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Poor victories ! but if you dare be brave,
And pleasure in the conquest have,

NEGATIVE LOVE.
First kill th' enormous giant, your Disdain,
And let th' enchantress Honour next be slain; I never stoop'd so low as they,
And like a Goth or Vandal rise,

Which on an eye, cheek, lip, can prey,
Deface records and histories

Seldom to them, which soar no bigher
Of your own acts and triumphs over men:

Than virtue or the mind t'admire; And without such advantage kill me then. For sense and understanding may

Know what gives fuel to their fire:
For I could muster up, as well as you,

My love, though silly, is more brave,
My giants and my witches too,

For may I miss, whene'er I crave,
Which are vast Constancy, and Secretness, If I know yet what I would have.
But these I neither look for nor profess.
Kill me as womnan; let me die

If that be simply perfectest,
As a mere man; do you but try

Which can by no means be express'd
Your passive valour, and you shall find then But negatives, my love is so.
Naked you 've odds enough of any man.

To all which all love, I say No.
If any, who deciphers best,

What we know not (ourselves) can know,

Let him teach me that nothing. This
THE DISSOLUTION.

As yet my ease and comfort is,

Though I speed not, I cannot miss.
She's dead, and all, which die,
To their first elements resolve;
And we were mutual elements to us,
And made of one another.

THE PROHIBITION.
My body then doth her's involve,

Take heed of loving me, And those things, whereof I consist, hereby

At least remember, I forbad it thee;
In me abundant grow and burthenous,

Not that I shall repair my unthrifty waste
And nourish not, but smother.

Of breath and blood, upon thy sighs and tears,
My fire of passion, sighs of air,
Water of tears, and earthy sad despair,

By being to thee then what to me thou wast; Which my materials be,

But so great joy our life at once outwears: (But near worn out by love's security)

Then lest tby love by my death frustrate be, She, to my loss, doth by her death repair;

If thou love me, take heed of loving me. And I might live long wretched so,

Take heed of hating me,
But that my fire doth with my fuel grow.

Or too much triumph in the victory;
Now as those active kings,

Not that I sball be mine own officer,
Whose foreign conquest treasure brings,
Receive more, and spend more, and soonest break, But thou wilt lose the style of conqueror,

And hate with hate again retaliate:
This (which I'm amaz'd' that I can speak)
This death hath with my store

If I, thy conquest, perish by thy hate:
My use increas'd.

Then, lest my being nothing lessen thee,

If thou bate me, take heed of hating me.
And so my soul, more earnestly releas'd,
Will outstrip ber's: as bullets flown before

Yet love and hate me too,
A later bullet may o'ertake, the powder being more. So these extremes shall ne'er their office do;

Love me, that I may die the gentler way:
Hate me, because thy love 's too great for me :
Or let these two themselves, not me, decay;
So shall I live thy stage, not triumph be:

Then lest thy love thou hate, and me undo,
JET RING SENT.

O let me live, yet love and hate me too.
Thou art not so black as my heart,
Nor half so brittle as ber heart thou art;
What would'st thou say? shall both our properties

THE EXPIRATION.
by thee be spoke?
Nothing more endless, nothing sooner broke. So, go break off this last lamenting kiss,

Which sucks two souls, and vapours both away. Marriage rings are not of this stuff;

Turn thou, ghost, that way, and let me turn this, Oh! why should aught less precious, or less tough, And let ourselves benight our happiest day; Figure our loves? except iụ thy name thou have As ask none leave to love; nor will we owe

[m'away." Any so cheap a death, as saying, Go; “ I 'm cheap, and nought but fashion, fing

Go; and if that word have not quite kill'd thee, Yet stay with me, since thou art come,

Ease me with death, by bidding me go too. Circle this finger's top, which did'st her thumb: Or if it have, let my word work on me, Be justly proud, and gladly safe, that thon dost And a just office on a murd'rer do. dwell with me;

[thee. Except it be too late to kill me so, She that, oh! broke her faith, would soon break Being double dead, going, and bidding, Go.

A

bid it say,

THE COMPUTATION.

FAREWELL TO LOVE. From my first twenty years, since yesterday,

Whilst yet to prove I scarce belier'd thou could'st be gone away,

I thought there was some deity in love, For forty more I fed on favours past, [last. So did I reverence, and gave And forty on hopes, that thou would'st they might Worship, as atheists at their dying hour Tears drown'd one hundred, and sighs blew out two; Call, what they cannot pame, an unknown power, A thousand I did neither think, nor do,

As ignorantly did I crave: Or not divide, all being one thought of you:

Thus when Or in a thonsand more forgot that too.

Things not yet known are coveted by men, Yet call not this long life; but think, that I

Our desires give them fashion, and so, Am, by being dead, immortal: can ghosts die?

As they wax lesser, fall, as they size grow.

But from late fair
His highness (sitting in a golden chair)

Is not less car'd for after three days
TAE PARADOX.

By children, than the thing, which lovers so
No lover saith, Llove, nor any other

Blindly admire, and with such worship woo :

Being had, enjoying it decays;
Can judge a perfect lover;

And thence,
He thinks that else none can or will agree,

What before pleas'd them all, takes but one sense, That any loves but he:

And that so lamely, as it leaves behind
I cannot say I lov'd, for who can say

A kind of sorrowing dullness to the mind.
He was killd yesterday:
Love with excess of heat more young than old;

Ah! cannot wė,
Death kills with too much cold;

As well as cocks and lions, jocund be
We die but once, and who lov'd last did die,

After such pleasures ? unless wise
He that saith twice, doth lie:

Nature decreed (since each such act, they say, For though he seem to move, and stir awhile,

Diminisheth the length of life a day)
It doth the sense beguile.

This; as she would man should despise
Sach life is like the light, which bideth yet,

The sport,
When the life's light is set;

Because that other curse of being short,
Or like the beat, which ñre id solid matter

And only for a minute made to be
Leaves behind two hours after. •
Once I lord and dy'd; and am now become

Eager, desires to raise posterity.
Mine epitaph and tomb.

Since so, my mind
Here dead men speak their last, and so do I;

Shall not desire what no man else can find,
Love-slain, lo, here I die.

I'll no more dote and run
To pursue things, which had endamag'd me.

And when I come where moving beauties be,
SONG,

As men do, when the summer Sun

Grows great,
Soul's joy, now I am gone,

Though I admire their greatness, shun their heat;
And you alone,

Each place can afford shadows. If all fail, (Which cannot be,

'T is but applying worm-seed to the tail.
Since I must leave myself with thee,

And carry thee with me)
Yet when unto our eyes
Absence denies

SONG.
Each other's sight,
And makes to us a constant night,

Dear love, continne nice and chaste,
When others change to light :

For if you yield, you do me wrong;
O give no way to grief,

Let duller wits to love's end haste,
But let belief

I have enough to woo thee long.
Of mutual love,
This wonder to the vulgar prove,

All pain and joy is in their way;
Our bodies, not we, move.

The things we fear bring less atnoy.

Than fear, and hope brings greater joy:
Let not thy wit beweep

But in themselves they cannot stay.
Words, but sense deep;
Por when we miss

Small favours will my prayers increase :
By distance our bopes-joining bliss,

Granting my suit, you give me all;
Even then our souls shall kiss:

And then my prayers must needs surcease,
Fools have no means to meet,

For I have made your godhead fall.
But by their feet;
Why should our clay

Beasts cannot wit nor beauty see,
Over our spirits so much sway,

They man's affections only move:
To tie us to that way?

Beasts other sports of love do prove,
O give no way to grief, &c.' With better feeling far than we.

NIOBE.

Then, Love, prolong my suit; for thus

By losing sport, I sport do win: And that doth virtue prove in us, Which ever yet hath been a sin.

By children's birth and death I am become

So dry, that. I am now mine owo sad tomb.
My coming near may spy some ill,

And now the world is giv'n to scoff:
To Koep my love (then) keep me off,

A BURNT SHIP.
And so I shall admire thee still.

Out of a fired ship, which by no way Say, I have made a perfect choice;

But drowning could be rescu'd from the flame, Satiety ourselves may kill:

Some men leap'd forth, and ever as they came Then give me but thy face and voice,

Near the foe's ships, did by their shot decay:

So all were lost which in the ship were found, Mine eye and ear thou canst not fill.

They in the sea being burnt, they in the burnt ship To make me rich, oh! be not poor,

drown'd. Give me not all, yet something lend ;

So I shall still my suit commend,
And at your will do less or more.

FALL OF A WALL.
But if to all you condescend,
My love, our sport, your godhead end.

UNDER an under-mind and shot-bruis'd wall,
A too bold captain perish'd by the fall,
Whose brave misfortiine happiest men envy'd,
That had a tower for tomb bis bones to hide.

A

LECTURE UPON THE SHADOW.

A LAME BEGGAR.
STAND still, and I will read to thee
A lecture, love, in love's philosophy.

“ I am unable," yonder beggar cries, These three hours, that we have spent

“ To stand or move;" if he say true, he lies. Walking here, to shadows went. Along with us, which we ourselves produc'd; But now the Sun is just above our head,

A SELF-ACCUSER. We do those shadows tread :

And to brave clearness all things are reduc'd. Your mistress, that you follow whores, still taxeth So whilst our infant loves did grow,

you; Disguises did and shadows flow

'Tis strange, that she should thusconfess it, thought From us and our cares : but now 't is not so.

be true.
That love hath not attain'd the high’st degree,
Which is still diligent lest others see ;
Except our loves at this noon stay,

A LICENTIOUS PERSON.
We shall new shadows make the other way. Thy sins and hairs may no man equal call;
As the first were made to blind

For as thy sins increase, thy hairs do fall.
Others; these, which come behind,
Will work upon ourselves, and blind our eyes.
If our love's faint, and westwardly decline;
To me thou falsely thine,

ANTIQUARY.
And I to thee mine actions shall disguise.

If in his study he bath so much care The morning shadows wear away,

To hang all old strange things, let his wife beware But these grow longer all the day:

But oh! love's day is short, if love decay. Love is a growing, or full constant light;

DISINHERITED.
And his short minute, after noon, is night.

The father all from thee, by his last will,
Gave to the poor ; thou hast good title still.

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RADERUS.

For though her eyes be small, her mouth is great; Vay this man gelded Martial, I amuse;

Though their's be ivory, yet her teeid be jet;

Though they be dim, yet she is light enough, xcept himself alone his tricks would use, is Cath'rine, for the court's sake, put down stews. And though her harsh hair 's foul, her skin is rough;

What though her cheeks be yellow, her hair's red,
Give her thine, and she hath a maidenhead.

These things are beauty's elements; where these
MERCURIUS GALLO-BELGICUS.

Meet in one, that one must, as perfect, please. LIKE Esop's fellow-slaves, 0 Mercury,

If red and white, and each good quality Which could do all things, thy faith is ; and I Be in thy wench, ne'er ask where it doth lie. Like Esop's self, which nothing ; I confess, In buying things perfum'd, we ask if there I should have had more faith, if thou had'st less; Be musk and amber in it, but not where. Thy credit lost thy credit: 't is sin to do, Though all her parts be not in th' usual place, In this case, as thou would'st be done unto, Sh' hath yet the anagrams of a good face. To believe all : change thy name; thou art like If we might put the letters but one way, Mercury in stealing, but liest like a Greek. In that lean dearth of words, what could we say?

When by the gamut some musicians make Compassion in the world again is bred :

A perfect song; others will undertake,
Ralphius is sick, the broker keeps his bed.

By the same gamut chang'd, to equal it.
Things simply good can never be unfit;
She 's fair as any, if all be like her;

And if none be, then she is singular.
ELEGIES.

All love is wonder; if we justly do
Account her wonderful, why not lovely too?.

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies ;
ELEGY 1.

Choose this face, chang'd by no deformities.

Women are all like angels; the fair be
JEALOUSY.

Like those which fell to worse : but such as she, Fond woman, which would’st have thy husband die, Like to good angels

, nothing can impair: And yet complain'st of his great jealousy:

'T is less grief to be foul, than t' have been fair. If swoln with poison be lay in 's last bed,

For one night's revel silk and gold we choose, His body with a serecloth covered,

But in long journies cloth and leather use. Drawing his breath, as thick and short as can

Beauty is barren oft ; best husbands say, The nimblest crocheting musician,

There is best land, where there is foulest way. Ready with loathsome vomiting to spew

Oh, what a sovereign plaster will she be, His soul out of one Hell into a new,

If thy past sins have taught thee jealousy! Made deaf with his poor kindred's howling cries,

Here needs no spies nor eunuchs, her commit Begging with few feign'd tears great legacies,

Safe to thy foes, yea, to a marmosit. Thou would'st not weep, but jolly and frolic be,

Like Belgia's cities, when the country drowns, As a slave which to morrow should be free;

That dirty foulness guards and arms the towns; Yet weep'st thou, when thou seest bim hungerly

So doth her face guard her; and so for thee, Swallow bis own death, heart's-bane jealousy.

Who, forc'd by business, absent oft must be; O give him many thanks, he's courteous,

She, whose face, like clouds, turns the day to night, That in suspecting kindly warneth us;

Who, mightier than the sea, makes Moors seem We must not, as we us'd, flout openly

white; In scoffiog riddles his deformity:

Whom, though seven years she in the stews had laid, Nor, at his board together being sat,

A nunnery durst receive, and think a maid; With words, nor touch, scarce looks adulterate.

And though in childbirth's labour she did lie, Nor, when be swoln and pamper'd with high fare

Midwives would swear 't were but a tympany; Sits down and snorts, cag'd in his basket chair,

Whom, if she accuse herself, I credit less Must we usurp his own bed any more,

Than witches, which impossibles confess. Nor kiss and play in his house, as before.

One like none, and lik'd of none, fittest were; Now do I see my danger; for it is

For things in fashion every man will wear.
His realm, his castle, and his diocese.
But if (as envious men, which would revile
Their priace, or coin his gold, themselves exile
lato another country, and do it there)

ELEGY III.
We play in another's house, what should we fear?
There will we scorn his household policies,

CHANGE.
His silly plots and pensionary spies;
As the inhabitants of Thames' right side

ALTHOUGH thy hand and faith, and good works too, Do London's mayor; or Germans the pope's pride.

Have seal'd thy love, which nothing should undo,
Yea though thou fall back, that apostasy
Confirms thy love; yet much, much I fear thee.

Women are like the arts, forc'd unto none,
ELEGY II.

Open to all searchers, unpriz'd if unknown.
THE ANAGRAM.

If I have caught a bird, and let him fly,

Another fowler, using those means as I, Miery, and love thy Flavia, for she

May catch the same bird ; and as these things be, Hath all things, whereby others beauteous be; Women are made for men, not him, nor me.

THE PERFUME.

Foxes, goats, and all beasts,change when they please, But, oh! too common ill, I brought with me
Shall women, more hot, wily, wild, than these, That, which betray'd me to mine enemy :
Be bound to one man, and bid Nature then A loud perfume, which at my entrance cry'd
Idly make them apter t endure than men ? E'en at thy father's uose, so were we spy'd.
They 're our clogs, not their own; if a man be When, like a tyrant king, that in his bed
Chain'd to a galley, yet the galley 's free. (there, Smelt gunpowder, the pale wretch shivered;
Who hath a plough-land, casts all his seed-corn Had it been some bad smell, he would have thought
And yet allows his ground more corn should bear; That his own feet or breath the smell had wrougbt.
Though Danuby into the sea must flow,

But as we in our isle imprisoned,
The sea receives the Rhine, Volga, and Po, Where cattle only, and divers dogs are bred,
By Nature, which gave it this liberty.

The precious unicorns strange monsters call,
Thou lov'st, but oh! can'st thou love it and me? So thought he sweet strange, that had none at all.
Likeness glues love ; and if that thou so do, I taught my silks their whistling to forbear,
To make us like and love, must I change too? E'en my oppress'd shoes dumb and speechless were:
More than thy hate, I hate't ; rather let me Only, thou bitter sweet, whom I had laid
Allow her change, than change as oft as she; Next me, me traitorously hast betray'd,
And so not teach, but force my opinion,

And unsuspected hast invisibly To love not any one, nor every one.

At once fled unto him, and stay'd with me. To live in one land is captivity,

Base excrement of earth, which dost confound To run all countries a wild roguery;

Sense from distinguishing the sick from sound; Waters stink soon, if in one place they 'bide, By thee the silly amorous sucks his death, And in the vast sea are more putrify'd :

By drawing in a leprous harlot's breath;
But when they kiss one bank, and leaving this By thee the greatest stain to man's estate
Never look back, but the next bank do kiss, Falls on us, to be call's effeminate;
Then are they purest; change is the nursery Though you be much lov'd in the prince's ball,
Of music, joy, life, and eternity.

There things, that seem, exceed substantial.
Gods, when ye fum'd on altars, were pleas'd well,
Because you 're burnt, not that they lik'd your smell.

You 're loathsome all, being ta'en simply alone,
ELEGY IV.

Shall we love ill things join'd, and hate each one?
If you were good, your good doth soon decay;

And you are rare, that takes the good away.
ONCE, and but once, found in thy company, All my perfumes I give most willingly
All thy supposed 'scapes are laid on me;

T embalm thy father's corse. What will he die?
And as a thief at bar is question’d there
By all the men that have been robb’d that year,
So am I (by this traitorous means surpris'd)
By the hydroptic father catechis'd.

ELEGY V.
Though he had wont to search with glazed eyes,
As though he came to kill a cockatrice;

HIS PICTURE.
Though he hath oft sworn, that he would remove
Thy beauty's beauty, and food of our love, Here take my picture; though I bid farewell :
Hope of bis goods, if I with thee were seen;

Thine in my heart, where my soul dwells, shall drell, Yet close and secret, as our souls, we 've been.

'T is like me now, but, I dead, 't will be more, Though thy immortal mother, which doth lie When we are shadows both, than t was before. Still buried in ber bed, yet will not die,

When weather-beaten I come back; my hand Takes this advantage to sleep out day-light, Perhaps with rude oars torn, or sim-beams tann'd; And watch thy entries and returns all night;

My face and breast of hair-cloth, and my head And, when she takes thy hand, and would seem kind, With care's harsh sudden hoariness o'erspread; Doth search what rings and armlets she can find; My body a sack of bones, broken within, And kissing notes the colour of thy face,

And powder's blue stains scatter'd on my skin : And fearing lest thou 'rt swoln, doth thee embrace; If rival fools tax thee t' have lov'd a man And, to try if thou long, doth name strange meats, So foul and coarse, as, oh! I may seem then, And notes thy paleness, blushes, sighs, and sweats, This shall say what I was : and thou shalt say, And politicly will to thee confess

“Do his hurts reach me ? doth my worth decay? The sins of her own youth's rank lustiness ; Or do they reach his judging mind, that he Yet love these sorc'ries did remove, and move

Should now love less, what he did love to see? Thee to gull thine own mother for my love. That which in bim was fair and delicate, Thy little brethren, which like fairy sprites Was but the milk, which in love's childish state Oft skipp'd into our chamber those sweet nights, Did nurse it: who now is grown strong enough And kiss'd and dandled on thy father's knee, To feed on that, which to weak tastes seems tough." Were brib'd next day; to tell what they did see: The grim eight foot high iron-bound serving-man, That oft names God in oaths, and only then, He that, to bar the first gate, doth as wide

ELEGY VI. As the great Rhodian Colossus stride, Which, if in Hell no other pains there were, Og! let me not serve so, as those men serve, Makes me fear Hell, because he must be there : Whom honour's smokes at once flatter and starve: Though by thy father be were hird to this, Poorly enrich'd with great men's words or looks: Could never witness any touch or kiss.

Nor so write my name in thy loving books ;

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