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O wrangling Schools! that search what fire
Shall burn this world : had none the wit

'Tis true, 't is day; what though it be? Unto this knowledge to aspire,

O! wilt thou therefore rise from me ? That this her Fever might be ir ?

Why should we rise because 't is light?

Did we lie down because 't was night) And yet she cannot waste by this,

Love which, in spite of darkness, brought us Nor long endure this torturing wrong,

hither, For more corruption needful is

Should, in despite of light, keep us together. To fuel such a fever long.

Light hath no congue, but is all eye: These burning fits but meteors be,

If it could speak as well as fpy, Whose matter in thee foon is spent;

This were the worst that it could say, Thy beauty, and all parts which are thee,

That being well, 1 fain would stay, Are an unchangeable firmament :

And that I lov'd my heart and honour so,

That I would not from her that had them go. Yet 't was of my mind, seizing thee, Though it in thee cannot persevere;

Must bus'ness thee from hence remove? For I had rather owner be

Oh! that 's the worst disease of love;
Of thec one hour than all else ever.

The poor, the foul, the falle, love can
Admit, but not the bufied man.
He which hath bus'ness, and makes love, doth do

Such wrong as when a married man doth woo.


Twice or thrice had I lov'd thee
Before I knew thy face or name;
So in a voice, so in a thapeless flame,
Angels affcet us oft', and worshipp'd be :
Still when to where thou wert I came,
Some lovely glorious nothing did I see:
But since my soul, whose child love is,
Takes limbs of flesh, and else could nothing do,
More subtile than the parent is
Love must not be, but take a body too ;
And therefore what thou wert, and who,
I bid Love ask, and now
That it assume thy body I allow,
And fix itself in thy lips, eyes, and brow.

Whilft thus to ballast Love I thought,
And so more steadily to ’have gone
With wares which would link admiration,
I saw I had Love's pinnace over-fraughe ;
Thy every hair for Love to work upon
Is much too much, some fitter must be sought;
For nor in nothing, nor in things
Extreme and scattering bright, can love inhere :
'Then as an angel face, and wings
Of air, not pure as it, yet pure doth wear,
So thy love may be my love's sphere.
Just such disparity
As is 'cwixt Air's and Angel's purity,
*Twixt women's love and mco's will ever be.

All kings, and all their favourites,
All glory of honours, beauties, wits,
The sun itsell (which makes times as they pass)
Is elder by a year now than it was
When thou and I first one another law :
All other things to their destruction draw,
Only our love hath no decay;
This no to-morrow hath, nor yesterday;
Running, it never runs from us away,
But truly keeps his first, last, everlasting day.
Two graves must hide thine and my corse :
If one might, death were no divorce.
Alas! as well as other princes, we
(Who prince enough in one another be)
Must leave at last in death these eyes and ears,
Oft' fed with true oaths and with sweet falt tears:
But souls where nothing dwells but love,
(Allother thoughts being inmates) then shall prove
This, or a love increased there above,
When bodies to their graves, souls from their

graves remove.
And then we shall be th'roughly blett,
But now no more than all the rest.
Here upon earth were kings, and none but we
Can be such kings, nor of such subjects be.
Who is so safe as we? where none can do
Treason to us, except one of us two.
True and false fears let us refrain :
Let us love nobiy, and live, and add again
Years and years unto years, till we attain
To write threescore; this is the second of our reiga.


STAY, O Sweet! and do not rise,
The light that shines comes from thinc eyes;
The day breaks not, it is my heart,
Because that you and I must part.
Stay, or else my joys will die,
And perish in their infancy.

Of my Name in tbe Window.


Mr name, engrav'd herein,
Doth contribute my firmness to this glass,




Which ever since that charm hath been

So in forgetting thou rememb'rest right,
As hard as that which grav'd it was :

And unaware to me shall write.
Thine eye will give it price enough to mock
The diamonds of either rock.

But glass and lines must be

No means our firm substantial love to keep i 'Tis much that glass should be

Near death infifts this lethargy, As all confelħng and through shine as 1 :

And thus I murmur in my leep : 'Tis more that it shews thee to thee,

Impute this idle talk to that I go,
And clear reflects thee to thine eye.

For dying men talk often so.
But all such rules Love's magic can undo;
Here you see me and I see you.

11. As no one point nor dash,

Which are but accessaries to this name,
The show'rs and tempests can outwali,

Blasted with sighs, and surrounded with teara, So hall all times find me the same :

Hither I come to seek the spring, You this entireness better may fulfil,

And at mine eyes, and at mine ears, Who bave the pattern with you still.

Receive such balm as else cures every thing :

But, O! self-traitor, I do bring Or if too hard and deep

The Spider Love, which transubstantiates all, This learning be for a scratch'd name to ceach,

And can convert manna to gall; It as a given Death's head keep,

And that this place may thoroughly be thought Lovers mortality to preach,

True Paradise, I have the serpent brought.
Or think this ragged bony name to be
My ruinous anatomy.

'Twere wholsomer for me that winter did

Benight the glory of this place, Then as all my souls be

And that a grave frost did forbid Emparadis'd in you (in whom alone

These trees to laugh and muck me to my face : I understand, and grow, and fee)

But since I cannot this disgrace The rafters of my body, bone,

Endure, nor leave this Garden, Love, let mc Being still with you, the muscle, linew, and vein,

Some fenseless piece of this place be ; Which till this house, will come again.

Make me a mandrake, so I may grow here,

Or a stone fountain weeping out my year.
Till my return, repair,
And recompad my scatter'd body fo,

Hither with crystal vials, Lovers! come,
As all the virtuous powers which are

And take my tears, which are love's wine, Fir'd in the stars, are faid to flow

And try your mistress' tears at home, loco such characters as graved be,

For all are false that taste not just like mine : When those stars had supremacy.

Alas! hearts do not in eyes shine,

Nor can you more judge woman's thoughts by tears, vii. So since this name was cuc

Than by her Ahadow what she wears. When love and grief their exaltation had,

O perverse sex! where none is true but she, No door 'gainst this name's influence shut ;

Who's therefore true, because her truth kills me.
As much more loving as more fad
'Twill make thee; and thou shouldīt, till I return,
Şince I die daily, daily mourn.

When thy inconsiderate hand

I'll tell thee now (dear Love) what thou shalt de Flings ope this calement, with my trembling name, To anger Deliny, as the doth us; 'To look on one whose wit or land

How I shall stay, though the cloigne me thus, New battery to thy heart may frame,

And how posterity shall know it too;
Then think this name alive, and that thou thus How thine may out-endure
Ja it offend's my genius.

Sibyl's glory, and obscure

Her who from Pindar could allure, And when thy melted maid,

And her through whose help Lucan is not lame, Corrupted by the lover's gold or page,

And her whose book (they say) Homer did find His letter at thy pillow' hath laid,

and name. Dispute thou it, and tame thy rage. If thou to him beginn'it to thaw for this,

Study our manuscripts, those myriads May my name step in and hide his.

Of letters which past 'twixt thce and me;

Thence write our annals, and in them will be And if this treason go

To all whom love's subliming firc invades,
To an overt a&, and that thou write again, Rule and example found :
In superscribing my name flow

There the faith of any ground
Ato thy fancy from the pen,

No schismatic will dare to wound,




That sees how Love this grace to us affords, If then at first wise nature had
Tomake, to keep, to use, to be, these his records. Made women either good or bad,

Then some we might hate, and some choose
This Book, as long liv'd as the elements,

But since she did them fo create,
Or as the world's form, this all-graved tomb, That we may neither love nor hate,
In cipher writ, or new-made idiom;

Only this rests, all all may use.
We for Love's clergy only are inftruments.
When this Book is made thus,

If they were good it would be seen;
Should again the ravenous

Good is as visible as green, Vandais and Goths invade us,

And to all eyes itself betrayes : Learning were safe in this our universe,

If they were had they could not last, Schools might learn sciences, spheres music, angels Bad doth itfeif and others waste; verse.

So they deserve por blame nor praise.

Here loves divine (since all divinity
Is love or wonder) may find all they seek,
Whether abstracted spiritual love they like,
Their souls exhald with what they do not see,
Or loth fo to amuse
Faith's infirmities, they choose
Something which they may see and use; (fit,
For though mind be the heaven where Love doth
Beauty a convenient type may be to figure it.

But they are ours as fruits are ours;
He that but tastes, he that devours,
And he that leaves all, doth as well :
Chang'd loves are but chang'd sorts of meat,
And when he hath the kernel ate,
Who doth not fling away the shell ?


Here, more than in their books, may lawyers find,
Both by what titles mistresses are ours,
And how Prerogative these ftates devours,
Transferr'd from Love himlelf to womankind;
Who, though from heart and eyes
They exact great subsidies,
Forsake him who on them relies,
And for the cause honour or conscience give;
Chiineras vain as they or their prerogative.
Here Natesmen (or of them they which can read)
May of their occupation find the grounds,
Love and their art alike it deadly wounds,
If to consider what 't is one proceed;
In both they do excel
Who the present govern well,
Whose weakness none doth or dares tell.
In this my Book such will there something see,
As in the Bible some can find out alchymy.

I SCARCE believe my love to be so pure
As I had thought it was,
Because it doth endure
Vicillitude and season as the grass.
Methinks I lied all winter, when I swore
My love was infinite, il spring make ’t more.
But if this medicine, Love, which cures all forrow
With more, not only be no quintessence,
But mixt of all stuffs, vexing foul or sense,
And of the sun his active vigour borrow,
Love's not so pure an abstract as they use
To say, which have no mistress but their Muse :
But, as all else, being elemented too,
Love sometimes would contemplate, sometimes


And yet no greater, but more eminent,
Love by the spring is grown;
As in the firmament
Stars by the sun are not enlarg'd, but shown,
Gentle love-ceeds, as blossoms on a bough,
From love's awakened root do bud out now,

Thus vent thy thoughts; abroad I'll rudy thee,
As he removes far off that great heights takes :
How great love is presence best trial makes,
But absence tries how long this love will be.
To take a latitude
Sun or stars are fitliest view'd
At their brightest; but to conclude
Of longitudes, what other way have we
But to mark when and where the dark eclipses be?

If, as in water stirr'd more circles be
Produc'd by one, love such additions take;
Those, like so many spheres, but one heaven

For they are all concentric unto thee;
And though each spring do add to love new heat,
As princes do in times of action get
New taxes, and remit them rot in peace,
No winter fall abate this Spring's increasca



GOOD we must love, and must hate ill,
For ill is ill, and good good fill:
But there are things indifferent,
Which we may neither hate nor love,
But one and then another prove,
As we shall find our fancy bent.

Love! any devil else but you
Would for a giv'n soul give something too.

At court your fellows every day

Whoe'er rigg'd fair ships to lie in harbours, Give th' art of rhyming, huntmanship, or play, And not to seek lands, or not to deal with all ? For them, which were their own before; Or build fair houses, fet trees and arbours, Only I've nothing which gave more,

Only to lock up, or else to let them fall; But am, alas! by being lowly lower.

Good is not good unless

A thousand it puffess,
I ak no dispensation now

But doth waste with greediness.
To fallify a tear, a figh, a vow;
I do not sue from thee to draw
4 Non obflante on Nature's law;
These are prerogatives; they inhere

Is thee and thine; none should forswear,
Except that he Love's minion were.

Dear Lovc! for nothing less than thee

Would I have broke this happy Dream :
Give me thy weaknefs, make me blind

It was a theme
Both ways, as thou and thine, in eyes and mind : For reason, much too strong for phantafy,
Love ! let me never know that this

Therefore thou wak'dit ine wisely; yet
Is love, or that love childish is :

My Dream thou brok'st not, but continueft it. Let me not know that others know

Thou art fo true, that thoughts of thee suffice That she knows my pains, lest that so

To make Dreams truths, and fables histories. A cender shame make me mine own new woe. Enter these arms; for since thou thought't it beft

Not to dream all my dream, let's act the rest. If thou give nothing, yet thou’rt just, Because I would not thy first motions trust. As lightning or a taper's light, Small towns which stand stiff, till great shot Thine eyes, and not thy noise, wak'd me; Enforce them, by war's law condition not. Yet I thought thee Such in love's warfare is my case,

(For thou lov'st truth) an angel at firkt sight; I may not article for grace,

But when I saw thou saw'fi my heart, Having put Love at last to thew this face. And knew'st my thoughts beyond an angel's art, This face, by which he could command

When thou knew's what I dreamt, then thou And change th’idolatry of any land ;

knew't when This face, which, wherefoe'er it comes,

Excess of joy would wake me, and cam's then. Can call vow'd men from cloisters, dead from I must confess it could not choose buc be tombs,

Prosane to think thee any thing but thec.
And melt both poles at once, and store
Deserts with cities, and make more

Coming and staying few'd thee thee,
Mines in the earth than quarries were before. But riting makes me doubt that now

Thou art not thou. For this love is enrag'd with me,

That love is weak where fear's strong as he: Yet kills not. If I must example be

'Tis not all spirlt, pure and brave, To future rebels; if th' unborn

If misture it of fear, shame, honour, have. Aloft learn, by my being cut up and torn,

Perchance as torches, which must ready be, Kill and diffect me, Love! for this

Men light and put out, so thou deal'st with me; Torture against thine own end is :

Thou cam'st to kindle, goeft to come : then I Räckt carcasies make ill anatomies,

Will dream that hope again, but else would die.



Sone man, unworthy to be possessor
Of old or new love, himself being false or weak,
Thought his pain and shame would be lesser
If on womankind he might his anger wreak,
And thence a law did grow,
Ore might but one man know;
But are other creatures so?
Are fon, moon, or fars, by law forbidden
To smile where they lift, or lend away their light?
Are birds divorc'd, or are they chidden
lí they leave their mate, or lie abroad all night?
Beasts do no jointures lose
Though they new lovers choose;
But we are made worse than those.

Let me pour

My tears before thy face whilft I stay here,
For thy face coins them, and thy stamp they bear;
And by this mintage they are something worth,
For thus they be
Pregnant of thee:
Fruits of much grief they are, emblems of more,
When a tear falls, that thou fall'ft, which it bore;
So thou and I are nothing then when on a di-

verse fhore.

On a round ball
A workman, that hath copies by, can lay
An Europe, Afric, and an Alia,
And quickly make that which was nothing all :

So doth each tear

Anguish'd, not that 't wat fin, but that 't was she : Which thee doch wear

Or may he for her virtue reverence
A globe, yea, world, by that impression grow. One that hates him only for impotence,
Till thy tears mixt with thine do overflow And equal traitors be she and his sense.
This world, by waters sent from thee, my heav'n
diffolved fo.

May he dream treason, and believe that he

Meant to perform it, and confess and die,
O more than moon,

And no record tell why :
Draw not up seas to drown me in thy sphere; His sons, which none of his may be,
Weep me not dead in thine arms, but forbear

Inherit nothing but his infamy :
To teach the sea what it may do too soon :

Or may he so long parasites have fed, Let not the wind

That he would fain be theirs whom he hath bred, Example find

Apd at the last be circumcis'd for bread.
To do me more harm than it purposeth :
Since thou and I sigh one another's breath, The venom of all stepdames, gameter's gall,
Whoe'er fighs most is cruelest, and hastes the What tyrants and their fubje&s inter wish,
other's deach.

What plants, mine, beasts, fowl, fish,
Can contribute, all ill which all
Prophets or poets

ke; and all which shall

Be' annexed in schedules unto this by me

Fall on that man; for if it be a she,
Some that have deeper digg'd Love's mine than 1, Nature before-hand hath out-cursed me.
Say where his centric happiness doch lie :
I've lov'd, and got, and told.
But should I love, get, tell, till I were old,
I should not find that hidden mystery :

Oh! 't is imposture all :
And as no chemic yet th' elixir got,

Send home my long-stray'd eyes to me,
But glorifies his pregnant pot,

Which, oh! too long have dwelt on thee; If by the way to him befal

But if they chere have learn'd fuch ill, Some odoriferous thing, or medicinal,

Such forc'd fashions So lovers dream a rich and long delight,

And false passions, But get a winter-seeming summer's night.

That they be

Made by thee
Our ease, our thrift, our honour, and our day,

Fit for no good fighe, keep them ftill.
Shall we for this vain bubblc's shadow pay?
Inds love in this, that my man

Send home my harmless heart again,
Can be as happy as I can? If he can

Which no unworthy thought could stain ; Endure the Mort scorn of a bridegroom's play,

But if it be taught by thine That loving wretch that swears

To make jestings 'Tis not the bodies marry, but the minds,

Of protestings, Which he in her angelic finds,

And break both Would swear as juftly that he hears,

Word and oath,
In that day's rude hoarse minstrelsey the spheres,

Keep it ftill, 't is none of mine.
Hope not for mind in women; at their best
Sweetness and wit they're but mummy possest.

Yet send me back my heart and eyes,
That I may know and see thy lies,
And may laugh and joy when thou

Art in anguish,

And doft languish

For some one WHOEVER guesses, thinks, or dreams, he knows

That will none,
Who is my mistress, whither by this Curse;

Or prove as false as thou dost now.
Him only for his purse
May fome dull whore to love dispose,
And then yield unto all that are his foes ;
May he be scorn'd by one whom all elle scorn,
Forfwear to others what to her he 'hath sworn,

With fear of missing, shame of getting, torn,

Upon S. Lucie's day, being the forteft day. Madness his forrow, gout his cramp, may he Make, by but thinking who hath made them 'Tis the year's midnight, and it is the day's,

Lucie's, who scarce seven hours herself unmasks, And may he feel no touch

The sun is spent, and now his Alasks Of conscience, but of fame, and be

Send forth light squibs, no constant says:


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