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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.
Whither, as to the bed's-feet, life is shrunk,
Dead and interr'd; yet all these seem to laugh,
Compar'd with me, who am their epitaph.

Study me then, you who fall lovers be
At the next world, that is, at the next spring;

COME, live with me, and be my love,
For I am a very dead thing,

And we will some new pleasures prove In whom love wrought new alchymy;

Of golden fands and crystal brooks,
For his art did express

With silken lines and silver hooks.
A quintessence even from nothingness,
From dull privations and lean emptiness; There will the river whisp’ring run,
He ruia'd me, and I am re-begot

Warm'd by thine eyes more than the fun;
Of absence, darkness, death; things which are not. And there th' enamour'd fish will play,

Begging themselves they may betray.
All others from all things draw all that's good,
Life, foul, form, spirit, whence they being have; When thou wilt swim in that live bath,
J, by Love's limbec, am the grave

Each fish, which every channel hath,
Of all, that's nothing. Ofta food

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
I needs must know, I should prefer,

With strangling snare or winding net :
If I were any bealt,
Some ends, fome means; yea plants, pea sopes, Let coarse bold hands from slimy nest

The bedded fish in banks out-wrest,
And love, all, all fome properties in veft.

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,
At this time to the Goat is run

Alas! is wifer far than l.
To fetch new luit, and give it you,
Enjoy your summer all,
Since she enjoys her long night's festival :
Let me prepare towards her, and let me call
This hour her Vigil and her Eve, since this

Both the year's and the day's deep midoight is.

WHEN by thy scorn, O, Murd'ress! I am dead,
And thou shalt think thee free

Of all folicitation from me,
WITCHCRAFT BY A PICTURE. Then shall my ghost come to thy bed,

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,
That I have had the plague a year?

Like gold to airy thinness beat.
Who would not laugh at me, if I should say
I saw a flash of powder burn a day?

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.
All other griefs allow a part
To other griefs, and ask themfelves but some :

And though it in the center fit,
They come to us, but us love draws,

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,
Of my heart when I first saw thee?

And makes me end where I begun.
I brought a heart into the room,
But from the room I carried none with me :
If it had gone to thee I know
Mine would have taught thine heart to show

More pity unto me; but love, alas!
At one first blow did shiver it as glass.

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,
Nor any place be enıpty quite,

Sat we on one another's breast.
Therefore I think my breast hath all
Those pieces still, though they do not unite : Our hands were firmly cemented
And now as broken glasses Show

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:
But after one such love can luve no more.

So to engraft our hands as yet
Was all the nieans to make us one,

And pictures in our eyes to get

li'as all our propagation.
Forbidding Mourning.

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:
Whilst some of their sad friends do fay
Now his breath goes, and some say No :

And, whilst our souls negociate there,
We like fepulchral statues lay,

All day the same our poftures were,
So let us melt, and make no noise,

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,
Dull sublunary lovers love


sar purer than he came.
(Whose foul is sense) cannot admit
Of absence, 'cause it doth remove

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 :
But as all several souls contain
Mixture of things they know not what,

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.

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I Loxo to talk with some old lover's ghoft,
W'ho dy'd before the god of love was born :
I cannot think that he, who then lov'd most,
Suck Colour ?$ to love one which did scorn:.

Thus I reclaim'd my buzzard love, to fly
At what, and when, and how, andwhere, I chose;


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,

And the game kill'd, or lost, go talk or sleep. And all your graces no more use shall have

Then a sun-dial in a grave.
Thou, Lóve! taughe'st me, by making me

Love her who doth neglect both me and thee,

T'invent and practise this one way t'anoihilate

all three.
Before I sigh my last gasp, let me breathe
Great love! fome legacies, I here bequathe
Mine eyes to Argus, if mine eyes can sce;
If they be blind, then, Love! I give them thee;

My tongue to Fame! t'ambassadors mine cars;
To women, or the sea, my tears.
Thou Love ! haft taught me heretofore,

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,
My truth to them who at the court do live ;
Mine ingenuity and openness

And keep these timbs, her provinces, from diffolu-
To Jesuits ; to buffons my pensiveness ;
My lilence t'any who abroad have been;

For if the finewy thread my brain lets fall

Through every parc
My money to a capuchin,
Thou, Love: taught'st me, by appointing me

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
My faith I give to Roman Catholics;

By this thould know niy pain,
All my good works unto the schismatics
Of Amsterdam ; my best civility

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 ;
My patience let gamester's share.

For since I am
Thou, Love! taught'st me, by making me
Love her that holds ny love disparity,

Love's martyr, it might breed idolatry,
Only to give to those that count my gifts indig. If into other hands these relics came.

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
Which were my friends; mine industry to foes ;
To schoolmen 1 bequeath my doubtfulness;
My sickness to physicians or excess;
To nature all that I in rhyme have writ;
And to my company my wit.
Thou, Love ! by making me adore

Her who begot this love io me before,
Taught'A me to make, as though I gave, when I Little think's thou, poor Flow'r!
do but restore.

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
Alas! if you must go, what's that to me? First into five, women may take us all.
Here lies my business, and here I will stay :
You go to friends, whose love and nicans present
Various content
To your eyes, cars, and taste, and ev'ry part;

Is then your body go, what need your heart?

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
A naked thinking heart, that makes no show, To be to more than one a-bed)
Is to a woman but a kind of ghost.

And he that digs it spies
How fhall Me know my heart? or, having none, A bracelet of bright hair about the bone,
Know thee for one?

Will he not let us alone,
Pradice may make her know some other part, And think that there a loving couple lies,
But take my word the doch not know a heart, Who thought that this device might be some way

To make their souls, at the last busy day, Meet me at London, then,

Meet at this grave, and make a little stay?
'Twenty days hence, and thou halt see
Me frether and more fat, by being with men,

If this fall in a time or land
Than if I had staid fill with her and thee, Where mass-devotion doth command,
For God's fake! if you can, be you so too : Then he that digs us up will bring
I will give you

Us to the bishop or the king,
There to another friend, whom we shall find To make us relics; then
As glad to have my body as my mind.

Thou shalt be a Mary Magdalen, and I
A something else thereby :
All women shall adore


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,
Upon tbe bill on wbicb it is situate.

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,
That 't is not a mere woman that is she,

Should I tell what a miracle she was.
But mul or more or less than woman be.
Yet know I not which flower
I wisa, a fix or four :

For should my true love less than woman be,
Sbe were scaree any thing; and then, should me
Be more than woman, she would get above Waex Tam dead, and doctors know not why,
All thrught of sex, and think to move

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.
Lire, Primrosc! then, and thrive
With thy true number five;

Poor vi&ories! but if you darc be bravc,
And women, whom this flower doth represent, And pleasure in the conquest have,
With this mysterious number be content.

First kill th' enormous giant, your disdain.
Ten is the farthest number; if half ten

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,


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