|A DIALOGUE BETWEEN THE RESOLVED|
SOUL AND CREATED PLEASURE.
by Andrew Marvell
|COURAGE, my soul ! now learn to wield|
The weight of thine immortal shield ;
Close on thy head thy helmet bright ;
Balance thy sword against the fight ;
See where an army, strong as fair,
With silken banners spreads the air !
Now, if thou be'st that thing divine,
In this day's combat let it shine,
And show that Nature wants an art
To conquer one resolvèd heart.
|Pleasure.|| ||Welcome the creation's guest,|
Lord of earth, and Heaven's heir !
Lay aside that warlike crest,
And of Nature's banquet share ;
Where the souls of fruits and flowers
Stand prepared to heighten yours.
|Soul.|| ||I sup above, and cannot stay,|
To bait so long upon the way.
|Pleasure.|| ||On these downy pillows lie,|
Whose soft plumes will thither fly :
On these roses, strowed so plain
Lest one leaf thy side should strain.
|Soul.|| ||My gentler rest is on a thought,|
Conscious of doing what I ought.
|Pleasure.|| ||If thou be'st with perfumes pleased,|
Such as oft the gods appeased,
Thou in fragrant clouds shalt show,
Like another god below.
|Soul.|| ||A soul that knows not to presume,|
Is Heaven's, and its own, perfume.
|Pleasure.|| ||Everything does seem to vie|
Which should first attract thine eye :
But since none deserves that grace,
In this crystal view thy face.
|Soul.|| ||When the Creator's skill is prized,|
The rest is all but earth disguised.
|Pleasure.|| ||Hark how music then prepares|
For thy stay these charming airs,
Which the posting winds recall,
And suspend the river's fall.
|Soul.|| ||Had I but any time to lose,|
On this I would it all dispose.
Cease, tempter ! None can chain a mind,
Whom this sweet cordage cannot bind.
|Chorus.|| ||Earth cannot show so brave a sight,|
As when a single soul does fence
The batteries of alluring sense,
And Heaven views it with delight.
Then persevere ; for still new charges sound,
And if thou overcom'st thou shalt be crowned.
|Pleasure.|| ||All that's costly, fair, and sweet,|
Which scatteringly doth shine,
Shall within one beauty meet,
And she be only thine.
|Soul.|| ||If things of sight such heavens be,|
What heavens are those we cannot see ?
|Pleasure.|| ||Wheresoe'er thy foot shall go|
The minted gold shall lie,
Till thou purchase all below,
And want new worlds to buy.
|Soul.|| ||We'rt not for price who'd value gold ?|
And that's worth naught that can be sold.
|Pleasure.|| ||Wilt thou all the glory have|
That war or peace commend?
Half the world shall be thy slave,
The other half thy friend.
|Soul.|| ||What friend, if to my self untrue ?|
What slaves, unless I captive you ?
|Pleasure.|| ||Thou shalt know each hidden cause,|
And see the future time ;
Try what depth the centre draws,
And then to Heaven climb.
|Soul.|| ||None thither mounts by the degree|
Of knowledge, but humility.
|Chorus.|| ||Triumph, triumph, victorious soul !|
The world has not one pleasure more :
The rest does lie beyond the pole,
And is thine everlasting store.