《The Dampe》约翰·但恩诗赏析

The Dampe

When I am dead, and Doctors know not why,

And my friends curiositie

Will have me cut up to survay each part,

When they shall finde your Picture in my heart,

You thinke a sodaine dampe of love　

Will through all their senses move,

And worke on them as mee, and so preferre

Your murder, to the name of Massacre.

Poore victories! But if you dare be brave,

And pleasure in your conquest have,　

First kill th'enormous Gyant, your Disdaine,

And let th'enchantresse Honor, next be slaine,

And like a Goth and Vandall rize,

Deface Records, and Histories

Of your owne arts and triumphs over men,　

And without such advantage kill me then.

For I could muster up as well as you

My Gyants, and my Witches too,

Which are vast Constancy, and Secretnesse,

But these I neyther looke for, nor professe;　

Kill mee as Woman, let mee die

As a meere man; doe you but try

Your passive valor, and you shall finde than,

Naked you'have odds enough of any man.