101; 'A
Searcloth
that souples all bruises,' Ibid.
John Donne
.
I have made a song (I pray thee
hear it) on the subject
Still to be neat, still to be drest. . .
The resemblance may be accidental, yet the frequency with which the
poem is dubbed _An Autumnal Face_ or _The Autumnall_ shows that the
phrase had struck home. Jonson's comedies seethe with such allusions,
and I rather suspect that he is poking fun at his friend's paradoxes,
perhaps in a sly way at that 'grave and youthful matron' Lady Danvers.
We cannot _prove_ that the poem was written so early, but the evidence
on the whole is in favour of Walton's statement.
PAGE =79=. ELEGIE I.
l. 4. That Donne must have written 'sere-barke' or 'seare-barke' is
clear, both from the evidence of the editions and MSS. and from the
vacillation of the latter. 'Cere-cloth' is a word which Donne uses
more than once in the sermons: 'A good Cere-cloth to bruises,'
_Sermons_ 80. 10.
101; 'A Searcloth that souples all bruises,' Ibid.
80. 66. 663. But to substitute 'sere-cloth' for 'sere-barke' would be
to miss the force of Donne's vivid description. The 'sere-cloth' with
which the sick man is covered is his own eruptive skin. Both Chambers
and Norton have noted the resemblance to Hamlet's poisoned father:
a most instant tetter barked about,
Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust,
All my smooth body.
ll. 19-20. _Nor, at his board together being sat
With words, nor touch, scarce looks adulterate. _
Quum premit ille torum, vultu comes ipsa modesto
Ibis, ut adcumbas; clam mihi tange pedem,
Me specta, nutusque meos, vultumque loquacem:
Excipe furtivas, et refer ipsa, notas.
Verba superciliis sine voce loquentia dicam:
Verba leges digitis, verba notata mero.
Quum tibi succurrit Veneris lascivia nostrae,
Purpureas tenero pollice tange genas.
Si quid erit, de me tacita quod mente queraris,
Pendeat extrema mollis ab aure manus:
Quum tibi, quae faciam, mea lux, dicamve placebunt,
Versetur digitis annulus usque tuis,
Tange manu mensam, quo tangunt more precantes,
Optabis merito quum mala multa viro.
Quod tibi miscuerit sapias, bibat ipse iubeto;
Tu puerum leviter posce, quod ipsa velis.
Quae tu reddideris, ego primus pocula sumam,
Et qua tu biberis, hac ego parte bibam.
hear it) on the subject
Still to be neat, still to be drest. . .
The resemblance may be accidental, yet the frequency with which the
poem is dubbed _An Autumnal Face_ or _The Autumnall_ shows that the
phrase had struck home. Jonson's comedies seethe with such allusions,
and I rather suspect that he is poking fun at his friend's paradoxes,
perhaps in a sly way at that 'grave and youthful matron' Lady Danvers.
We cannot _prove_ that the poem was written so early, but the evidence
on the whole is in favour of Walton's statement.
PAGE =79=. ELEGIE I.
l. 4. That Donne must have written 'sere-barke' or 'seare-barke' is
clear, both from the evidence of the editions and MSS. and from the
vacillation of the latter. 'Cere-cloth' is a word which Donne uses
more than once in the sermons: 'A good Cere-cloth to bruises,'
_Sermons_ 80. 10.
101; 'A Searcloth that souples all bruises,' Ibid.
80. 66. 663. But to substitute 'sere-cloth' for 'sere-barke' would be
to miss the force of Donne's vivid description. The 'sere-cloth' with
which the sick man is covered is his own eruptive skin. Both Chambers
and Norton have noted the resemblance to Hamlet's poisoned father:
a most instant tetter barked about,
Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust,
All my smooth body.
ll. 19-20. _Nor, at his board together being sat
With words, nor touch, scarce looks adulterate. _
Quum premit ille torum, vultu comes ipsa modesto
Ibis, ut adcumbas; clam mihi tange pedem,
Me specta, nutusque meos, vultumque loquacem:
Excipe furtivas, et refer ipsa, notas.
Verba superciliis sine voce loquentia dicam:
Verba leges digitis, verba notata mero.
Quum tibi succurrit Veneris lascivia nostrae,
Purpureas tenero pollice tange genas.
Si quid erit, de me tacita quod mente queraris,
Pendeat extrema mollis ab aure manus:
Quum tibi, quae faciam, mea lux, dicamve placebunt,
Versetur digitis annulus usque tuis,
Tange manu mensam, quo tangunt more precantes,
Optabis merito quum mala multa viro.
Quod tibi miscuerit sapias, bibat ipse iubeto;
Tu puerum leviter posce, quod ipsa velis.
Quae tu reddideris, ego primus pocula sumam,
Et qua tu biberis, hac ego parte bibam.
