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Yet, I would not have all yet,
SWEETEST love, I do not go,
For weariness of thee, Nor in hope the world can show A fitter love for me;
But since that I
Must die at last, 't is best, Thus to use myself in jest
By feigned death to die;
Yesternight the Sun went hence,
Nor half so short a way:
But believe that I shall make
More wings and spurs than he.
Q how feeble is man's power, That if good fortune fall, Cannot add another hour,
Nor a lost hour recall! But come, bad chance, And we join to 't our strength, And we teach it art and length, Itself o'er us t' advance.
When thou sigh'st, thou sigh'st no wind,
My life's blood doth decay.
That thou lov'st me, as thou say'st;
Let not thy divining heart
WHEN last I dy'd (and, dear, I die
But since my soul, whose child love is, Takes limbs of flesh, and else could nothing do, More subtile than the parent is, Love must not be, but take a body too;
And therefore what thou wert, and who, I bid love ask, and now,
That it assume thy body, I allow,
Whilst thus to ballast love, I thought,
Thy every hair for love to work upon
As is 'twixt air and angel's purity,
BREAK OF DAY.
STAY, O sweet, and do not rise,
The light, that shines, comes from thine eyes;
Stay, or else my joys will die,
'Tis true, 't is day; what though it be?
Love, which in spite of darkness brought us hi
Should in despite of light keep us together.
Light hath no tongue, but is all eye;
And that I lov'd my heart and honour so,
Only our love hath no decay: This no to morrow hath, nor yesterday; Running it never runs from us away, But truly keeps his first-last-everlasting day.
Must business thee from hence remove?
He which hath business, and makes love, doth do
ALL kings, and all their favourites,
All glory of honours, beauties, wits,
The Suu itself (which makes times, as they pass)
Two graves must hide thine and my corse:
Oft fed with true oaths, and with sweet salt tears:
And then we shall be throughly bless'd: But now no more than all the rest.
Here upon Earth we' are kings, and none but we Can be such kings, nor of such subjects be; Who is so safe as we? where none can do Treason to us, except one of us two.
True and false fears let us refrain: Let us love nobly, and live, and add again Years and years unto years, till we attain To write threescore, this is the second of our reign.
A VALEDICTION OF MY NAME,
IN THE WINDOW.
My name engrav'd herein,
Doth contribute my firmness to this glass, Which ever since that charm hath been As hard as that, which grav'd it, was; Thine eye will give it price enough, to mock The diamonds of either rock.
"T is much that glass should be As all confessing and through-shine as I,
'T is more that it shows thee to thee, And clear reflects thee to thine eye. But all such rules love's magic can undo, Here you see me, and I see you.
As no one point nor dash, Which are but accessaries to this name, The show'rs and tempests can outwash, So shall all times find me the same; You this entireness better may fulfil,
Who have the pattern with you still.
Or if too hard and deep
This learning be, for a scratch'd name to teach,
Or think this ragged bony name to be
My ruinous anatomy.
Then as all my souls be Emparadis'd in you (in whom alone
I understand, and grow, and see) The rafters of my body, bone, Being still with you, the muscle, sinew, and vein, Which tile this house, will come again.
Here love's divine (since all divinity
Is love or wonder) may find all they seek, Whether abstracted spiritual love they like, Their souls exhal'd with what they do not see; Or loath so to amuse
Faith's infirmities, they chuse
Something, which they may see and use ; For though mind be the Heaven, where love doth Beauty a convenient type may be to figure it. [sit, Here more than in their books may lawyers find,
Both by what titles mistresses are ours,
And for the cause honour or conscience give;
SOME that have deeper digg'd Love's mine than I,
But should I love, get, tell, till I were old,
So lovers dream a rich and long delight,