,
And gave her to his daughters to imbathe
In nectar'd lavers strew'd with Asphodil,
And through the porch and inlet of each sense
Dropt in Ambrosial Oils till she reviv'd,
And underwent a quick immortal change
Made Goddess of the River; still she retains
Her maid'n gentlenes, and oft at Eeve
Visits the herds along the twilight meadows,
Helping all urchin blasts, and ill luck signes
That the shrewd medling Elfe delights to make,
Which she with pretious viold liquors heals.
For which the Shepherds at their festivals
Carrol her goodnes lowd in rustick layes,
And throw sweet garland wreaths into her stream
Of pancies, pinks, and gaudy Daffadils.
And, as the old Swain said, she can unlock
The clasping charm, and thaw the numming spell,
If she be right invok't in warbled Song,
For maid'nhood she loves, and will be swift
To aid a Virgin, such as was her self
In hard besetting need, this will I try
And adde the power of som adjuring verse.
SONG.
Sabrina fair
Listen where thou art sitting
Under the glassie, cool, translucent wave,
In twisted braids of Lillies knitting
The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair,
Listen for dear honour's sake,
Goddess of the silver lake,
Listen and save.
Listen and appear to us
In name of great Oceanus,
By the earth-shaking Neptune's mace,
And Tethys grave majestick pace,
By hoary Nereus wrincled look,
And the Carpathian wisards hook,
By scaly Tritons winding shell,
And old sooth-saying Glaucus spell,
By Leucothea's lovely hands,
And her son that rules the strands,
By Thetis tinsel-slipper'd feet,
And the Songs of Sirens sweet,
By dead Parthenope's dear tomb,
And fair Ligea's golden comb,
Wherwith she sits on diamond rocks
Sleeking her soft alluring locks,
By all the Nymphs that nightly dance
Upon thy streams with wily glance,
Rise, rise, and heave thy rosie head
From thy coral-pav'n bed,
And bridle in thy headlong wave,
Till thou our summons answered have.
Listen and save.
Sabrina rises, attended by water-Nymphes, and sings
By the rushy-fringed bank,
Where grows the Willow and the Osier dank,
My sliding Chariot stayes,
Thick set with Agat, and the azurn sheen
Of Turkis blew, and Emrauld green
That in the channell strayes,
Whilst from off the waters fleet
Thus I set my printless feet
O're the Cowslips Velvet head,
That bends not as I tread,
Gentle swain at thy request
I am here.
Spir. Goddess dear
We implore thy powerful hand
To undo the charmed band
Of true Virgin here distrest,
Through the force, and through the wile
Of unblest inchanter vile.
Sab. Shepherd 'tis my office best
To help insnared chastity;
Brightest Lady look on me,
Thus I sprinkle on thy brest
Drops that from my fountain pure,
I have kept of pretious cure,
Trice upon thy fingers tip,
Thrice upon thy rubied lip,
Next this marble venom'd seat
Smear'd with gumms of glutenous heat
I touch with chaste palms moist and cold,
Now the spell hath lost his hold;
And I must haste ere morning hour
To wait in Amphitrite's bowr.
Sabrina descends, and the Lady rises out of her seat
Spir. Virgin, daughter of Locrine
Sprung of old Anchises line,
May thy brimmed waves for this
Their full tribute never miss
From a thousand petty rills,
That tumble down the snowy hills:
Summer drouth, or singed air
Never scorch thy tresses fair,
Nor wet Octobers torrent flood
Thy molten crystal fill with mudd,
May thy billows rowl ashoar
The beryl, and the golden ore,
May thy lofty head be crown'd
With many a tower and terrass round,
And here and there thy banks upon
With Groves of myrrhe, and cinnamon.
Com Lady while Heaven lends us grace,
Let us fly this cursed place,
Lest the Sorcerer us intice
With som other new device.
Not a waste, or needless sound
Till we com to holier ground,
I shall be your faithfull guide
Through this gloomy covert wide,
And not many furlongs thence
Is your Fathers residence,
Where this night are met in state
Many a friend to gratulate
His wish't presence, and beside
All the Swains that there abide,
With Jiggs, and rural dance resort,
We shall catch them at their sport,
And our sudden coming there
Will double all their mirth and chere;
Come let us haste, the Stars grow high,
But night sits monarch yet in the mid sky.
The Scene changes, presenting Ludlow Town and the Presidents Castle,
then com in Countrey-Dancers, after them the attendant Spirit, with
the two Brothers and the Lady
SONG
Spir. Back Shepherds, hack, anough your play,
Till next Sun-shine holiday,
Here be without duck or nod
Other trippings to he trod
Of lighter toes, and such Court guise
As Mercury did first devise
With the mincing Dryades
On the Lawns, and on the Leas.
This second Song presents them to their father and mother
Noble Lord, and Lady bright,
I have brought ye new delight,
Here behold so goodly grown
Three fair branches of your own,
Heav'n hath timely tri'd their youth,
Their faith, their patience, and their truth.
And sent them here through hard assays
With a crown of deathless Praise,
To triumph in victorious dance
O're sensual Folly, and Intemperance.
The dances ended, the Spirit Epiloguizes
Spir. To the Ocean now I fly,
And those happy climes that ly
Where day never shuts his eye,
Up in the broad fields of the sky:
There I suck the liquid ayr
All amidst the Gardens fair
Of Hesperus, and his daughters three
That sing about the golden tree:
Along the crisped shades and bowres
Revels the spruce and jocond Spring,
The Graces, and the rosie-boosom'd Howres,
Thither all their bounties bring,
That there eternal Summer dwels,
And West winds, with musky wing
About the cedar'n alleys fling
Nard, and Cassia's balmy smels.
Iris there with humid bow,
Waters the odorous banks that blow
Flowers of more mingled hew
Then her purfl'd scarf can shew,
And drenches with Elysian dew
(List mortals, if your ears be true)
Beds of Hyacinth, and roses
Where young Adonis oft reposes,
Waxing well of his deep wound
In slumber soft, and on the ground
Sadly sits th' Assyrian Queen;
But far above in spangled sheen
Celestial Cupid her fam'd son advanc't,
Holds his dear Psyche sweet intranc't
After her wandring labours long,
Till free consent the gods among
Make her his eternal Bride,
And from her fair unspotted side
Two blissful twins are to be born,
Youth and Joy; so Jove hath sworn.
But now my task is smoothly don,
I can fly, or I can run
Quickly to the green earths end,
Where the bow'd welkin slow doth bend,
And from thence can soar as soon
To the corners of the Moon.
Mortals that would follow me,
Love vertue, she alone is free,
She can teach ye how to clime
Higher then the Spheary chime;
Or if Vertue feeble were,
Heav'n it self would stoop to her.
-THE END-
(Have a white rose for me?)
Monday, October 1, 2001
Happy Belated Birthday! Bnh! La di da ....neway, I gotts to figure out where I gonna put this tag on the site.....ummm, maybe on my web page link! Ohhh yeah, well gotts to go.
Current mood: anxious Current music: Adema:Giving in (Have a white rose for me?)
Monday, September 24, 2001
Here's the results:
Your Existing Situation
Active, but feels that insufficient progress or reward is being made for the effort exerted.
Your Stress Sources
The tenacity and strength of will necessary to contend with existing difficulties has become weakened. Feels overtaxed, worn out, and getting nowhere, but continues to stand her ground. She feels this adverse situation as an actual tangible pressure which is intolerable to her and from which she wants to escape, but she feels unable to make the necessary decision.
Your Restrained Characteristics
Willing to participate and to allow herself to become involved, but tries to fend off conflict and disturbance in order to reduce tension.
Clings to her belief that her hopes and ideas are realistic, but needs encouragement and reassurance. Applies very exacting standards to her choice of a partner and wants guarantees against loss or disappointment.
Circumstances force her to compromise and to forgo some pleasures for the time being. Capable of achieving physical satisfaction through sexual activity.
Your Desired Objective
Longs for a tender and sympathetic bond and for a situation of idealized harmony. Has an imperative need for tenderness and affection. Susceptible to anything esthetic.
Your Actual Problem
The tensions induced by trying to cope with conditions which are really beyond her capabilities, or reserves of strength, have led to considerable anxiety and a sense of personal (but unadmitted) inadequacy. She attempts to escape into a substitute world in which things are more nearly as she desires them to be.
Neway, I gotts to go, I'm prolly gunna join the anime society at my school, it should be pretty cool.
Well, ja!
(Have a white rose for me?)
Sunday, September 23, 2001
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