ELEGIA 10Ad Groecinium quod eodem tempore duas amet
Groecinus(well I wot) thou touldst me once,
I could not be in love with twoo at once,
By thee deceived, by thee surprisde am I,
For now I love two women equallie:
Both are wel favoured, both rich in array,
Which is the loveliest it is hard to say:
This seemes the fairest, so doth that to mee,
And this doth please me most, and so doth she.
Even as a boate, tost by contrarie winde,
So with this love and that, wavers my minde.
Venus, why doublest thou my endlesse smart?
Was not one wench inough to greeve my heart?
Why addst thou starres to heaven, leaves to greene woods,
And to the vast deep sea fresh water flouds?
Yet this is better farre then lie alone,
Let such as be mine enemies have none,
Yea, let my foes sleepe in an emptie bed,
And in the midst their bodies largely spread:
But may soft love rowse up my drowsie eies,
And from my mistris bosome let me rise:
Let one wench cloy me with sweete loves delight,
If one can doote, if not, two everie night,
Though I am slender, I have store of pith,
Nor want I strength, but weight to presse her with:
Pleasure addes fuell to my lustfull fire,
I pay them home with that they most desire:
Oft have I spent the night in wantonnesse,
And in the morne beene lively nerethelesse.
Hees happie who loves mutuall skirmish slayes,
And to the Gods for that death Ovid prayes.
Let souldiour chase his enemies amaine,
And with his bloud etemall honour gaine,
Let marchants seeke wealth, and with perjured lips,
Being wrackt, carowse the sea tir'd by their ships:
But when I die, would I might droope with doing,
And in the midst thereof, set my soule going,
That at my filneralles some may weeping crie,
Even as he led his life, so did he die.