deeds [Theme]

As a decrepit father takes delight
To see his active child do deeds of youth,
So I, made lame by Fortune's dearest spite,
Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth;
For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit,
Or any of these all, or all, or more,
Intitled in thy parts, do sit crownd,
I make my love ingrafted to this store:
So then I am not lame, poor, nor despised,
Whilst that this shadow doth such substance give,
That I in thy abundance am sufficed,
And by a part of all thy glory live:
Look what is best, that best I wish in thee;
This wish I have then ten times happy me.




Like a glad father in the evening of life
The heirs of the courage young
So. truth and glory
I admire, ignominiously fading.
The magnanimity, nobility, beauty,
And a sharp mind, and strength, and health
Barely every trait of yours
Passed me with your love.
I'm not poor, not weak, not alone,
And the shadow of love that I carry,
Such a bounty of poses thread
I'm living one particle.
All you can I wish
Descends from you as grace.

Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,
And make me travel forth without my cloak,
To let base clouds o ertake me in my way,
Hiding thy brav'ry in their rotten smoke?
'Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break,
To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face,
For no man well of such a salve can speak,
That heals the wound, and cures not the disgrace:
Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief;
Though thou repent, yet I have still the loss:
Th'offender''s sorrow lends but weak relief
To him that bears the strong offence''s cross.
Ah, but those tears are pearl which thy love sheeds,
And they are rich and ransom all ill deeds.




Brilliant I was promised day
Without the cloak I left the house.
But the clouds caught up with me a shadow,
Overtaken by a storm of hail and rain.
Let then, making his way from behind the clouds,
Gently touched my brow,
Beaten by the rain, your mild ray, -
You heal my wounds could not.
I was not happy about your sorrow,
Your remorse is not fun.
Sympathy for the offender, hardly
Heal ulcers burning resentment.
But your tears, tears of pearl streams,
As the shower washed away all your sins!