The Phoenix and the Turtle

THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE
by William Shakespeare
Let the bird of loudest lay,
On the sole Arabian tree,
Herald sad and
trumpet be,
To whose sound chaste wings obey.
But thou, shrieking harbinger,
Foul pre-currer of the fiend,
Augur
of the fever's end,
To this troop come thou not near.
From this session interdict
Every fowl of tyrant wing,
Save the
eagle, feather'd king:
Keep the obsequy so strict.
Let the priest in surplice white,
That defunctive music can,
Be the
death-defying swan,
Lest the requiem lack his right.
And thou, treble-dated crow,
That thy sable gender mak'st
With the
breath thou giv'st and tak'st,
'Mongst our mourners shalt thou go.
Here the anthem doth commence:
Love and constancy is dead;

Phoenix and the turtle fled
In a mutual flame from hence.
So they lov'd, as love in twain
Had the essence but in one;
Two
distincts, division none:
Number there in love was slain.
Hearts remote, yet not asunder;
Distance, and no space was seen

'Twixt the turtle and his queen;
But in them it were a wonder.
So between them love did shine,
That the turtle saw his right

Flaming in the phoenix' sight:
Either was the other's mine.
Property was thus appall'd,
That the self was not the same;
Single
nature's double name
Neither two nor one was call'd.
Reason, in itself confounded,
Saw division grow together;
To
themselves yet either-neither,
Simple were so well compounded.

That it cried how true a twain
Seemeth this concordant one!
Love
hath reason, reason none
If what parts can so remain.
Whereupon it made this threne
To the phoenix and the dove,

Co-supreme and stars of love;
As chorus to their tragic scene.
THRENOS.
Beauty, truth, and rarity.
Grace in all simplicity,
Here enclos'd in
cinders lie.
Death is now the phoenix' nest;
And the turtle's loyal breast
To
eternity doth rest,
Leaving no posterity:--
'Twas not their infirmity,
It was married
chastity.
Truth may seem, but cannot be:
Beauty brag, but 'tis not she;
Truth
and beauty buried be.
To this urn let those repair
That are either true or fair;
For these
dead birds sigh a prayer.
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