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It is not that I love you less
Which I have known belongs to you;
And make my old wounds bleed anew.
Your banished servant trouble you;
The vow I made to love you, too.
COME, LET US KISS AND PART. Since there's no hope, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me; And I am glad-yea, glad with all my heartThat thus so clearly I myself can free. Shake hands forever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen on either of our brows,
That we one jot of former love retain! Now, at the last gasp of love's latest breath,
When, his pulse failing, passion speechless lies, When faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And innocence is closing up his eyes,
I'LL NEVER LOVE THEE MORE. 135
Now, if thou wouldst, when all have given him over,
From death to life thou mightst him yet recover. MICHAEL DRAYTON.
I'LL NEVER LOVE THEE MORE.
My dear and only love, I pray
Which virtuous souls abhor,
As Alexander I will reign,
He either fears his fate too much,
Who dares not put it to the touch
But I will reign and govern still,
But 'gainst my batteries if I find
I'll never love thee more.
And in the empire of thy heart,
Or dare to share with me,-
But if no faithless action stain
AH! HOW SWEET!
Ah, how sweet it is to love!
Pains of love are sweeter far
Sighs which are from lovers blown
Cure, like trickling balm, their smart.
Love and Time with reverence use,
Which in youth sincere they send;
I dare not ask a kiss;
I dare not beg a smile;
Lest having that or this,
I might grow proud the while.
No, no, the utmost share
That lately kisséd thee.
Out upon it, I have loved
Time shall moult away his wings,
In the whole wide world again
But the spite on't is no praise
Love with me had made no stays,
Had it any been but she,
SIR JOHN SUCKLING.
To see her is to love her,
And never made another!