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O wrangling Schools! that search what fire
'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;
The poor, the foul, the falle, love can
Such wrong as when a married man doth woo.
Twice or thrice had I lov'd thee
Whilft thus to ballast Love I thought,
BREAK OF DAY.
Mr name, engrav'd herein,
Which ever since that charm hath been
So in forgetting thou rememb'rest right,
And unaware to me shall write.
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,
For dying men talk often so.
11. As no one point nor dash,
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.
'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.
Hither with crystal vials, Lovers! come,
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.
VALEDICTION TO HIS BOOK.
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;
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,
There the faith of any ground
No schismatic will dare to wound,
That sees how Love this grace to us affords, If then at first wise nature had
Then some we might hate, and some choose
But since she did them fo create,
Only this rests, all all may use.
If they were good it would be seen;
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
But they are ours as fruits are ours;
Here, more than in their books, may lawyers find,
I SCARCE believe my love to be so pure
And yet no greater, but more eminent,
Thus vent thy thoughts; abroad I'll rudy thee,
If, as in water stirr'd more circles be
GOOD we must love, and must hate ill,
Love! any devil else but you
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,
But doth waste with greediness.
Dear Lovc! for nothing less than thee
Would I have broke this happy Dream :
It was a theme
Therefore thou wak'dit ine wisely; yet
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.
Coming and staying few'd thee thee,
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.
A VALEDICTION OF WEEPING.
Sone man, unworthy to be possessor
Let me pour
On a round ball
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
May he dream treason, and believe that he
Meant to perform it, and confess and die,
And no record tell why :
Inherit nothing but his infamy :
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.
What plants, mine, beasts, fowl, fish,
ke; and all which shall
Be' annexed in schedules unto this by me
Fall on that man; for if it be a she,
Send home my long-stray'd eyes to me,
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
Fit for no good fighe, keep them ftill.
Send home my harmless heart again,
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,
Keep it ftill, 't is none of mine.
Yet send me back my heart and eyes,
Art in anguish,
And doft languish
For some one WHOEVER guesses, thinks, or dreams, he knows
That will none,
Or prove as false as thou dost now.
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: