Valentine Venus

valentine venus michele roohani

“But love is blind and lovers cannot see
The pretty follies that themselves commit;
For if they could, Cupid himself would blush
To see me thus transformed to a boy.”  Shakespeare

5 thoughts on “Valentine Venus

  1. Let me confess that we two must be twain,
    Although our undivided lives are one.
    So shall those blots that do with me remain,
    Without thy help by me be borne alone.
    In our two loves there is but one respect,
    Though in our lives a seperate spite,
    Which though it alter not love’s sole effect,
    Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love’s delight.
    I may not evermore acknowledge thee,
    Lest my bewaile’d guilt should do thee shame;
    Nor thou with public kindness honour me,
    Unless thou take that honour from thy name.
    But do not so; I love thee in such sort,
    As, thou being mine, mine is thy good report.

  2. How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said. ~Victor Hugo

  3. “The thirst of my heart cannot be slaked with a drop of water, nor if I should drink rivers would it be lessened.” Saadi

    Happy Valentine

  4. I can hardly better lucuis’ nicely chosen lines from ‘the bard’ himself. My sentiments, particularly regarding my ‘Lucy’ will be kept bottled where best it, a heady brew, lies unspoiled and undrunk. As for the rest; I submit the following for your pleasure and edification:

    Phillis, Or, the Progress of Love

    Desponding Phillis was endu’d
    With ev’ry Talent of a Prude,
    She trembled when a Man drew near;
    Salute her, and she turn’d her Ear:
    If o’er against her you were plac’t
    She durst not look above your Wa[i]st;
    She’d rather take you to her Bed
    Than let you see her dress her Head;
    In Church you heard her thro’ the Crowd
    Repeat the Absolution loud;
    In Church, secure behind her Fan
    She durst behold that Monster, Man:
    There practic’d how to place her Head,
    And bit her Lips to make them red:
    Or on the Matt devoutly kneeling
    Would lift her Eyes up to the Ceeling,
    And heave her Bosom unaware
    For neighb’ring Beaux to see it bare.
    At length a lucky Lover came,
    And found Admittance to the Dame.
    Suppose all Partys now agreed,
    The Writings drawn, the Lawyer fee’d,
    The Vicar and the Ring bespoke:
    Guess how could such a Match be broke.
    See then what Mortals place their Bliss in!
    Next morn betimes the Bride was missing,
    The Mother scream’d, the Father chid,
    Where can this idle Wench be hid?
    No news of Phil. The Bridegroom came,
    And thought his Bride had sculk’t for shame,
    Because her Father us’d to say
    The Girl had such a Bashfull way.
    Now John the Butler must be sent
    To learn the Road that Phillis went;
    The Groom was wisht to saddle Crop,
    For John must neither light nor stop;
    But find her where so’er she fled,
    And bring her back, alive or dead.
    See here again the Dev’l to do;
    For truly John was missing too:
    The Horse and Pillion both were gone
    Phillis, it seems, was fled with John.
    Old Madam who went up to find
    What Papers Phil had left behind,
    A Letter on the Toylet sees
    To my much honor’d Father; These:
    (‘Tis always done, Romances tell us,
    When Daughters run away with Fellows)
    Fill’d with the choicest common-places,
    By others us’d in the like Cases.
    That, long ago a Fortune-teller
    Exactly said what now befell her,
    And in a Glass had made her see
    A serving-Man of low Degree:
    It was her Fate; must be forgiven;
    For Marriages were made in Heaven:
    His Pardon begg’d, but to be plain,
    She’d do’t if ’twere to do again.
    Thank God, ’twas neither Shame nor Sin,
    For John was come of honest Kin:
    Love never thinks of Rich and Poor,
    She’d beg with John from Door to Door:
    Forgive her, if it be a Crime,
    She’ll never do’t another Time,
    She ne’r before in all her Life
    Once disobey’d him, Maid nor Wife.
    One Argument she summ’d up all in,
    The Thing was done and past recalling:
    And therefore hop’d she should recover
    His Favor, when his Passion’s over.
    She valued not what others thought her;
    And was–His most obedient Daughter.
    Fair Maidens all attend the Muse
    Who now the wandring Pair pursues:
    Away they rose in homely Sort
    Their Journy long, their Money Short;
    The loving Couple well bemir’d,
    The Horse and both the Riders tir’d:
    Their Vittells bad, their Lodging worse,
    Phil cry’d, and John began to curse;
    Phil wish’t, that she had strained a Limb
    When first she ventur’d out with him.
    John wish’t, that he had broke a Leg
    When first for her he quitted Peg.
    But what Adventures more befell ’em
    The Muse hath now no time to tell ’em.
    How Jonny wheadled, threatned, fawnd,
    Till Phillis all her Trinkets pawn’d:
    How oft she broke her marriage Vows
    In kindness to maintain her Spouse;
    Till Swains unwholsome spoyled the Trade,
    For now the Surgeon must be paid;
    To whom those Perquisites are gone
    In Christian Justice due to John.
    When Food and Rayment now grew scarce
    Fate put a Period to the Farce;
    And with exact Poetic Justice:
    For John is Landlord, Phillis Hostess;
    They keep at Stains the old blue Boar,
    Are Cat and Dog, and Rogue and Whore.

    Jonathan Swift.

    CvB x

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