The world's whole fap is sunk : Though thou retain of me The general balm-th'hydroptic earth hath One Picture more, yet that will be, drunk, Bcing in thine own heart, from all malice free. TIIE BAIT. COME, live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove In whom love wrought new alchymy; Of golden fands and crystal brooks, With silken lines and silver hooks. Warm'd by thine eyes more than the fun; Begging themselves they may betray. Each fish, which every channel hath, Will amorously to thee swim, Have we two wepe, and so Gladder to catch thee than thou him. Browu'd the whole world, us two ; oft did we grow If thou to be so seen art loth To be two chaoses, when he did show By fun or moon, thou dark’nel both; Care to ought else; and often absences And if myself have leave to see, Withdrew our souls, and made us carcases. I need not there light, having thee. Bat I am by her death (which word wrongs her) Let others freeze with angling reeds, of the furft nothing the elixir grown: And cut their legs with shells and weeds, Were I a man, that I were one Or treacherously poor fish beset With strangling snare or winding net : The bedded fish in banks out-wrest, Or curious traitors fleave filk flies, Jíl an ordinary nothing were, Bewitch poor fishes' wana’ring eyes: As shadow, a light and body must be here. For thee, thou need's no such deceit, But I am none : nor will my sun renew, For thou chyself art thine own Bait; You lovers, for whose fake the lesser fun That fit that is not catch'd thereby, Alas! is wifer far than l. THE APPARITION. WHEN by thy scorn, O, Murd'ress! I am dead, Of all folicitation from me, And thee, feign'd veftal, in worse arms shall fee; I fix mine eye on thine, and there, Then thy sick taper will begin to wink, Pity my Pidure burning in thine eyc, And he, whose thou art, being tir'd before, My Pidure drown'd in a transparent tcar, Will, if thou ttir, or pinch to wake him, think When I look lower, I elpy. Thou call'it for more, Hadft thou the wicked skill, And in a false sleep even from thee shrink. By Pictures made and marr'd to kill, And then, poot alpin wretch! negleded, thor, How maoy ways might'ıt thou perform thy will? Bath'd in a cold quicksilver sweat, wilt lie, A veryer ghost than I. But now I've drunk thy sweet falt tears, What I will say I will not tell thee now, And though thou pour more I'll depart: Lest that preferme thee; and since my love is spent My Pidure vanished, vanish all fears r'd rather thou inouldīt painfully repent Tha: I can be endamag'd by that art. Than by my threat’nings retill innecer.t. VOL. IV, But we by a love so far resin d, That ouriclves know not what it is, Inter-allured of the mind, He is stark mad whoever says Careless eyes, lips, and hands, to miss, 'That he hath been in love an hour; Yet not that love so soon dec: yi, Our two souls therefore, which are one, But that it can ten in less space devour, Though I nuit go, endure not yet Who will believe inc if I swear A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to airy thinness beat. If they be two, they are two so As ftiff twin compasses are two; Ah! what a trifle is a heart Thy soul, the fixt foot, makes no show If once into love's hands it come? .To more, but doth if th' other do. And though it in the center fit, Yet when the other far doth roam, He swallows us and never chaws : It leans and hearkens after it, By bim, as by chain'd fhot, whole ranks do die; And grows ered as that comes home. He is the tyrant pike, and we the fry. Such wilt thou be to me who mult, Like th' other foot, obliquely run: If 'twere not so, what did become Thy firmness makes my circle just, And makes me end where I begun. THE ECSTASY. WHERE, like a pillow on a bed, A pregnant bank swell’d up, to reft Yet nothing can to nothing fall, The violee's declining head, Sat we on one another's breast. By a fait balm, which thence did spring, A hundred lefler faces, so Our eye-brains twisted, and did thiead My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore, Our eyes upon one double string: So to engraft our hands as yet And pictures in our eyes to get li'as all our propagation. As 'twixt two equal arnies fate Suspends uncertain victory, A's virtuous men pass mildly away, Our souls (which, to advance our state, And whisper to their souls to go, Were gone out) hung 'twixt her and me: And, whilst our souls negociate there, All day the same our poftures were, And we said nothing all the day, No tear-floods nor figh-tempests move, 'Twere profanation of our joy's If any so by love rofin'd To tell the laity our love. That he souls ' language understood, And by good love were grown all mind, Moving of th' earth bringa harms and sears, Within convenient dillance ftood, Men reckon what it did and mcant; But trepidation of the spheres, He (though he knew not which foul spake, 'I hougli greater far, is innocent. Because both meant, both {pake, the fame) Might thence a new concoction take, And sar purer than he came. This Echasy doth unperplex T'he thing which elemented it, (We faid) and iell us what she love; ite see by this it was not fer, But since this çod produc'd a definy, We see, we saw not what did move : And that vice nature custom lets it be, I'must love her that loves not me : Sure they which made him god meant not so Love these mixt fouls doth mix again, much, And makes both one, each this and chat. Nor he in his young godhead practis'd it, But when an even flame two hearts did touch, A fingle violet transplant, His office was indulgently to fit The strength, the colour, and the size, Actives to pasives; correspondency (All which before was poor and scant) Only his subject was; it cannot be Redouble itill and multiplics. Love, till I love her that loves :ne. LOVE'S DEITY. Thus I reclaim'd my buzzard love, to fly t10n. and art Now negligent of sport I lie, Then all your beauties will be no mote worth And now, as other falc'ners use, Than gold in mincs, where none doch draw it I spring a mistress, swear, write, figh, and weep, forth; Then a sun-dial in a grave. Love her who doth neglect both me and thee, T'invent and practise this one way t'anoihilate all three. THE FUNERAL. WuOever comes to shroud me, do not harm By making me love her who had twenty more, Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair about mine arm : That I should give to none but such as had too much before. The mystery, the sign, you must not touch, For 't is my outward foul, My constancy I to the planets give; Viceroy to that which unto heav'n being gone, Will leave this to controul, And keep these timbs, her provinces, from diffolu- For if the finewy thread my brain lets fall Through every parc Can tic those parts, and make me one of all, To love there where no love receiv'd can be, Those hairs, which upward grow, and Itrength Only to give to fuch as have no good capacity. Have from a better brain, Can better do't; except the meant that I By this thould know niy pain, As prisoners then are manacled when they're con. demin'd to die. And courtship to an university : My modelty I give to foldiers base; Whate'er me meant by't, bary it with me ; For since I am Love's martyr, it might breed idolatry, As 'twas humility nity. T'afford to it all that a soul can do, So 't is some bravery, 1 give my reputation to those That since you would have none of me I bury THE BLOSSOM. Whom I have watch'd fix or seven days, And seen thy birth, and feen what every hoar To him for whom the palling-bell next tolls Gave to thy growth, thee to this height to raise, I give my physic books; my written rolls And now doft laugh and triumph on this bough; of moral counsels I to bedlam give; Little think'lt thou My brazen medals unto them which live That it will freeze anon, and that I shall In want of bread; to thein which pats among To-morrow find thee fall’n, or not at all. All foreigners nine English tongue. Little think it thou, (poor heart! Thou, Love! by making me love one That labourest yet to neftle thee, Who thinks her friendihip a fit portion And think'st by hovering here to get a part For younger lovers, dost my gifts thus dispropor In a forbidden or forbidding tree, tion. And hop'ít her ftiffaels by long liege to bow); Little think'lt thou Therefore I'll give no more, but I'll undo That thou to-morrow, ere the sun doth wake, The world by dying; because love dics too. Muft with this fun and me a journey take. some of you. Bat thou, which lov'it to be Or if this will not ferre their turn, since all Subtle to plague thyself, will say, Numbers are odd or even, since they fall THE RELIC. Wuen ny grave is broke up again, Well, then say here; but know, Some second guest to entertain, When thou hast staid and done thy most, (For graves have learn'd that woman-head And he that digs it spies Will he not let us alone, To make their souls, at the last busy day, Meet me at London, then, Meet at this grave, and make a little stay? If this fall in a time or land Us to the bishop or the king, Thou shalt be a Mary Magdalen, and I us, and some men ? And since at such time miracles are sought, I would have that age, by this paper, taught What miracles we harmless lovers wrought. First we lov'd well and faithfully, Yer knew not what we lov'd, nor why; Diff'rence of sex we ne'er knew Upon this Primrose hill No niore than guardian angels do; (Where, if Heav'n would diftill Coming and gomg we A shower of rain, each several drop might go Perchance might kiss, but yet between those To his own Primrose, and grow manna lo; males And where their form and their infinity Our hands ne'er toucht the seals Make a terrestrial Galaxy, Which Nature, injur'd by late law, set free; As the small Itars do in the sky) There miracles we did; alas! I walk to find a true love, and I see All measure and all language ! should pass, Should I tell what a miracle she was. THE DAMP. And my friends' curiosity My heart to study her, and not to love : Will have me cut up, to survey each part, Both these were monsters. Since there mul re. And they shall find your picture in mine heart; Gde You think a fudden Damp of love Falsehood in woman, I could more abide Will through all their senses move, She were by Art than Nature fallify'd. And work on them as nie, and so prefer Your murder co the name of massacre. Poor vi&ories! but if you darc be bravc, First kill th' enormous giant, your disdain. And let th' enchantress Honour next be faini Belongs upto each woman, then And, like a Goth or Vandal, risc, Such wongan may take half us men : Doface records and histories but now, C G |