The burnt-out ends of smoky days.
~ T. S. Eliot
Photo: Piccadilly Circus during the Great Smog of 1952 - London
Why So Pale And Wan, Fond Lover?
by Sir John Suckling (1606-1642)
Why so pale and wan, fond lover?
Prithee, why so pale? —
Will, when looking well can't move her,
Looking ill prevail?
Prithee, why so pale?
Why so dull and mute, young sinner?
Prithee, why so mute? —
Will, when speaking well can't win her,
Saying nothing do't?
Prithee, why so mute?
Quit, quit, for shame! this will not move,
This cannot take her —
If of herself she will not love,
Nothing can make her:
The Devil take her!
Lavender is for lovers true,
Which evermore be faine;
Desiring always for to have
Some pleasure for their paine:
And when that they obtainèd have
The love that they require,
Then have they all their perfect joie,
And quenchèd is the fire.
~ A Handful of Pleasant Delights (1584) by Clement Robinson and Divers Others