{"id":1399003,"date":"2005-06-10T04:45:00","date_gmt":"2005-06-10T04:45:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/su.blog.bunty.tv\/2005\/06\/10\/His-Coy-Mistress-to\/"},"modified":"2007-11-26T03:36:52","modified_gmt":"2007-11-26T03:36:52","slug":"His-Coy-Mistress-to","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/su.blog.bunty.tv\/?p=1399003","title":{"rendered":"His Coy Mistress to"},"content":{"rendered":"
Stumbleupon Review<\/a>\n<\/div>\n

His Coy Mistress to Mr. Marvell<\/a>
\nby A. D. Hope, from “Book of Answers” (Sydney: Angus & Robertson, 1978)<\/p>\n

\n Since you have world enough and time
\n Sir, to admonish me in rhyme,
\n Pray Mr Marvell, can it be
\n You think to have persuaded me?
\n Then let me say: you want the art
\n To woo, much less to win my heart.
\n The verse was splendid, all admit,
\n And, sir, you have a pretty wit.
\n All that indeed your poem lacked
\n Was logic, modesty, and tact,
\n Slight faults and ones to which I own,
\n Your sex is generally prone;
\n But though you lose your labour, I
\n Shall not refuse you a reply:<\/p>\n

First, for the language you employ:
\n A term I deprecate is “coy”;
\n The ill-bred miss, the bird-brained Jill,<\/p>\n

May simper and be coy at will;
\n A lady, sir, as you will find,
\n Keeps counsel, or she speaks her mind,
\n Means what she says and scorns to fence
\n And palter with feigned innocence.<\/p>\n

The ambiguous “mistress” next you set
\n Beside this graceless epithet.
\n “Coy mistress”, sir? Who gave you leave
\n To wear my heart upon your sleeve?
\n Or to imply, as sure you do,
\n I had no other choice than you
\n And must remain upon the shelf
\n Unless I should bestir myself?
\n Shall I be moved to love you, pray,
\n By hints that I must soon decay?
\n No woman’s won by being told
\n How quickly she is growing old;
\n Nor will such ploys, when all is said,
\n Serve to stampede us into bed.<\/p>\n

When from pure blackmail, next you move
\n To bribe or lure me into love,
\n No less inept, my rhyming friend,
\n Snared by the means, you miss your end.
\n “Times winged chariot”, and the rest
\n As poetry may pass the test;
\n Readers will quote those lines, I trust,
\n Till you and I and they are dust;
\n But I, your destined prey, must look
\n Less at the bait than at the hook,
\n Nor, when I do, can fail to see
\n Just what it is you offer me:
\n Love on the run, a rough embrace
\n Snatched in the fury of the chase,
\n The grave before us and the wheels
\n Of Time’s grim chariot at our heels,
\n While we, like “am’rous birds of prey”,
\n Tear at each other by the way.<\/p>\n

To say the least, the scene you paint
\n Is, what you call my honour, quaint!
\n And on this point what prompted you
\n So crudely, and in public too,
\n To canvass and, indeed, make free
\n With my entire anatomy?
\n Poets have licence, I confess,
\n To speak of ladies in undress;
\n Thighs, hearts, brows, breasts are well enough,
\n In verses this is common stuff;
\n But — well I ask: to draw attention
\n To worms in — what I blush to mention,
\n And prate of dust upon it too!
\n Sir, was this any way to woo?<\/p>\n

Now therefore, while male self-regard
\n Sits on your cheek, my hopeful bard,
\n May I suggest, before we part,
\n The best way to a woman’s heart
\n Is to be modest, candid, true;
\n Tell her you love and show you do;
\n Neither cajole nor condescend
\n And base the lover on the friend;
\n Don’t bustle her or fuss or snatch:
\n A suitor looking at his watch
\n Is not a posture that persuades
\n Willing, much less reluctant maids.<\/p>\n

Remember that she will be stirred
\n More by the spirit than the word;
\n For truth and tenderness do more
\n Than coruscating metaphor.
\n Had you addressed me in such terms
\n And prattled less of graves and worms,
\n I might, who knows, have warmed to you;
\n But, as things stand, must bid adieu
\n (Though I am grateful for the rhyme)
\n And wish you better luck next time.\t<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Stumbleupon Review His Coy Mistress to Mr. Marvell by A. D. Hope, from “Book of Answers” (Sydney: Angus & Robertson, 1978) Since you have world enough and time Sir, to admonish me in rhyme, Pray Mr Marvell, can it be … Continue reading →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":""},"categories":[10991],"tags":[400569],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/su.blog.bunty.tv\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1399003"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/su.blog.bunty.tv\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/su.blog.bunty.tv\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/su.blog.bunty.tv\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/su.blog.bunty.tv\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1399003"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/su.blog.bunty.tv\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1399003\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/su.blog.bunty.tv\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1399003"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/su.blog.bunty.tv\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1399003"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/su.blog.bunty.tv\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1399003"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}