such an affair is really aggravated by conducting it in the house and presence of the injured person, or whether the good taste which dictates a more remote scene of operations is not indeed a sham. It may be safely assumed that to Donne the question never occurred. Capable at any time of almost fierce absorption in a subject, in love he would be heedless of every consideration. Unquestionably at first he enjoyed himself, delighting in the secret assignations, the language of flowers and signs. We can imagine the three at table, the invalid husband, Donne, and the lady; Donne pouring out with secret delight brilliant conversation of which every other sentence contained an ingenious double meaning. It is amusing to imagine the affected language of this conversation with the lady. At first it appears she was something unfashionable of speech, or not too intelligent. Donne taught her to euphuize. She discovered an unsuspected aptitude for intrigue, and evidently showed signs at one time of extending the scope of her operations, for we find Donne in a violently jealous mood. ELEGIE VII: NATURES LAY IDEOT Nor by the eyes water call a maladie Since, household charmes, thy husbands name to teach, Were all the love trickes, that thy wit could reach; And since, an houres discourse could scarce have made One answer in thee, and that ill arraid That from the worlds Common having sever'd thee, Inlaid thee, neither to be seene, nor see, Thy graces and good words my creatures bee; force And leave him then, beeing made a ready horse? Evidently Donne took a keen pleasure in practising the elaborate art of love affected at that time. The next quotation-from "Elegie I: Jealosie "-shows the ugly side of the affair, and Donne's strange indifference to it. Fond woman, which would'st have thy husband And yet complain'st of his great jealousie; Thou would'st not weepé, but jolly, and frolicke bee, As a slave, which to morrow should be free; With words, nor touch, scarce lookes adulterate. Wee play in another house, what should we feare ? His seely plots, and pensionary spies, As the inhabitants of Thames right side Do Londons Major; or Germans, the Popes pride. It is clear that now the love-making has been in progress for a long time, and that the husband's suspicions are aroused. Also it would appear that Donne is no longer in the earliest stage of adoration. It is probable that this poem brings us to the beginning of the year 1596, during which Donne went with the expedition to Cadiz, which will be discussed later. In 1597 he went with Essex to the Azores, and in a verse letter to a friend1 suggests that one of the reasons for his going on the expedition was to disuse mee from the queasie paine Of being belov'd, and loving. Is it not likely, therefore, that he kept his resolution to be discreet by volunteering for foreign service? Certainly before he went he sent the lady his picture, accompanying it by a poem in which the most is made of the destructive possibilities of campaigning. ELEGIE V: HIS PICTURE Here take my Picture; though I bid farewell, Thine, in my heart, where my soule dwels, shall dwell. 'Tis like me now, but I dead, 'twill be more My face and brest of hairecloth, and my head And powders blew staines scatter'd on my skinne; 1 See pages 66-67. If rivall fooles taxe thee to have lov'd a man, The chances are that during Donne's absence in 1596 and 1597 the liaison died a natural death. Possibly both parties had recovered to some extent from their infatuation; perhaps the lady had developed wisdom; certainly, after his return, Donne, who was taking up a responsible position, had reasons for wishing to end so compromising an affair. At any rate such a decision was taken. In "Elegie XII: His Parting from Her" we see that some real affection had underlain Donne's arrogant love-making. He begins: Since she must go, and I must mourn, come Environ me with darkness, whilst I write : I am to suffer when my Love is gone. Later, in apostrophizing Love, he continues: Was't not enough that thou didst dart thy fires |