Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2013 15:33:35 +0100
From: Earl King <e.king@ziggo.nl>
Subject: All Lovers Complain

General Information

Story : a fictional love story involving poet and fair youth.

Author : Earl King 2009

Copyright : Earl King 2013


Disclaimer

This story has its roots in ancient traditions, and is the latest
version in a long history of different authors and languages. If some
of the action may be perceived as illegal, or even as offensive, one
may consider that the average crime novel is no better. A story's
illegal action is no ground for prosecution, while even the most
heinous of crimes can be published without a warning on its bad
taste. When it comes to a love classic, however...

You have been warned. But why should you take heed?  the real taste
of story-telling is in the telling, not in the story.





All Lovers Complain

When that I met a fair and charming boy,
	With a hey, and a ho, bound by my spell,
The foolish thing was but a pleasant toy,
	With a hey, and a ho, and all went well:

"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
	Thou art more lovely and more hot a date,
Yet, sparkling fresh thou art, and spring-like gay,
	The summer's sun is but thine surrogate.

For all that beauty that doth cover thee,
	Makes thee the acting ruler of love's might,
Which in thy breast doth live: perform to me
	The perfect ceremony of love's rite."

"As an unperfect actor on this stage,
	Did Nature prick me out for wómen's pleasure."
"O, learn to read what I pen down, my page:
	Mine be thy love and thy love wins a treasure!"

Come away, come away, death!  a waste of shame
	Is love in action:  and till action, love
Vows heavenly joy.  O joy of joy!  O same
	Enjoyed no sooner but of joy disprove. 							(a due voci )

"O mastress mine, what is this sudden roaming?
	Trip no further!  where are you, pretty sweeting?
O stay and hear!  don't run!  your true love`s coming!
	I've told that journeys end in lovers meeting?

Lord of my love, to whom in every move
	Thy merit hath my worship strongly knit,
To thee I speak my heartfelt part to prove
	And witness worship, not to show my wit:

I hallow thy fair name, to hymns acquianted,
	Why shift and change as is false women's fashion?
A woman's face with nature's own hand painted,
	Hast thou!  O master-mistress of my passion!"

"Good pilgrim, you do wrong your lips too much!
	Though sweet and passionate their willful kiss,
For sin they pray while they in worship touch
	This painted boy, who leading lady is."

"Mine eye hath played the painter and hath drawn,
	Thy beauty in the windows to my heart,
Now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done:
	And how your eye delights in painter's art."

Thou perjured Love, what dost thou to mine eyes,
	That they behold, and spark thine blazing fire?
They know what beauty is, O! here it lies!
	Had, having, and in quest to have extreme desire.					(canon a 2 )

"Let me confess that we two must be twain,
	Although our undivided loves are one:
Farewell!  thou art too dear for me to gain
	From thy possession.  Hence I am gone!"

It was a lover and his laddy lass,
	With hey, ho, ding-a-ding, all birds did sing,
And hot a lay was in the fresh green grass,
	With hey, ho, sing;  sweet lovers love the spring.


Earl King
(with some guidance from an experienced friend)