A virgin, moon goddess, fairy queen, archer and rare mirror in one. The answer to the problem is simple once you have seen it: this is not a love song at all. It is a flattering ode to Elizabeth Tudor, the virgin queen, after whom Virginia was named. Though she had lovers, she never married, and could rejoice in the idolatrous admiration of the protestant part of her subjects. Her coat of arms was
with Latin motto Always the same. There were several concurring reasons why she was allegorically compared to the moon goddess Diana "Cynthia". Both were virgins (virgin queen, virgin goddess) and the moon reflected well the queen's motto: apparently changing, yet ever the same heavenly body. (As for 'reflected': yes, the moon is a mirror.) Painters, poets and playwrights alike used the moon goddess image. In literature we can mention Walter Rale(i)gh with The Ocean's Love to Cynthia, Ben Johnson with Cynthia's revels and sonnets by the unfortunate Robert Devereux, earl of Essex. And here is an early portrait of Elizabeth as Diana. Apart from the crescent, bow and arrows are also emblems of Diana, who was goddess of the hunt as well.
Elizabeth as Diana, ca. 1560 |
They drawing nigh, unto their God presentThat mirror rare, flower of faith and beauty excellent is, of course, Elizabeth in allegory.
That flower of faith and beauty excellent:
The God himself viewing that mirror rare,
Stood long amazed, and burnt in his intent;
Dowland's song. Dowland (or his lyricist if there is one) not only combined all these elements, but added another, which is the theme and final image of the poem: that Elizabeth's hunter's arrow and bow are in fact the arms of Amor, which he has handed over after unsuccessfully attacking a determined virgin-moon goddess-fairy queen guided (most unwomanly) by a constant mind. The poem is a dialogue between the poet and Amor (Love). To improve readability, we have put Amor's answers in italics.
Say, Love, if ever thou didst find
a woman with a constant mind?
None but one.
And what should that rare mirror be?
Some goddess or some queen is she,
she and only she,
she only queen of love and beauty.
But could thy fiery poisoned dart
at no time touch her spotless heart
nor come near?
She is not subject to Love's bow.
Her eye commands, her heart says 'no',
'no' and only 'no',
one 'no' another still does follow.
How might I that fair wonder know
That mocks desire with endless 'no'?
See the moon,
that ever in one change does grow
yet still the same, and she is so,
so and only so.
From Heaven her virtues she does borrow.
To her then yield thy shafts and bow,
that can command affections so.
Love is free,
so are her thoughts that vanquish thee.
There is no queen of love but she,
she and only she,
she only queen of love and beauty.
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