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niore.

To wicked spirits are horrid shapes assign'd; Coheir to his glory, and Sabbath's endless test :
This beauteous form affumes a piteous mind. And as a robb'd man, which by search doth find

His stoln stuff fold, must lose or buy't again;
XIV.

The Sun of glory came down and was Nain,
Batter my heart, three-perfon'd God, for you Us, whoin he 'had made, and Satan stole, e' un-
As yet but knock; breathe, shine,and seek to mend, bind.
That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me, and 'Twas much that man was made like God be-
bend

[new. fore, Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me But that God should be made like man much I, like an usurpt town, to another due, Labour admit you, but oh! to no end : Reason, your viceroy in me, we should defend,

XVI. But is captiv’d, and proves weak or untrue ;

Father, part of his double interest Yet dearly I love you, and would be lov'd fain,

Unto thy kingdom thy Son gives to me; But am betroth'd unto your enemy.

His joincure, in the knotty Trinity Divorce me, untie, or break that note again;

He keeps, and gives to me his death's conquest. Take me to you, imprison me; for I,

This Lamb, whose death with life the world hath Except you' enthral me, never shall be free,

bleft, Nor ever chaste, except you ravilh me.

Was from the world's beginning flain, and he

Hath made two wills which, with the legacy XV.

Of his and thy kingdom, thy sons inveft : Wilt thou love God as he thee? then digest, Yet such are these laws, that men argue yet My Soul! this wholesome meditation,

Whether a man those Itatutes can fulfil : How God the Spirit, by angels waited on None doth; but thy all-healing grace and Spirit In heav'n, doth make his temple in thy breast.

Revive again what law and letter kill : The Father having begot a Son most bleft,

Thy law's abridgment and thy last command And ftill begetting, (for he ne'er begun)

Is all but love; 0, let this last will stand ! Hath deigu'd to choose thee by adoption,

O DE

VENGEANCE will fit above our faults; but till
She there do Git
We see her not nor them. Thus blind, yet still
We lead her way; and thus whilst we do ill
We fuffer it.
Unhappy he whom youth makes not beware
Of doing ill :
Enough we labour under age and care :
In number th' errors of the last place are
The greatest ftill.

uit.
Yet we, that should the ill we now begin
As soon repent,

[seen,
(Strange thing !) perceive not; our faults are not
But palt us; neither felt, but only in
The punishment.
But tre know ourselves leaft; mere outward Mews
Our minds so store,
That our souls, no more than our eyes, disclofe
But form and colour : only he who knows
Himse!f knows more:

IV.

11.

PO EMS, SONGS, SONNETS.

one.

THE FLEA.

Let sea-discovercrs to new worlds have gone,

Let maps to other worlds our world have shown, Mark but this Flea, and mark, in this,

Let us possess one world; each hath one, and is How little that which thou deny'st me is; Me it suck'd first, and now sucks thee, And in this Flea our two bloods mingled be. My face in thine eye, thine in mine appcars, Confess it : this cannot be said

And true plain hearts do in the faces rest : A fin or shame, or loss of maidenhead;

Where can we find two fitter hemispheres Yet this enjoys before it woo,

Without sharp North, without declining West ? And pamper'd swells with one blood made of two; Whatever dies was not mixt equally. And this, alas! is more than we could do. If our two loves be one, both thou and I

Love just alike in all; none of these loves cap Oh! stay; three lives in one Flea (pare,

die,
Where we almost, nay, more than marry'd are.
This Flea is you and I, and this
Our marriage bed and marriage temple is.
Though parents grudge, and you, we're met,

SONG.
And cloister'd in these living walls of jet ;
Though use make you apt to kill me,
Let not to that sell-murder added be,

Go, and catch a falling star,

Get with child a mandrake root, And sacrilege, three fins iu killing three.

Tell nie where all times paft are, Cruel and sudden, haft thou since

Or who cleft the devil's foot : Purpled thy nail in blood of innocence ?

Teach me to hear mermaids singing, Wherein could this Flea guilty be,

Or to keep off envy's singing,

And find
Except in that blood which it suck'd from thee?

What wind
Yet thou triumph'ft, and say'st that thou
Find's not thyself nor me the weaker now:

Serves to advance an honest mind. 'Tis true; then learn how false fears be:

If thou be's born to frange rights,
Just so much honour, when thou yield'it to me,
Will waste, as this Flea's death took life from Things invisible go see,

Ride ten thousand days and nights,
thee.

Till age snow white hairs on thee;
Thou, when thou return't, wilt tell nic

All strange wonders that befell thce,
THE GOOD-MORROW.

And swear
I WONDER, by my troth! what thou and I No where
Did till we lov'di Were we not wean'd till then. Lives a woman true and fair.
But suck'd on childish pleasures fillyly?
Ordumber'd we in the seven-sleeper's den? If thou find it one let me know,
'Twas fo; but as all pleasures fancies be,

Such a pilgrimage were sweet;
If ever any beauty I did see,

Yet do not; I would not go,
Which I defir'd and got, 'twas but a dream of thee. Though at next door me might meet.

Though she were true when you met her,
And now good-morrow to our waking souls, And last till you write your litter,
Which nach not one another out of fear; Yet The
For love all love of other fights controuls,

Will be
din makes one little room an ever y-vherc. Falle cre I come to two or three.

WOMAN'S CONSTANCY.

Sawcy pedantick Wretch! go, chide

Late school-boys, or four 'prentices; Now thou hast lov'd me one whole day,

Go tell coure-huntsmen that the king will ride; To-Morrow when thou leav't what wilt thou say? Call country ants to harvest offices; Wilt thon chen antedate some new-made vow? Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime, Or say that now

Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of We are not just those persons which we were ?

time.
Or that oaths, made in reverential fear
Of Love and his wrath, any may forswear? Thy beams fo reverend and strong,
Or, as true deaths true marriages untie,

Dost thou not think
So lovers contracts, images of those,

I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink, Bind but till Sleep, Death's image, them unloose ? But that I would not lose her fight so long? Or, your own end to justify

If her eyes have not blinded thine, For having purpos'd change and falsehood, you Look, and to-morrow late tell me, Can have no way but falsehood to be true? Whether both th' Indias of spice and mine Vain lunatic ! against these scapes I could Be where thou left them, or lie here with me : Dispute and conquer, if I would ;

Ak for those kings whom thou saw'st yesterday, Which I abftain to do,

And thou shalt hcar, All here in one bed lay. For by to-morrow I may think so too.

She's all states, and all princes I,
Nothing else is.

Princes do but play us; compar'd to this
THE UNDERTAKING.

All honour's mimic, all wealth alchymy.
I Have done one braver thing

Thou, Sun! art half as happy as we

In that the world's contracted thus :
Than all the Worthies did,
And yet a braver thence doth spring,

Thine age asks ease; and Gince thy duties be Which is, to keep that hid.

To warm the world, that's done in warming us.

Shine here to us, and thou art every where; It were but madness now t' impart

This bed thy center is, these walls thy sphere, The kill of (pecular stone, When he which can have learn'd the art To cut it can find none.

THE INDIFFERENT, So if I now should utter this,

I call love both fair and brown; Others (because no more

Her whom abundance melts, and her whom want Sach fuffe to work upon there is)

betrays; Would love but as before.

Her who loves loneness belt, and her who sports

and plays; But he who loveliness within

Her whom the country form'd, and whom the Hach found, all outward lothes;

town; For he who colour loves and skin,

Her who believes, and her who tries; Lores but their oldest clothes.

Her who ftill weeps with spongy eyes,

And her who is dry cork, and never cries : If, as I have, you also do

I can love her, and her, and you, and you ;
Virtue in women fee,

I can love any, so the be not true.
And dare love that, and say so too,
And forget the he and she;

Will no other vice content you?

Will it not serve your turn to do as did your And if this love, though placed fo,

mothers? From profane men you hide, Which will no faith on this bestow,

Or have you all old viccs worn, and now would

find out others? Or if they do deride :

Or doth a fear that men are true torment you?

Oh! we are not, be not you so; Then you have done a braver thing

Let me, and do you twenty know. Than all the Worthies did,

Rob mc, but bind me not, and let me go. And a braver thence will spring,

Must I, who came to travel thorough you, Which is, to keep that hid.

Grow your fixt subject because you are true ?

Venus heard me sing this song,
THE SUN RISING.

And by love's sweetest sweet, variety, she swore

She heard not this till now; it should be so no B:31 old fool! unruly Sun! Why dost thou thus

(us? She went, examin'd, and return'a cre long, Tarough windows and through curtains look on And said, Alas! fome two or three 109 to thy mocions lovers seafoas run ?

Poor beradics in love there be

niore.

Which think to 'stablish dangerous conftancy; The phenix riddle hath more wit
But I have told them, since you will be true, By us; we two, being one, are it;
You shall be true to them who're false to you. So to one neutral thing both sexes fit.

We die and rise the same, and prove
Mysterious by this love.

LOVE'S USTRY.

For every hour that thou wilt spare me now
I will allow,
Ufurious god of Love! twenty to thee,
When with my brown my gray hairs equal be;
Till then, Love ! let my body range, and let
Me travel, fojourn, snatch, plot, have, forget,
Resume my last year's relict ; think that yet
We had never met.

We can die by it, if not live by love.
And if unfit for tomb or hearse
Our legend be, it will be fit for verse;
And if no piece of chronicle we prove,
We'll build in fonnets pretty rooms.
As well a well-wrought urn becomes
The greatest ashes as half-acre tombs;
And by those hymns all shall approve
Us canoniz'd for love :

And thus invoke us, you whom reverend love
Made one another's hermitage;
You to whom love was peace, that now is rage
Who did the whole world's foul contra&, :

drove
Into the glasses of your eyes,
So made Tuch mirrors and such spies,
That they did all to you epitomise.
Countries, towns, courts, beg from above
A pattern of our love.

Let me think any rival's letter mine,
And at next nine
Keep midnight's promise ; mistake by the way
'The maid, and tell the lady of that delay;
Only let me love none, no, not the sport
From country grass to confitures of court,
Or city's quelque-choses ; let not report
My mind transport.
This bargain's good; if, when I'm old, I be
Inflam'd by thee,
Jfthine own honour, or my shame or pain
Thou covet most, at that age thou thalt gain :
Do thy will then ; then subject and degree,
And fruit of love, Love! I submit to thee :
Spare me till then, I'll bear it, though she be
One that loves me.

THE TRIPLE FOOL.

CANONIZATION.

For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love,
Or chide my palsy or my gout,
My five gray hairs or ruin'd fortunes flout;
With wealth your state, your mind with arts im-

prove.
Take you a course, get you a place,
Observe his bionour or his Grace,
Or the Kings real or his stamped face
Contemplare; what you will approve,
So you will let me love.

Lam two fools, I know,
For loving, and for saying so
In whining poetry :
But where's that wife man that would not be
If fhe would not deny?
Then as th' carth's inward narrow crooked la
Do purge sea water's fretful salt away,
I thought if I could draw my pains
Through rhime's vexation I should them alla
Grief brought to number cannot be so fierce,
For he rames it that fetters it in verse :
But when I have done so,
Some man, his art or voice to show,
Doth set and sing my pain,
And, by delighting many, frecs again
Grief, which verse did restrain.
To love and grief tribute of verse belongs,
But not of such as pleases when 'tis read;
Both are increased by such songs ;
For both their triumphs so are published,
And I, which was two fools, do so grow three
Who are a little wise the best fools be.

Alas! alas ! who's injur'd by my love?
What merchanis' thips have niy sighs drown'd?
Who says my tears have overflow'd his ground?
When did my colds a forward spring remove ?
When did the hears which my reins fill
Add one more to the plaguy bill?
Soldiers find wars, and lawyers find out ftill
Litigious men whom quarrels move,
Though she and I do love.

LOVER'S INFINITENESS. If yet I have not all thy love, Dear! I fall never have it all : I cannot breathe one other figh to move, Nor can entreat one other tear to fall; And all my treasure, which should purchase Sighs, tears, and oaths, and letters, I have spent Yet no more can be due to me Than 34 the bargain pade was it eant:

Call's what you will, we are made fuch by love;
Call her one, me another Ay;
We are tapers too, and at our own coft die;
And we in us fand th'cagle and the dove;

i then ths gift of love was partial,

It cangot be
That leac for me, fome should to others fall, That thou lov'st me as thou say'lt;
Dear! Ihall never bave it all.

If in thine my life thou waste,

That art the life of me.
Or, i then chou giv'lt me all,
All was dat all, which thou hads then :

Let not thy divining heart
Bar in thy heart since there be, or thall, Forethink me any ill,
No love created be by other men,

Destiny may take thy part, Which have their stocks entire, and can in tears, And may thy fears fulfil; la ágts, in sathis, in letters, outbid me,

But think that we This new love may begee new fears,

Are but laid aside to sleep: For this love was not yow'd by thee;

They who one another keep
And yet it was thy gift, being general.

Alive ne'er parted be.
The ground, thy heart, is mine; whatever shall
Groz there, Dear! I should have it all.

THE LEGACY.

Telwald not have all yet;
He bu hath all can have no more :
Ardiae my love doth every day admit
New greeth, itou Rouldst have new rewards in

tore.
The cast not every day give me thy heart;
Lezou can give it, then thou never gav't it.
len riddles are, that though thy heart depart,
I taps a home, and thou with losing sav'it it:
Bct * will love a way more liberal
The darging hearts to join us! so we shall
kut, and one another's all.

When last I dy'd (and, Dear! I die
As often as from thee I go,
Though it be but an hour ago,
And lovers hours be full eternity)
I can remember yet that I
Something did say, and something did bestow;
Though I be dead, which fent me, I might be
Mine own executor and legacy.

SONG.

I heard me say, Tell her anon
That myself, that is you, not I,
Did kill nie; and when I felt me die,
I bid me fend my heart when I was gone,
But I, alas! could find there none,

[ly,
When I had rip'd and search'd where hearts thould
It kill'd me again that I, who still was true
In life, in my last will should cozen you.

SSLITEST Love! I do not go
iz reriness of thee,
Vi hope the world can shew
After love for me ;
Bat foc that I
Vzł die at lait, 't is best
Ta w ale myself in jest
bized death to dic.

Yet I found something like a beart,
For colours it and corners had;
It was not gord, it was not bad,
It was entire to none, and few had part:
As good as could be made by art
It seem'd, and therefore for our lofs be sad.
I meant to send that heart instead of mine ;
But, oh! no man could hold it, for 't was thine.

A FEVER.

Yihernight the sun went hence,
And yet is here to-day;
Hz bath so delire nor fense,
No ei lo short a way:
Then fear not me,
Bar believe that I shall make
Haha journies, since I take
Vice wings and spurs than he.
Obor feeble is man's power,
Ta is good fortune fall,
Casat add another hour,
Wc a loft hour recall !
Bet conxe bad chance,
And we join to ’t our strength,
And he teach it art and length,
kich o'er us t' advance.
Then the ligh'ft, thou figh's no wind,
Bu figh'it my soul away:
Vlad thor weep'lt, unkindly kind,
My life's blood doth decay.

Ou! do not die, for I shall hate
All women so, when thou art gone,
That chee I shall not celebrate,
When I remember thou wast one.

But yet chou canst not die, I know :
To leave this world behind is death;
But when thou from this world wilt go,
The whole world vapours in thy breach.

Or if when thou, the world's soul, goelt,
It stay, i is but thy carcase then,
The sairest woman but thy głott,
But corrupt worms the worthicit mer.

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