Yet, I would not have all yet,
He that bath all can have no more,
And since my love doth every day admit [store;
New growth, thou should'st have new rewards in
Thou canst not every day give me thy heart,
If thou canst give it, then thou never gav'st it:
Lovers riddles are, that though thy heart depart,
It stays at home, and thou with losing sav'st it:
But we will love a way more liberal,
Than changing hearts, to join us, so we shall
Be one, and one another's all.

SONG.

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,
And yet is here to day,
He hath no desire nor sense,

Nor half so short a way:
Then fear not me,

But believe that I shall make
Hastier journeys, since I take

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,
But sigh'st my soul away;
When thou weep'st unkindly kind,

My life's blood doth decay.
It cannot be

That thou lov'st me, as thou say'st;
If in thine my life thou waste,
That art the life of me.

Let not thy divining heart
Forethink me any ill,
Destiny may take thy part,
And may thy fears fulfil;
But think that we
Are but laid aside to sleep:
They, who one another keep
Alive, ne'er parted be.

THE LEGACY.

WHEN last I dy'd (and, dear, I die
As often as from thee I go,
Though it be but an hour ago,
And lovers' hours be full eternity)

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,
And fix itself in thy lips, eyes, and brow.

Whilst thus to ballast love, I thought,
And so more steadily t' have gone,
With wares which would sink admiration
I saw, I had Love's pinnace overfraught;

Thy every hair for love to work upon
Is much too much, some fitter must be sought;
For, nor in nothing, nor in things
Extreme, and scattering bright, can love inhere;
Then as an angel face, and wings
Of air, not pure as it, yet pure doth wear,
So thy love may be my love's sphere;
Just such disparity

As is 'twixt air and angel's purity,
Twixt women's love, and men's will ever be.

BREAK OF DAY.

STAY, O sweet, and do not rise,

The light, that shines, comes from thine eyes;
The day breaks not, it is my heart,
Because that you and I must part.

Stay, or else my joys will die,
And perish in their infancy.

'Tis true, 't is day; what though it be?
O wilt thou therefore rise from me?
Why should we rise, because 't is light?
Did we lie down, because 't was night?

Love, which in spite of darkness brought us hi

ther,

Should in despite of light keep us together.

Light hath no tongue, but is all eye;
If it could speak as well as spy,
This were the worst that it could say,
That being well, I fain would stay,

And that I lov'd my heart and honour so,
That I would not from her, that had them, go.

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?
Oh, that's the worst disease of love;
The poor, the foul, the false, love can
Admit, but not the busied man.

He which hath business, and makes love, doth do
Such wrong, as when a married man doth woo.

THE ANNIVERSARY.

ALL kings, and all their favourites,

All glory of honours, beauties, wits,

The Suu itself (which makes times, as they pass)
Is elder by a year now, than it was
When thou and I first one another saw :
All other things to their destruction draw;

Two graves must hide thine and my corse:
If one might, death were no divorce,
Alas! as well as other princes, we,
(Who prince enough in one another be)
Must leave at last in death these eyes and ears,

Oft fed with true oaths, and with sweet salt tears:
But souls where nothing dwells but love;
(All other thoughts being inmates) then shall prove
This, or a love increased there above, [remove.
When bodies to their graves, souls from their graves

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.

1:

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,
It as a given death's-head keep,
Lovers' mortality to preach;

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 how prerogative these states devours,
Transferr'd from Love himself to womankind :
Who, though from heart and eyes
They exact great subsidies,
Forsake him, who on them relies,

And for the cause honour or conscience give;
Chimeras, vain as they, or their prerogative.

LOVE'S ALCHYMY.

SOME that have deeper digg'd Love's mine than I,
Say, where his centric happiness doth lie:
I've lov'd, and got, and told,

But should I love, get, tell, till I were old,
I should not find that hidden mystery;
Oh, 't is imposture all:
And as no chymic yet th' elixir got,
But glorifies his pregnant pot,
If by the way to him befall
Some odoriferous thing, or medicinal,

So lovers dream a rich and long delight,
But get a winter-seeming summer's night.