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Beyond that wish; all these now cancel must,
As if not writ in faith, but words and dust.
Yet witness those clear vows which lovers make ;
Witness the chaste desires that never brake
Into unruly hearts; witness that breast
Which in thy bosom anchor'd his whole rest;
'Tis no default in us, I dare acquite
Thy maiden faith, thy purpose fair and white
As thy pure self. Cross planets did envy
Us to each other, and Heav'n did untie
Faster than vows could bind- * *
* Like turtle-doves
Dislodged from their haunts, we must in tears
Unwind a love, knit up in many years ;
In this last kiss I here surrender thee
Back to thyself; so thou again art free.
Thou, in another, sad as that, re-send
The truest heart that lover e'er did lend.
Now turn from each : so fare our sever'd hearts,
As the divorced soul from her body parts.
THE BREAK OF DAY.
STAY, oh sweet! and do not rise :
The light that shines comes from thine eyes ;
The day breaks not—it is my heart,
Because that you and I must part.
Stay, or else my joys will die,
And perish in their infancy.
'Tis true, 'tis day—what though it be?
O wilt thou therefore rise from me ?
Why should we rise because 'tis light ?
Did we lie down because 'twas night?
Love, which in spite of darkness brought us hither,
Should, in despite of light, keep us together.
Light hath no tongue, but is all eye ;
If it could speak, as well as spy,
This were the worst that it could say,
That, being well, I fain would stay,
And that I loved my heart and honour so,
That I would not from her that had them go.
Must business thee from hence remove ?
O, that's the worst disease of love !
The poor, the foul, the false, love can
Admit, but not the busy man.
He which hath business, and makes lore, doth do
Such wrong as when a married man doth woo.
TO HIS WIFE. TO PERSUADE HER FROM FOLLOWING HIM ABROAD IN THE
DISGUISE OF A PAGE. By our first strange and fatal interview, By all desires, which thereof did ensue, By our long striving hopes, by that remorse, Which my words' masculine persuasive force Begot in thee, and by the memory Of hurts, which spies and rivals threaten'd me,
I calmly beg. But by thy father's wrath,
By all pains, which want and divorcement hath,
I conjure thee ; and all the oaths, which I
And thou have sworn to seal joint constancy,
I here unswear, and overswear them thus ;
Thou shalt not love by means so dangerous.
Temper, O fair love! love's impetuous rage,
Be my true mistress, not my feigned page;
I'll go, and, by thy kind leave, leave behind
Thee, only worthy to nurse in my mind
Thirst to come back ; 0, if thou die before,
My soul from other lands to thee shall soar ;
Thy (else almighty) beauty cannot move
Rage from the seas, nor thy love teach them love,
Nor tame wild Boreas' harshness; thou hast read
How roughly he in pieces shivered
Fair Orithea, whom he swore he lov'd.
Fall ill or good, 'tis madness to have prov'd
Dangers unurg'd : feed on this flattery,
That absent lovers one in th' other be.
Dissemble nothing, not a boy, nor change
Thy body's habit, nor mind ; be not strange
To thyself only. All will spy in thy face
A blushing womanly discovering grace.
Richly cloth'd apes are call'd apes ; and as soon
Eclips’d, as bright we call the Moon, the Moon,
Men of France, changeable chameleons,
Spittles of diseases, shops of fashions,
Love's fuelers, and th’ rightest company
Of players, which upon the world's stage be,
Will too too quickly know thee.
0, stay here ; for, for thee
England is only a worthy gallery,
To walk in expectation, till from thence
Our greatest king call thee to his presence.
When I am gone, dream me some happiness,
Nor let thy looks our long-hid love confess ;
Nor praise, nor dispraise me; nor bless, nor curse
Openly love's force ; nor in bed fright thy nurse
With midnight's startings, crying out, “ Oh! oh !
Nurse, O! my love is slain ; I saw him go
O'er the white Alps alone ; I saw him, I,
Assail'd, taken, fight, stabb’d, bleed, fall, and die.”
Augur me better chance, except dread Jove
Think it enough for me t have had thy love.
a thorough partisan, a man of more zeal than discretion, and to have enjoyed a broil on very disinterested principles.
THE CONSOLATIONS OF THE MUSE.
SHE doth tell me where to borrow
Comfort in the midst of sorrow;
Makes the desolatest place
To her presence be a grace,
And the blackest discontents
Be her fairest ornaments.
In my former days of bliss,
His divine skill taught me this,
That from every thing I saw,
I could some invention draw ;
And raise pleasure to her height
Through the meanest object's sight :
By the murmur of a spring,
Or the least bough's rustling ;
By a daisy, whose leaves spread,
Shut when Titan goes to bed ;
Or a shady bush or tree,
She could more infuse in me,
Than all Nature's beauties can,
In some other wiser man.
By her help I also now
Make this churlish place allow
Some things that may sweeten gladness
In the very gall of sadness :
The dull loneness, the black shade
That these hanging vaults have made,