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Yet, I would not have all yet,
I can remember yet, that I He that hath all can have no more,
Something did say, and something did bestow; And since my love doth every day admit (store; Though I be dead, which sent me, I might be New growth, thou should'st have new rewards in Mine own executor, and legacy. Thou canst not every day give me thy heart, If thou canst give it, then thou never gav'st it:
I heard me say, tell her anon, Lovers riddles are, that though thy heart depart,
That myself, that is you, not I, It stays at home, and thou with losing sav'st it:
Did kill me, and when I felt me die, But we will love a way more liberal,
I bid me send my heart, when I was gone, Than changing hearts, to join us, so we shall
But I, alas ! could find there none.
(lie, Be one, and one another's all.
When I had ripp'd, and search'd where hearts should
Yet I found something like a heart,
For colours it and corners bad,
It was not good, 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 loss be sad,
I meant to send that heart instead of mine,
But oh! no man could hold it, for 't was thine.
On do not die, for I shall hate
All women so, when thou art gone,
That thee I shall not celebrate,
When I remember thou wast one.
But yet thou 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 breath.
Or if, when thou, the world's soul, goest,
It stay, 't is but thy carcass then,
The fairest woman, but thy ghost;
But corrupt worms, the worthiest men.
O wrangling schools, that search what fire
Shall burn this world, had none the wit
Unto this knowledge to aspire,
That this her fever might be it!
And yet she cannot waste by this,
Nor long endure this torturing wrong,
For more corruption needful is,
To fuel such a fever long.
These burning fits but meteors be,
Whose matter in thee soon is spent.
Thy beauty, and all parts, which are thee,
Are an unchangeable firmament.
Yet 't was of my mind, seizing thee,
Though it in thee cannot persever;
For I had rather owner be
Of thee one hour, than all else ever.
AIR AND ANGELS.
Still when, to where thou wert, I came,
But since my soul, whose child love is,
Only our love hath no decay:
Running it never runs from us away,
But truly keeps his first-last-everlasting day.
Two graves must hide thine and my corse : That it assume thy body, I allow,
If one might, death were no divorce, And fix itself in thy lips, eyes, and brow.
Alas! as well as other princes, we,
(Who prince enough in one another be) Whilst thus to ballast love, I thought,
Must leave at last in death these eyes and ears, And so more steadily thave gone,
Oft fed with true oaths, and with sweet salt tears: With wares which would sink admiration
But souls where nothing dwells but love; I saw, I had Love's pinnace overfraught;
(All other thoughts being inmates) then shall prove Thy every bair for love to work upon
This, or a love increased there above, [remove. Is much too much, some fitter must be sought ; When bodies to their graves, souls from their graves
For, nor in nothing, nor iu things
And then we shall be throughly bless'd:
But now no more than all the rest.
Here upon Earth we' are kings, and none but we Just such disparity
Can be such kings, nor of such subjects be; As is 'twixt air and angel's purity,
Who is so safe as we? where none can do
Treason to us, except one of us two. 'Twist women's love, and men's will ever be.
True and false fears let us refrain:
To write threescore, this is the second of our reign.
IN THE WINDOW.
Stay, O sweet, and do not rise,
A VALEDICTION OF MY NAME,
Stay, or else my joys will die,
My name engrav'd herein,
Doth contribute my firmness to this glass, 'T is true, 't is day; what though it be?
Which ever since that charm hath been O wilt thou therefore rise from me?
As bard as that, which grav'd it, was; Why should we rise, because 't is light?
Thine eye will give it price enough, to mock Did we lie down, because 't was night?
The diamonds of either rock. Love, which in spite of darkness brought us hither,
'T is much that glass should be Should in despite of light keep us together. As all confessing and through-shine as I,
'T is more that it shows thee to thee, Light hath no tongue, but is all eye;
And clear reflects thee to thine eye. If it could speak as well as spy,
But all such rules love's magic can undo,
Here you see me, and I see you.
As no one point nor dash,
The show'rs and tempests can outwash,
So shall all times find me the same ; Oh, that's the worst disease of love;
You this entireness better may fulfil,
Who have the pattern with you still.
Or if too hard and deep
It as a given death's-head keep,
Lovers' mortality to preach;
Or think this ragged bony name to be
My ruinous anatomy.
Then as all my souls be All glory of honours, beauties, wits,
Emparadis'd in you (in whom alone The Sun itself (which makes times, as they pass) I understand, and grow, and see) Is elder by a year now, than it was
The rafters of my body, bone, When thou and I first one another saw:
Being still with you, the muscle, sinew, and vein, All other things to their destruction draw;
Which tile this house, will come again.
Till-my return, repair
Nor can you more judge woman's thoughts by teats, And recompact my scatter'd body so,
Than by her shadow, what she wears. As all the virtuous powers, which are
O perverse sex, where none is true but she, Fix'd in the stars, are said to flow
Who's therefore true, because her truth kills me. Into such characters as graved be,
When those stars had supremacy.
So since this name was cat,
VALEDICTION TO HIS BOOK.
I'll tell thee now (dear love) what thou shalt do 'T will make thee; and thou should'st, till I return, To anger destiny, as she doth us; Since I die daily, daily mourn.
How I shall stay, though she eloigne me thus,
And how posterity shall know it too ;
How thine may out-endure
Sibyl's glory, and obscure To look on one, whose wit or land
Her, who from Pindar could allure, New battery to thy heart may frame,
And her, through whose help Lucan is not lame, Then think this name alive, and that thou thus
„And her, whose book (they say) Homer did find In it offend'st my genius.
and name. And when thy melted maid, Corrupted by thy lover's gold or page,
Study our manuscripts, those myriads His letter at thy pillow' hath laid,
Of letters, which have past 'twixt thee and me, Dispute thou it, and tame thy rage.
Thence write our annals, and in them will be If thou to him begin'st to thaw for this,
To all, whom lore's subliming fire invades,
Rule and example found;
There, the faith of any ground
No schismatic will dare to wound,
That sees, how love this grace to us affords, In superscribing, my name flow
To make, to keep, to use, to be, these his records.
This book, as long liv'd as the elements,
Or as the world's form, this all-graved tomb,
In cipher writ, or new made idiom;
We for love's clergy only' are instruments;
When this book is made thus, Near death inflicts this lethargy,
Should again the ravenous And thus I murmur in my sleep;
Vandals and Goths invade us, Impute this idle talk to that I go,
Learning were safe in this our universe, (verse.
Schools might learn sciences, spheres music, angels
Is love or wonder) may find all they seek,
Whether abstracted spiritual love they like,
Or loath so to amuse BLASTED with sighs, and surrounded with tears,
Faith's infirmities, they chuse Hither I come to seek the spring,
Something, which they may see and use; And at mine eyes, and at mine ears
For though mind be the Heaven, where love doth Receive such balm as else cures every thing : But O, self-traitor, I do bring
Beauty a convenient type may be to figure it. (sit, The spider love, which transubstantiates all,
Here more than in their books may lawyers find, And can convert manna to gall,
Both by what titles mistresses are ours,
And how prerogative these states devours,
Transferr'd from Love himself to womankind : ’T were wholesomer for me, that winter did
Who, though from heart and eyes Benight the glory of this place,
They exact great subsidies, And that a grave frost did forbid
Forsake him, who on them relies, These trees to laugh, and mock me to my face;
And for the cause honour or conscience give; But since I cannot this disgrace
Chimeras, vain as they, or their prerogative.
Here statesmen, (or of them they which can read) Make me a mandrake, so I may grow here,
May of their occupation find the grounds, Or a stone fountain weeping out my year.
Love and their art alike it deadly wounds,
If to consider, what?t is, one proceed, Hither with crystal phjals, lovers, come,
In both they do excel, And take my tears, which are love's wine,
Who the present govern well, And try your mistress' tears at home,
Whose weakness none doth or dares tell; For all are false, that taste not just like mine ; In this thy book such will there something see, Alas! hearts do not in eyes shine,
As in the Bible some can find out alchymy.
Thus vent thy thoughts; abroad I 'll study thee, If, as in water stirr'd more circles be
As he remores far off, that great heights takes : Produc'd by one, love such additions take,
How great love is, presence best trial makes, Those, like so many sphères, but one Heaven make, But absence tries, how long this love will be; For they are all concentric unto thee; To take a latitude,
And though each spring do add to love new heat,
As princes do in times of action get
Love, any devil else but you
I ask no dispensation now
Good we must love, and must hate ill,
But there are things indifferent,
As we shall find out fancy bent. Jf then at first wise Nature had Made women either good or bad,
Then some we might hate, and some chuse,
Only this rests, all all may use.
And to all eyes itself betrays:
So they deserve nor blame nor praise.
And he that leaves all, doth as well ; Chang'd loves are but chang'd sorts of meat ; And when he hath the kernel eat,
Who doth not fing away the shell ?
Give me thy weakness, make me blind
As I had thought it was,
Because it doth endure Vicissitude and season, as the grass ; Metbinks I lied all winter, when I swore My love was infinite, if spring make 't more. But if this medicine love, which cures all sorrow With more, not only be no quintessence, But mix'd of all stuffs, vexing soul 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 do. And yet no greater, bot more eminent,
Love by the spring is grown ;
As in the firmament
If thou give nothing, yet thou 'rt just,
CONFINED LOVE. Some 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,
Fruits of much grief they are, emblems of more, One might but one man know;
When a tear falls, that thou fallst, which it bore; But are other creatures so?...
So thou and I are nothing then, when on a diven
shore. Are Sun, Moon, or stars, by law forbidden
On a round ball
A workman, that hath copies by, can lay.
An Europe, Afric, and an Asia, Beasts do no joiutures lose,
And quickly make that, which was nothing, all : :
So doth cach tear, Though they new lovers choose,
Which thee doth wear, But we are made worse than those.
A globe, yea world, by that impression grow,
Till thy tears mix'd with mine do overflow Whoe'er rigg'd fair ships to lie in harbours,
This world, by waters sent from thee, my Hear'a And not to seek lands, or not to deal with all ?
dissolved so. Or build fair houses, set trees and arbours, Only to lock up, or else to let them fall ?
O'more than Moon, Good is not good, unless :
Draw not up seas to drown me in thy sphere;
Weep me not dead in thine arms, but forbear
Let not the wind
To do me more harm than it purposeth:
Since thou and I sigh one another's breath,
Whoe'er sigbs most, is cruelest, and hastes the Dear love, for nothing less than thee
other's death. Would I have broke this happy dream,
It was a theme
Some that have deeper digg'd Love's mine than 1, Enter these arms, for since thou thought'st it best
Say, where his centric happiness doth lie:
I've lov'd, and got, and told,
I should not find that hidden mystery ;
Oh, 't is imposture all:
And as no chymic yet th' elixir got,
But glorifies his pregnant pot, (For thou lov'st truth) an angel at first sight,
If by the way to him befall But when I saw thou saw'st my heart,
Some odoriferous thing, or medicinal, And knew'st my thoughts beyond an angel's art,
So lovers dream a rich and long delight, When thou knew'st what I dreamt, then thou knew'st when
But get a winter-seeming summer's night. Excess of joy would wake me, and cam'st then;
Our ease, our thrift, our honour, and our day, I must confess, it could not choose but be
Shall we for this vain bubble's shadow pay? Profane to think thee any thing but thee.
Ends love in this, that my man
Can be as happy as I; if he can Coming and staying show'd thee thee,
Endure the short scorn of a bridegroom's play! But rising makes me doubt, that now
That loving wretch that swears,
'T is not the bodies marry, but the minds,
Would swear as justly, that he hears, If mixture it of fear, shame, honour, have, In that day's rude hoarse minstrelsy, the spheres. Percbance as torches, which must ready be,
Hope not for mind in women; at their best Men light and put out, so thou deal'st with me, Sweetness and wit, they 're but mummy possest. Thou cam'st to kindle, goest to come: then I Will dream that hope again, but else would die. ,
Who is my mistress, wither by this curse;
Him only for his purse
May some dull whore to love dispose, For thy face coins them, and thy stamp they bear: And then yield unto all that are his foes; And by this mintage they are something worth, May he be scoru'd by one, whom all else scorn, For thus they be
Forswear to others, what to her h’ hath sword, Pregnant of thee;
With fear of missing, shame of getting torn.