Lesson 12 Readings

	Sonnet VII by Francesco Petrarch To a friend, encouraging him to pursue poetry.
	Torn is each virtue from its earthly throne By sloth, intemperance¹, and voluptuous ease; E'en nature deviates from her wonted² ways, Too much the slave of vicious custom grown.	¹ indulgence; not showing restraint ² usual behavior; habit
(5)	Far hence is every light celestial gone, That guides mankind through life's perplexing maze; And those, whom Helicon's³sweet waters please, From mocking crowds receive contempt alone. Who now would laurel, myrtle-wreaths⁴ obtain?	³ a mountain in Greece, regarded as a home of gods ⁴ laurels and myrtles are trees whose leaves are made into crowns to symbolize victory and honor
(10)	Let want, let shame, Philosophy attend! Cries the base⁵ world, intent on sordid⁶ gain. What though thy favorite path be trod by few; Let it but urge thee more, dear gentle friend! Thy great design of glory to pursue.	⁵ in this case, the lower (worst) part ⁶ mean; selfish

	Whoso List to Hunt by Sir Thomas Wyatt
	Whoso list¹ to hunt, I know where is an hind² But as for me, alas, I may no more. The gain travail³ hath wearied me so sore I am of them that farthest cometh behind	¹desires²female deer³hard work
(5)	Yet may I, by no means, my wearied mind Draw from the deer, but as she fleeth⁴ afore, Fainting I follow. I leave off therefore, Since in a net I seek to hold the wind. Who list her hunt, I put him out of doubt,	⁴ flees; runs away
(10)	As well as I, may spend his time in vain. And graven⁵ with diamonds in letters plain There is written, her fair neck round about, "Noli me tangere, for Caesar's I am⁶ And wild for to hold, though I seem tame."	⁵engraved⁶ Touch me not is what is imagined to be written on Caesar's deer.

	Sonnet 75 from "Amoretti" by Edmund Spenser
	One day I wrote her name upon the strand¹, But came the waves and washed it away: Agayne I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tyde, and made my paynes his prey.	¹shore, sand
(5)	"Vayne man," sayd she, "that doest in vaine assay², A mortall thing so to immortalize. For I my selve shall lyke to this decay, And eek³my name bee wyped out lykewize." "Not so," quod I, "let baser⁴ things devize,	²attempt; try ³also ⁴morally low; dishonorable
(10)	To dy in dust, but you shall live by fame: My verse your vertues rare shall eternize, And in the heavens wryte your glorious name. Where whenas death shall all the world subdew, Our love shall live, and later life renew."

	Sonnet 16 From "Astrophil and Stella" by Sir Philip Sidney
	In nature apt to like when I did see Beauties, which were of many carats¹ fine My boiling sprites² did thither soon incline, And, Love, I thought that I was full of thee;	¹ unit of weight for precious stones ² spirits
(5)	But finding not those restless flames in me, Which others said did make their souls to pine, I thought those babes of some pin's hurt did whine, By my love judging what love's pain might be. But while I thus with this young lion played,³	³This line refers to a story about a shepherd who raises a lion cub as a pet for his children, but when the lion grows up it destroys the flocks.
(10)	Mine eyes (shall I say cursed or blessed) beheld Stella; now she is named, need more be said? In her sight I a lesson new have spelled, I now have learned love right, and learned even so, As who by being poisoned doth poison know.

	Sonnet 130 by William Shakespeare
	My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red, than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun¹; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.	¹dull; grayish brown
(5)	I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
(10)	That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground. And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied²with false compare.	² to lie about; slander