Love is a "glorious Sun within our Souls, / Whose Influence so much controuls; / Ev'n dull and heavy Lumps of Love, / Quicken'd by [it], more lively move"
— Sheffield, John, first duke of Buckingham and Normanby (1647-1721)
Work Title
Place of Publication
London
Date
1723, 1740
Metaphor
Love is a "glorious Sun within our Souls, / Whose Influence so much controuls; / Ev'n dull and heavy Lumps of Love, / Quicken'd by [it], more lively move"
Metaphor in Context
For Love the Miser will his Gold despise,
The False grow faithful, and the Foolish wise;
Cautious the Young, and complaisant the Old,
The Cruel gentle, and the Coward bold.
Thou glorious Sun within our Souls,
Whose Influence so much controuls;
Ev'n dull and heavy Lumps of Love,
Quicken'd by thee, more lively move;
And if their Heads but any Substance hold,
Love ripens all that Dross into the purest Gold.
In Heav'n's great Work thy Part is such,
That master-like thou giv'st the last great Touch
To Heav'n's own Master-piece of Man;
And finishest what Nature but began:
Thy happy Stroke can into Softness bring
Reason, that rough and wrangling thing.
From Childhood upwards we decay,
And grow but greater Children ev'ry Day:
So, Reason, how can we be said to rise?
So many Cares attend the being wise,
'Tis rather falling down a Precipice.
From Sense to Reason unimprov'd we move;
We only then advance, when Reason turns to Love.
The False grow faithful, and the Foolish wise;
Cautious the Young, and complaisant the Old,
The Cruel gentle, and the Coward bold.
Thou glorious Sun within our Souls,
Whose Influence so much controuls;
Ev'n dull and heavy Lumps of Love,
Quicken'd by thee, more lively move;
And if their Heads but any Substance hold,
Love ripens all that Dross into the purest Gold.
In Heav'n's great Work thy Part is such,
That master-like thou giv'st the last great Touch
To Heav'n's own Master-piece of Man;
And finishest what Nature but began:
Thy happy Stroke can into Softness bring
Reason, that rough and wrangling thing.
From Childhood upwards we decay,
And grow but greater Children ev'ry Day:
So, Reason, how can we be said to rise?
So many Cares attend the being wise,
'Tis rather falling down a Precipice.
From Sense to Reason unimprov'd we move;
We only then advance, when Reason turns to Love.
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Provenance
Searching in HDIS (Poetry)
Citation
Searching, 8 entries in ECCO and ESTC (1723, 1726, 1752, 1753, 1779, 1790, 1800).
Text from The Works of John Sheffield, Earl of Mulgrave, Marquis of Normanby, and Duke of Buckingham. 2 vols, 3rd ed., Corrected (London: Printed for T. Wotton and D. Browne, 1740).
Appears in The Works of John Sheffield, Duke of Buckingham, 2 vols. (London: John Barber, 1723). <Link to ECCO>
Text from The Works of John Sheffield, Earl of Mulgrave, Marquis of Normanby, and Duke of Buckingham. 2 vols, 3rd ed., Corrected (London: Printed for T. Wotton and D. Browne, 1740).
Appears in The Works of John Sheffield, Duke of Buckingham, 2 vols. (London: John Barber, 1723). <Link to ECCO>
Date of Entry
07/19/2005
