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LOVES USURY.

 FOR every hour that thou wilt spare me now,

 I will allow,

 Usurious god of love, twenty to thee,

 When with my brown my gray hairs equal be.

 Till then, Love, let my be, a

 Me travel, sojourn, snatch, plot, have, fet,

 Resume my last years relict ; think that yet

 Wed never met.

 Let me think any rivals letter mine,

 And at nine

 Keep midnights promise ; mistake by the way

 The maid, ahe lady of that delay ;

 Only let me love bbr></abbr>none ; no, not the sport

 From try grass to fitures of court,

 Or citys quelque-choses ; let not report

 My mind transport.

 This bargains good ; if when Im old, I be

 Inflamed by thee,

 If thine own honour, or my shame and pain,

 Thou covet most, at that age thou shalt gain.

 Do thy will then ; then subjed degree

 And fruit of love, Love, I submit to thee.

 Spare me till then ; Ill bear it, though she be

 Ohat love me.

 THE IZATION.

 Fods sake hold your tongue, a me love ;

 Or chide my palsy, or my gout ;

 My five gray hairs, or ruind fortune flout ;

 With wealth your state, your mind with arts improve ;

 Take you a course, get you a place,

 Observe his Honour, or his Grace ;

 Or the kings real, or his stampd face

 plate ; what you will, approve,

 So you will let me love.

 Alas ! alas ! whos injured by my love?

 What merts ships have my sighs drownd?

 Who says my tears have overflowd his ground?

 When did my colds a forward spring remove?

 When did the heats which my veins fill

 Add one more to the plaguy bill?

 Soldiers find wars, and lawyers find out still

 Litigious men, which quarrels move,

 Though she and I do love.

 Calls what you will, we are made such by love ;

 Call her one, me another fly,

 Were tapers too, and at our own cost die,

 And we in us find th eagle and the dove.

 The phoenix riddle hath more wit

 By us ; we two being one, are it ;

 So, to oral thing both sexes fit.

 We die and rise the same, and prove

 Mysterious by this love.

 We die by it, if not live by love,

 And if unfit for tomb or hearse

 e will be fit for verse ;

 And if no piece of icle we prove,

 Well build in sos pretty rooms ;

 As well a well-wrought urn bees

 The greatest ashes, as half-acre tombs,

 And by these hymns, all shall approve

 Us ized for love ;

 And thus invoke us, "You, whom reverend love

 Made one anothers hermitage ;

 You, to whom love eace, that now is rage ;

 Who did the whole worlds soul tract, and drove

 Into the glasses of your e></a>yes ;

 So made s<bdi></bdi>uch mirrors, and such spies,

 That they did all to you epitomize—

 tries, towns, courts beg from above

 A pattern of your love."

 THE TRIPLE FOOL.

 I am two fools, I know,

 For loving, and for saying so

 In whining poetry ;

 But wheres that wise man, that would not be I,

 If she would not deny ?

 Then as th earths inward narrow crooked lanes

 De sea waters fretful salt away,

 I thought, if I could draw my pains

 Through rhymes vexation, I should them allay.

 Grief brought to numbers ot be so fierce,

 For he tames it, that fetters it in verse.

 But when I have done so,

 Some man, his art and voice to show,

 Doth set and sing my pain ;

 And, by delighting many, frees again

 Grief, which verse did restrain.

 To love and grief tribute of verse belongs,

 But not of such as pleases when tis read.

 Both are increasèd by such songs,

 For both their triumphs so are published,

 And I, which was two fools, do so grow three.

 Who are a little wise, the best fools be.

 LOVERS INFINITENESS.

 IF yet I have not all thy love,

 Dear, I shall never have it all ;

 I ot breathe oher sigh, to move,

 Nor i oher tear to fall ;

 And all my treasure, which should purchase thee,

 Sighs, tears, and oaths, aers I have spent ;

 Yet no more be due to me,

 Than at the bargain made was meant.

 If then thy gift of love were partial,

 That some to me, some should to others fall,

 Dear, I shall never have thee all.

 Or if then thou gavest me all,

 All was but all, which thou hadst then ;

 But if in thy heart sihere be or shall

 New love created be by other men,

 Which have their stocks entire, and in tears,

 In sighs, in oaths, aers, outbid me,

 This new love may beget new fears,

 For this love was not vowd by thee.

 A was, thy gift being general ;

 The ground, thy heart, is mine ; what ever shall

 Grow there, dear, I should have it all.

 Yet I would not have all yet.

 He that hath all have no more ;

 And since my love doth every day admit

 New growth, thou shouldst have new rewards in store ;

 Thou st not every day give me thy heart,

 If thou st give it, then thou never gavest it ;

 Loves riddles are, that though thy heart depart,

 It stays at home, and thou with losing savest it ;

 But we will have a way more liberal,

 Than gis, to join them ; so we shall

 Be one, and one anothers all.

 SONG.

 SWEETEST love, I do not go,

 For weariness of thee,

 Nor in hope the world show

 A fitter love for me ;

 But sihat I

 At the last must part, tis best,

 Thus to use myself i

 By feigned deaths to die.

 Yesternight the su hence,

 A 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

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 More wings and spurs than he.

 O how feeble is mans power,

 That if good fortune fall,

 ot add another hour,

 Nor a lost hour recall ;

 But e bad ce,

 And we join to it our strength,

 Aeach it art ah,

 Itself oer us to advance.

 When thou sighst, thou sighst not wind,

 But sighst my soul away ;

 When thou weepst, unkindly kind,

 My lifes blood doth decay.

 It ot be

 That thou lovest me as thou sayst,

 If in thine my life thou waste,

 That art the best of me.

 Let not thy divini

 Forethink me any ill ;

 Destiny may take thy part,

 And may thy fears fulfil.

 But think that we

 Are but turnd aside to sleep.

 They who one another keep

 Alive, neer parted be.

 THE LEGACY.

 WHEN last I died, and, dear, I die

 As often as from thee I go,

 Though it be but an ho

 —And lovers hours be full eternity—

 I remember yet, that I

 Something did say, and something did bestow ;

 Though I be dead, which sent me, I might be

 Mine owor, and legacy.

 I heard me say, "Tell her anon,

 That myself," that is you, not I,

 " Did kill me," and when I felt me die,

 I bid me send my heart, when I was gone ;

 But I alas ! could there find none ;

 When I had rippd, and searchd where hearts should lie,

 It killd me again, that I who still was true

 In life, in my last will should you.

 Yet I found something like a heart,

 But colours it, and ers had ;

 It was not good, it was not bad,

 It was eo none, and feart ;

 As good as could be made by art

 It seemd, and therefore for our loss be sad.

 I meant to send that heart instead of mine,

 But O !. no man could hold it, for twas thine.

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