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Add one more likeness (which I'm sure you | Then shall the world my noble ruin see,
And let me and my sun beget a man!
HERE, take my likeness with you, whilst 'tis so;
The man who did this picture draw,
I really believe, within a while,
If you upon this shadow smile,
And absence so much alter me,
This will the substance, I the shadow, be.
But thou, who (if I know thee right)
No; to what purpose should I speak?
No, wretched heart! swell till you break.
Since that lov'd hand this mortal wound does give,
So handsomely the thing contrive,
'Tis nobler much for me, that I
The censuring world will ne'er refrain
So bold to ask her to make me,
To fall by her not loving, than her hate.
Shall grace my funerals with this truth; ""Twas only love destroy'd the gentle youth!"
When from your well-wrought cabinet you take it, Give me but the disposal of one dart,
And your bright looks awake it,
The new-soul'd picture gaze on thee,
And yet this death of mine, I fear,
And then (I'll ask no other benefit)
Deep into her bosom would I strike the dart,
They flutter still about, inconstantly:
Curse on thy goodness, whom we find
Vain god! who women dost thyself adore!
They take the feathers, we the head,
I'VE followed thee a year, at least,
And never stopp'd myself to rest;
To stars, which govern them above;
In vain, alas! in vain I strive
Hearts by Love strangely shuffled are, That there can never meet a pair! Tamelier than worms are lovers slain! The wounded heart ne'er turns to wound again,
THOUGHT, I'll swear, I could have lov'd no more
LOVE'S VISIBILITY...LOOKING ON HIS MISTRESS.
RESOLVED TO LOVE.
But you as easily might account, Till to the top of numbers you amount, As cast up my love's score.
WONDER What the grave and wise
Ten thousand millions was the sum;
So the new-made and untry'd spheres above
WITH much of pain, and all the art I knew,
Have I endeavour'd hitherto
To hide my love, and yet all will not do.
The world perceives it, and, it may be, she;
Men without love have oft so cunning grown,
That something like it they have shown;
But thinks none sees it 'cause itself is blind.
LOOKING ON, AND DISCOURSİNG
Ah wretch! I seem to touch her now; but, oh,
As her hard soul's aversion from my love.
Take flattering hopes, and think it nigh;
One of them saw me, th' other day,
Touch the dear hand which I admire ;
This silly wise-man, who pretends to know,
Saw me with eyes all wat'ry come;
But thought some smoke was in the room :
To which with trembling reverence it does bend;
Go bid the stones a journey upwards make;
Go bid th'ambitious flame no more ascend:
Does nothing tie more strong than me to you;
But will be still the same, whate'er you do You cannot kill my love with your disdain: Wound it you may, and make it live in pain, Me, mine example, let the Stoics use,
Their sad and cruel doctrine to maintain; Let all predestinators me produce,
Who struggle with eternal bonds in vain:
To find out mine, look not, alas! on me;
If thou find there kind and propitious rays,
What Mars or Saturn threaten I'll not fear; I well believe the fate of mortal days
Is writ in Heaven; but oh, my heaven is there. What can men learn from stars they scarce can see?
Two great lights rule the world, and her two me
Ir gave a piteous groan, and so it broke ;
I thought that this some remedy might prove;
And now, alas! each little broken part
Feels the whole pain of all my heart; And every smallest corner still Lives with that torment which the whole did kill. Even so rude armies, when the field they quit, And into several quarters get; Each troop does spoil and ruin more Than ail join'd in one body did before. How many loves reign in my bosom now! How many loves, yet all of you! Thus have I chang'd with evil fate My monarch-love into a tyrant-state.
Nay more; thou mak'st me worship thee,
That I one drop from thee should alienate:
Thou all my joys and all my hopes dust claim;
Nought can resist, or not increase the flame:
As men in Hell are from diseases free,
But all pains eminently lie in thee!
And planted garrisons of thine own.
THOU worst estate ev'n of the sex that 's worst ;
Who, like the centre of the Earth,
A thing God thought for mankind so unfit,
Art always scorch'd with hot desires,
And fear'st the day's discovering eye! No wonder 'tis at all that thou should'st be Such tedious and unpleasant company,
Who liv'st so melancholily!
Thou thing of subtile, slippery kind, Which women lose, and yet no man can find! Although I think thou never found wilt be, Yet I'm resolv'd to search for thee; The search itself rewards the pains: So, though the chymic his great secret miss, (For neither it in art nor Nature is)
Yet things well worth his toil he gains; And does his charge and labour pay With good unsought experiments by the way. Say what thou wilt, chastity is no more Thee, than a porter is his door. In vain to honour they pretend, [walls; Who guard themselves with ramparts and with Them only Fame the truly valiant calls,
Who can an open breach defend.
Of thy quick loss can be no doubt, Within so hated, and so lov'd without.
IMPOSSIBILITIES! oh no, there's none;
Could mine bring thy heart captive home, As easily other dangers were o'erthrown,
As Cæsar, after vanquish'd Rome, His little Asian foes did overcome. True lovers oft by Fortune are envied;
Oft Earth and Hell against them strive; But Providence engages on their side,
And a good end at last does give : At last, just men and lovers always thrive.
As stars. (not powerful else) when they conjoia, Change, as they please, the world's estate; So thy heart in conjunction with mine
Shall our own fortunes regulate;
And to our stars themselves prescribe a fate.
"Twould grieve me much to find some bold ro
That should two kind examples shew, Which before us in wonders did advance; Not that Ithought that story true, But none should fancy more, than I would de
Through spite of our worst enemies, thy friends;
As was the amorous youth's o'er Helle's sea:
He saw the Sestian tower on th' other shore:
To let thy beams shine on me from afar ;
CURSE on this tongue, that has my heart betray'd,
That in my breast does reign;
Silence perhaps may make it sleep: I'll bind that sore up I did ill reveal; The wound, if once it close, may chance to heal. No, 'twill ne'er heal; my love will never die, Though it should speechless lie. A river, ere it meet the sea, As well might stay its source, As my love can his course, Unless it join and mix with thee: If any end or stop of it be found,
We know the flood runs still, though under ground.
The fat, like plenty, fills my heart;
The lean, with love makes me too so:
To me; if crooked, 'tis his bow:
My richly-landed Love's become; And, judg'd aright, is Constancy, Though it take up a larger room: Him, who loves always one, why should they call More constant than the man loves always all? Thus with unwearied wings I flee
Through all Love's gardens and his fields; And, like the wise, industrious bee, No weed but honey to me yields! Honey still spent this diligence still supplies, Though I return not home with laden thighs. My soul at first indeed did prove
Of pretty strength against a dart, Till I this habit got of love;
But my consum'd and wasted neart, Once burnt to tinder with a strong desire, Since that, by every spark is set on fire.
GREAT and wise conqueror, who, where'er Thou com'st, dost fortify, and settle there!
Then all the fields and woods shall with it ring;
Meanwhile I will not dare to make a name
To represent thee by;
Adam (God's nomenclator) could not frame
One that enough should signify: Astrea or Celia as unfit would prove For thee, as 'tis to call the Deity Jove.
Ah, charming maid! let not Ill-fortune see
Nor know the beauty of thy tears;
In every drop, methinks, her eye.
Like a Narcissus does appear,
Melt not, to feed that beauteous stream below!
Which made this precious limbeck sweat!
SEE where she sits, and in what comely wise
That she weeps tears so wondrous cold,
DISCREET! what means this word discreet?
This barbarous term you will not meet
Jointure, portion, gold, estate,
Houses, household-stuff, or land,
Are Greek no lovers understand.
Enters into a breast.
The two first things it does remove
Passion 's half blind, nor can endure
Men, in such tempests tost about,
Thick as the flowers in meadows lie,
And, when in future times they shall be read,
(As sure, I think, they will not die) If any critic doubt that they be mine,
Men by that stamp shall quickly know the coin. Tuy Maid! ah! find some nobler theme
Whereon thy doubts to place;
As well might martyrs, who do choose
Alas! she makes thee shine so fair,
Three hours each morn in dressing thee