These three hours that we have spent,

To all, which all love, I say no.

But swear thou thinkst I love thee, and no more.

Ease me with death, by bidding me go too.

Tears drownd one hundred, and sighs blew out two ;

If I know yet what I would have.

Nor he that loves none but fair,

Send me nor this nor that, to increase my score,

Your passive valour, and you shall find then,

Nor half so brittle as her heart, thou art ;

Why bar you love of private end,

Deface records and histories

So should our loves meet in simplicity ;

By distance our hopes joining bliss,

You do not love,

SHEs dead ; and all which die

SO, so, break off this last lamenting kiss,

[W.]

But O ! loves day is short, if love decay.

We do those shadows tread,

Within the writings which thou hast addressd.

When they shall find your picture in my heart,

For she is thralld therefore ;

Tis love breeds love in me, and cold disdain

Difference of sex we never knew,

Than virtue, or the mind to admire.

When others change to light ;

I scarce believed thou couldst be gone away ;

To make their souls at the last busy day

And let th enchantress Honour, next be slain ;

My giants, and my witches too,

After such pleasures, unless wise

Nor he which is all his own,

We die but once, and who loved last did die,

Nor he that pays, not, for he says

Eager, desires to raise posterity.

Poor victories ; but if you dare be brave,

And so my soul, more earnestly released,

He that saith, twice, doth lie ;

Hate me, because thy loves too great for me ;

Our bodies, not we move.

For such by all are sought ;

Or that my easeless thoughts may sleep and rest ;

Or like the heat which fire in solid matter

But, from late fair,

But so great joy our life at once outwears.

What wouldst thou say ? shall both our properties by thee be spoke,

At least remember, I forbade it thee ;

No more than guardian angels do ;

This wonder to the vulgar prove,

My body then doth hers involve,

If I, thy conquest, perish by thy hate.

IF her disdain least change in you can move,

Turn, thou ghost, that way, and let me turn this,

Yet love and hate me too ;

Because that other curse of being short,

If this fall in a time, or land,

To九-九-藏-書 make us relics ; then

Love-slain, lo ! here I die.

And, since at such time miracles are sought,

So whilst our infant loves did grow,

Will outstrip hers ; as bullets flown before

Be justly proud, and gladly safe, that thou dost dwell with me ;

And forty on hopes that thou wouldst they might last ;

To knit our loves in the fantastic strain

Though I admire their greatness, shun their heat.

Which nature, injured by late law, sets free.

But these grow longer all the day ;

She that, O ! broke her faith, would soon break thee.

And hate with hate again retaliate ;

Absence denies

O give no way to grief, &c.

Fools have no means to meet,

No, nor the corals, which thy wrist enfold,

But, now the sun is just above our head,

Such life is like the light which bideth yet

And those things whereof I consist hereby

Joy to wound me.

NO lover saith, I love, nor any other

And made of one another.

To be to more than one a bed—

May show his patience, not his love.

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

—Which cannot be,

Along with us, which we ourselves produced.

Nor he that can for foul ones care,

This —which I am amazed that I can speak—

Being had, enjoying it decays ;

Whose foreign conquest treasure brings,

Ah cannot we,

Where mass-devotion doth command,

For when that hope gives fuel to the fire,

Except our loves at this noon stay,

Each others sight,

For may I miss, wheneer I crave,

To pursue things which had endamaged me ;

And raging breed ;

And without such advantage kill me then,

For sense and understanding may

To have no part,

No, nor thy picture, though most gracious,

And most desired, cause tis like the best

But that my fire doth with my fuel grow.

His highness sitting in a golden chair,

And carry thee with me—

That in my passions I may hope the best.

Within, shes worth no more.

Will have me cut up to survey each part,

Leaves behind, two hours after.

But let belief

Our hands neer touchd the seals,

Once I loved and died ; and am now become

But negatives, my love is so.

Though I speed not, I cannot miss.

As men do when the summers sun

Love is a gr九*九*藏*書owing, or full constant light,

But not for food ;

That any loves but he ;

As well as cocks and lions, jocund be

Even then our souls shall kiss ;

Yet knew not what we loved, nor why ;

This ; as she would man should despise

I would have that age by this paper taught

All women shall adore us, and some men.

Which can by no way be expressd

And nourish not, but smother.

Death kills with too much cold ;

A latter bullet may oertake, the powder being more.

Then, lest my being nothing lessen thee,

Being double dead, going, and bidding, "Go."

By being to thee then what to me thou wast ;

Unless self-love take private end.

Her heart, that weeps to hear of others moan,

A kind of sorrowing dulness to the mind.

Nor a fool when others —

Till all consume.

A lecture, Love, in Loves philosophy.

The morning shadows wear away,

[D.]

We shall new shadows make the other way.

WHEN my grave is broke up again

Why should our clay

Blindly admire, and with such worship woo ;

Laced up together in congruity,

Kills that again,

And when he list refuse ;

By children, than the thing which lovers so

Which are vast Constancy and Secretness ;

In me abundant grow, and burdenous,

A gentler cure.

Love is not love, but given free ;

Will he not let us alone,

Ill never dig in quarry of an heart

And I to thee mine actions shall disguise.

And work on them as me, and so prefer

Of our affection, that, as thats round and plain,

He was killd yesterday.

And makes to us a constant night,

Am, by being dead, immortal ; can ghosts die ?

Love with excess of heat, more young than old,

Call, what they cannot name, an unknown power,

Then he that digs us up will bring

For I could muster up, as well as you,

That to Loves self for loves own sake?

To mine is stone.

I will vent that humour then

Kill me as woman, let me die

So her disdains can neer offend,

Ill no more dote and run

Of new-touchd youth ; nor ring to show the stands

Of mutual love

For forty more I fed on favours past,

To show our thoughts should rest in the same hold ;

Receive more, and spend more, and soonest break,

Will thorough all their senses move,

Nature decreed—since each such act, they say,

Or not divide, all being one thouhttps://read.99csw.comght of you ;

A bracelet of bright hair about the bone,

Diminisheth the length of life a day—

Is not less cared for after three days

Except it be too late, to kill me so,

We ask none leave to love ; nor will we owe

—For graves have learnd that woman-head,

First we loved well and faithfully,

Water of tears, and earthly sad despair,

Oh, why should ought less precious, or less tough

My use increased.

Who this way would a lover prove,

Never shall my fancy move,

If our loves faint, and westerwardly decline,

A something else thereby ;

Whom I may freely prove?

For when we miss

Which on an eye, cheek, lip, can prey ;

She, to my loss, doth by her death repair.

And for that raging humour there is sure

The sport,

Thus when

To tie us to that way?

Coming and going we

Our desires give them fashion, and so

So these extremes shall neer their office do ;

Let him teach me that nothing. This

You think a sudden damp of love

And to brave clearness all things are reduced.

As—caused by them—I love my smart.

THOU art not so black as my heart,

Meet at this grave, and make a little stay?

But thou wilt lose the style of conqueror,

And that so lamely, as it leaves behind

Or, if it have, let my word work on me,

[W.]

Not that I shall repair my unthrifty waste

FOR my first twenty years, since yesterday,

Your murder to the name of massacre,

Is there then no kind of men

So shall I live thy stage, not triumph be.

For he loves against his will ;

And his short minute, after noon, is night.

WHILST yet to prove

But near worn out by loves security,

Love me, that I may die the gentler way ;

What we know not—ourselves—can know,

Walking here, two shadows went

If thou hate me, take heed of hating me.

And thence,

Or too much triumph in the victory ;

But by their feet ;

Lest thou thy love and hate, and me undo,

As yet my ease and comfort is,

With name of chaste ;

And think that there a loving couple lies,

As water causeth fire to fret and fume,

Tis but applying worm-seed to the tail.

A frown may be sometimes for physic good,

Yet I so well affect each part,

—https://read.99csw.comNothing more endless, nothing sooner broke?

Nor he that still his mistress prays,

Thou shalt be a Mary Magdalen, and I

STAND still, and I will read to thee

As a mere man ; do you but try

When the lifes light is set,

What miracles we harmless lovers wrought.

Things not yet known are coveted by men,

And so is mine ; so should yours be.

I cannot say I loved, for who can say

Since so, my mind

I beg nor ribbon wrought with thine own hands,

And cannot pleasure choose ;

Marriage rings are not of this stuff ;

Who thought that this device might be some way

Words but sense deep ;

A thousand, I did neither think nor do,

Perchance might kiss, but not between those meals ;

Nor roast in fiery eyes, which always are

Us to the bishop or the king,

That love hath not attaind the highest degree,

Who can of love more rich gift make,

SOULS joy, now I am gone,

And like a Goth and Vandal rise,

And my friends curiosity

As the first were made to blind

Yet stay with me since thou art come,

To me thou, falsely, thine

O give no way to grief,

Know what gives fuel to their fire ;

Which never should to public tend?

I NEVER stoopd so low, as they

And that she frowns lest longing should exceed,

Canicular.

TAKE heed of loving me ;

Figure our loves ? except in thy name thou have bid it say,

SEND me some tokens, that my hope may live

Let not thy wit beweep

Which is still diligent lest others see.

HE that cannot choose but love,

And I might live long wretched so,

Which my materials be,

Others, these which come behind

Can judge a perfect lover ;

Or in a thousand more, forgot that too.

These miracles we did ; but now alas !

Yet when unto our eyes

If that be simply perfectest,

For his judgement then is nought ;

Take heed of hating me,

Over our spirits so much sway,

Grows great,

If thou love me, take heed of loving me.

He can neither —

Her eyes, that weep a strangers eyes to see,

What before pleased them all, takes but one sense,

If any who deciphers best,

Any so cheap a death as saying, "Go."

Nor he that hath wit, fhttps://read.99csw.comor he

Go ; and if that word have not quite killed thee,

And let ourselves benight our happiest day.

WHEN I am dead, and doctors know not why,

And we were mutual elements to us,

But these I neither look for nor profess ;

Then, lest thy love by my death frustrate be,

Should I tell what a miracle she was.

Which sucks two souls, and vapours both away ;

As ignorantly did I crave.

Of breath and blood, upon thy sighs and tears,

Will make me his jest or slave ;

I thought there was some deity in love,

Naked you have odds enough of any man.

From us and our cares ; but now tis not so.

Say her disdainings justly must be graced

To their first elements resolve ;

"—Im cheap, and nought but fashion ; fling me away."

Now, as those active kings

So did I reverence, and gave

Send me some honey, to make sweet my hive,

Some second guest to entertain,

O let me live, yet love and hate me too.

You sell desire.

Worship ; as atheists at their dying hour

[D.]

Yet call not this long life ; but think that I

Nor witty lines, which are most copious,

And a just office on a murderer do.

In mine own self-love.

Of your own arts and triumphs over men,

Will work upon ourselves, and blind our eyes.

Circle this fingers top, which didst her thumb ;

Seldom to them which soar no higher

And strives against it still,

All measure, and all language, I should pass,

And when I come where moving beauties be,

And only for a minute made to be

Each place can afford shadows ; if all fail,

And pleasure in your conquest have,

And he that digs it, spies

My fire of passion, sighs of air,

For though he seem to move, and stir a while,

Disguises did, and shadows, flow

When I am caught he can be gone,

Since I must leave myself with thee,

Shall not desire what no man else can find ;

And you alone,

My love, though silly, is more brave ;

This death, hath with my store

First kill th enormous giant, your Disdain ;

Not that I shall be mine own officer,

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

Or let these two, themselves, not me, decay ;

Mine epitaph and tomb ;

He thinks that else none can or will agree,

It doth the sense beguile.