146. Wherein He Urges Upon a Friend That Meekness Which Is the Only Armour Against Love's Gorgon Look -
WHEREIN HE URGES UPON A FRIEND THAT MEEKNESS WHICH IS THE ONLY ARMOUR AGAINST LOVE'S GORGON LOOK
When my sweet foe, so often barricaded
In tall contempt, incites me past controlling,
One solace is vouchsafed, one sure consoling,
One strength alone by which my soul is aided:
Wherever her eyes — which would leave my life shaded
In utter darkness — in red anger rolling,
Meet mine, such true humility, such cajoling
Replies, their wrath to meekness is persuaded.
Ah, were it otherwise, less could I dare
To gaze on her than on Medusa's rings
Which hissed to marble those that met her glare.
Ah, friend, do thou the like, for no help springs
From madness, and no hope avails despair —
We rush to flight — and lo, Love wears the wings!
When my sweet foe, so often barricaded
In tall contempt, incites me past controlling,
One solace is vouchsafed, one sure consoling,
One strength alone by which my soul is aided:
Wherever her eyes — which would leave my life shaded
In utter darkness — in red anger rolling,
Meet mine, such true humility, such cajoling
Replies, their wrath to meekness is persuaded.
Ah, were it otherwise, less could I dare
To gaze on her than on Medusa's rings
Which hissed to marble those that met her glare.
Ah, friend, do thou the like, for no help springs
From madness, and no hope avails despair —
We rush to flight — and lo, Love wears the wings!
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