Lest that preserve thee ; and since my love is spent,

Or prove as false as thou art now.

Compared with me, who am their epitaph.

May he dream treason, and believe that he

If by the way to him befall

Which if it be taught by thine

For some one

Or may he for her virtue reverence

To fetch new lust, and give it you,

At the next world, that is, at the next spring ;

Pregnant of thee ;

That fish, that is not catchd thereby,

Than by my threatenings rest still innocent.

Of all, thats nothing. Oft a flood

I needs must know ; I should prefer,

Dead and interrd ; yet all these seem to laugh,

Endure the short scorn of a bridegrooms play?

One picture more, yet that will be,

But I am none ; nor will my sun renew.

Enjoy your summer all,

A workman, that hath copies by, can lay

Hadst thou the wicked skill

Though thou retain of me

Draw not up seas to drown me in thy sphere ;

Such forced fashions,

Each fish, which every channel hath,

Meant to perform it, and confesses, and die,

Yet since there they have learnd such ill,

Let others freeze with angling reeds,

Will, if thou stir, or pinch to wake him, think

Study me then, you who shall lovers be

What plants, mine, beasts, fowl, fish,

As shadow, a light, and body must be here.

Hope not for mind in women ; at their best,

Since thou and I sigh one anothers breath,

The sun is spent, and now read.99csw.comhis flasks

For his art did express

How many ways mightst thou perform thy will?

Yet send me back my heart and eyes,

So thou and I are nothing then, when on a divers shore.

This world, by waters sent from thee, my heaven dissolvèd so.

And though thou pour more, Ill depart ;

I need not their light, having thee.

Warmd by thy eyes, more than the sun ;

Fruits of much grief they are, emblems of more ;

LET me pour forth

Which, O ! too long have dwelt on thee ;

I, by Loves limbec, am the grave

Withdrew our souls, and made us carcasses.

May he be scornd by one, whom all else scorn,

That I can be endamaged by that art ;

For I am every dead thing,

All others, from all things, draw all thats good,

Or treacherously poor fish beset,

Make, by but thinking who hath made him such ;

To be two chaoses, when we did show

SEND home my long strayd eyes to me,

Pity my picture burning in thine eye ;

Sweetness and wit they are, but mummy, possessd.

Alas ! is wiser far than I.

He ruind me, and I am re-begot

Can be as happy as I can, if he can

This hour her vigil, and her eve, since this

One that hates him only for impotence,

Inherit nothing but his infamy ;

In whom Love wrought new alchemy.

I FIX mine eye on thine, and there

Have we two wept, and so

At this time to the Goat is run

Of conscience, but of fhttps://read.99csw.comame, and be

Being in thine own heart, from all malice free.

What tyrants and their subjects interwish,

To teach the sea, what it may do too soon ;

That I may know, and see thy lies,

Lucys, who scarce seven hours herself unmasks ;

Prophets or poets spake, and all which shall

Gladder to catch thee, than thou him.

And then yield unto all that are his foes ;

Anguishd, not that twas sin, but that twas she ;

In that days rude hoarse minstrelsy, the spheres.

COME live with me, and be my love,

Him, only for his purse

And break both

Care to aught else ; and often absences

And, in false sleep, will from thee shrink :

Or curious traitors, sleeve-silk flies,

Let coarse bold hands from slimy nest

Of protestings,

Which thee doth wear,

From all solicitation from me,

Nature beforehand hath out-cursèd me.

My picture drownd in a transparent tear,

Begging themselves they may betray.

Art in anguish

You lovers, for whose sake the lesser sun

What I will say, I will not tell thee now,

TIS the years midnight, and it is the days,

Word and oath,

Since she enjoys her long nights festival.

By pictures made and marrd, to kill,

Madness his sorrow, gout his cramps, may he

Drownd the whole world, us two ; oft did we grow,

And love ; all, all some properties invest.

Be annexd in schedules unto this by me,

Whither, as to the beds-feet, life is shrunk,

And may he九九藏書 feel no touch

Or may he so long parasites have fed,

And at the last be circumcised for bread.

Whoeer sighs most is cruellest, and hastes the others death.

The worlds whole sap is sunk ;

Of the first nothing the elixir grown ;

Id rather thou shouldst painfully repent,

Life, soul, form, spirit, whence they being have ;

And dost languish

A globe, yea world, by that impression grow,

And there th enamourd fish will stay,

I have loved, and got, and told,

Fit for no good sight, keep them still.

Then thy sick taper will begin to wink,

And false passions,

His sons, which none of his may be,

And equal traitors be she and his sense.

There will the river whispring run

And we will some new pleasures prove

Let not the wind

A verier ghost than I.

Some that have deeper diggd loves mine than I,

My tears before thy face, whilst I stay here,

For thus they be

Weep me not dead, in thine arms, but forbear

That will none,

Will amorously to thee swim,

And quickly make that, which was nothing, all.

Can contribute, all ill, which all

With silken lines and silver hooks.

That he would fain be theirs whom he hath bred,

Shall we for this vain bubbles shadow pay?

That loving wretch that swears,

WHEN by thy scorn, O murdress, I am dead,

But should I love, get, tell, till I were old,

Keep it, for then tis none of mine.

Tis not the bodies marry, but the minds,

Bewitch poor fishes wandring eyes.

When a tear falls, that thou fallst which it bore ;

The venom of all stepdames, gamesters gall,

If thou, to be so seen, best loth,

But now Ive drunk thy sweet salt tears,

Till thy tears mixd with mine do overflow

May some dull whore to love dispose,

Bathed in a cold quicksilver sweat wilt lie,

But get a winter-seeming summers night.

To do me more harm than it purposeth :

With strangling snare, or windowy net.

On a round ball

Thou callst for more,

And thee, feignd vestal, in worse arms shall see :

My picture vanished, vanish all fears

The general balm th hydroptic earth hath drunk,

So, lovers dream a rich and long delight,

Fall on that man ; For if it be a she

That they be

Would swear as justly, that he hears,

And by this mintage they are something worth.

Our ease, our thrift, our honour, and our day,

An Europe, Afric, and an Asia,

And that thou thinkst thee free

And may laugh and joy, when thou

Both the years and the days deep midnight is.

For thee, thou needst no such deceit,

Forswear to others, what to her he hath sworn,

And then, poor aspen wretch, neglected thou

Example find

Say, where his centric happiness doth lie.

And cut their legs with shells and weeds,

Of golden https://read.99csw.comsands, and crystal brooks,

So doth each tear,

When I look lower I espy ;

Send forth light squibs, no constant rays ;

Some odoriferous thing, or medicinal,

Of absence, darkness, death—things which are not.

But glorifies his pregnant pot,

When thou wilt swim in that live bath,

For thy face coins them, and thy stamp they bear,

Some ends, some means ; yea plants, yea stones detest,

Made by thee

And if myself have leave to see,

Let me prepare towards her, and let me call

I should not find that hidden mystery.

By sun or moon, thou darknest both,

Which no unworthy thought could stain ;

With fear of missing, shame of getting, torn.

Then shall my ghost come to thy bed,

But I am by her death—which word wrongs her—

A quintessence even from nothingness,

And as no chemic yet th elixir got,

For thou thyself art thine own bait :

Who is my mistress, wither by this curse ;

From dull privations, and lean emptiness ;

Ends love in this, that my man

And he, whose thou art then, being tired before,

To make jestings

O ! tis imposture all ;

O ! more than moon,

The bedded fish in banks out-wrest ;

And no record tell why ;

Which he in her angelic finds,

If I were any beast,

Were I a man, that I were one

WHOEVER guesses, thinks, or dreams, he knows

If I an ordinary nothing were,

Send home my harmless heart again,