
Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey - Non-Music, Lyric Poem (Literature)
“In Cyprus springs, whereas Dame Venus dwelt...” by Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey Lyrics
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In Cyprus springs, whereas Dame Venus dwelt, A well so hot that who so tastes the same, Were he of stone, as thawed ice should melt, And kindlèd find his breast with secret flame; Whose moist poison dissolvèd hath my hate. This creeping fire my cold limbs so oppressed That in the heart that harboured freedom late Endless despair long thraldom hath impressed. One eke so cold in frozen snow is found, Whose chilling venom of repugnant kind The fervent heat doth quench of Cupid's wound, And with the spot of change infects the mind; Whereof my dear hath tasted to my pain. My service thus is grown into disdain.
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Meaning of "“In Cyprus springs, whereas Dame Venus dwelt...”" by Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey
These lyrics plunge us into a dramatic, almost mythological scene in Cyprus, where two contrasting springs dictate the fate of love. The speaker describes being consumed by a "secret flame" from a hot well, while their beloved has tasted a chilling, venomous spring, leading to a devastating shift in affection. It's a tale of fervent passion meeting cold, inexplicable change. The speaker's experience with the hot well is one of overwhelming transformation. This isn't just love; it's a "moist poison" that dissolves hate, a "creeping fire" that oppresses, leaving the heart that once harbored freedom now impressed with "endless despair." The passion, initially described as kindling, quickly becomes an inescapable "thraldom," suggesting love's powerful grip can be both intoxicating and deeply confining. The true heartbreak arrives with the introduction of the second well, "so cold in frozen snow." Its "chilling venom of repugnant kind" directly quenches "Cupid's wound" and, more critically, "infects the mind" with "the spot of change." This stark contrast highlights the beloved's inexplicable shift from warmth to coldness, a change that feels like an illness or a corruption of the spirit, rather than a natural cooling. Ultimately, the lyrics are effective because they externalize the internal turmoil of unrequited love through vivid, almost allegorical imagery. The physical act of tasting these mythical waters makes the abstract pain of rejection feel tangible and inevitable. The speaker's passionate devotion, born of fire, is rendered futile by the beloved's chilling indifference, leaving "My service thus... grown into disdain."
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