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<strong>A FEVER.</strong>O ! DO not die, for I shall hate
All women so, when thone,
That thee I shall not celebrate,
When I remember thou wast one.
But yet thou st not die, I know ;
To leave this world behind, is death ;
But when thou from this world wilt go,
The whole world vapours with thy breath.
Or if, when thou, the worlds soul, gost,
It stay, tis but thy carcase then ;
The fairest woman, but thy ghost,
But corrupt worms, the worthiest men.
ling schools, that search what fire
Shall burn this world, had he wit
Unto this knowledge to aspire,
That this her feaver might be it?
A she ot waste by this,
Nor lohis t wrong,
For more corruption needful is,
To fuel such a fever long.
These burning fits but meteors be,
Whose matter in thee is soo ;
Thy beauty, and all parts, which are thee,
Are ungeable firmament.
Yet twas of my mind, seizing thee,
Though it in thee ot perséver ;
For I had rather owner be
Of thee one hour, than all else ever.
<strong>AIR AND ANGELS.</strong>
TWICE or thrice had I loved thee,
Before I khy face or name ;
So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame
Angels affect us oft, and worshippd be.
Still when, to where thou wert, I came,
Some lovely glorious nothing did I see.
But since my soul, whose child love is,
Takes limbs of flesh, and else could nothing do,
More subtle 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 lip, eye, and brow.
Whilst thus to ballast love I thought,
And so more steadily to have gone,
With wares which would sink admiration,
I saw I had loves pinnace overfraught ;
Thy every hair for love to work upon
Is muuch ; some fitter must be sought ;
For, nor in nothing, nor in things
Extreme, and scattering bright, love inhere ;
Then as an.. angel fad wings
Of air, not pure as it, yet pure doth wear,
So thy love may be my loves sphere ;
Just such disparity
As is twixt airs and angels purity,
Twixt womens love, and mens, will ever be.
<strong>BREAK OF DAY.</strong>
STAY, O sweet, and do not rise ;
The light that shines es 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.
[ANOTHER OF THE SAME.]
TIS true, tis day ; what though it be?
O, wilt thou therefore rise from me?
Why should we rise because tis light?
Did we lie down because twas night?
Love, whi spite of darkness brought us hither,
Should ie 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 loved my heart and honour so
That I would not from him, that had them, go.
Must busihee from hence remove?
O ! thats the worst disease of love,
The poor, the foul, the false, love
Admit, but not the busied man.
He wh<bdo></bdo>ich hath business, and makes love, doth do
Such wrong, as when a married man doth woo.
<strong>THE ANNIVERSARY.</strong>
ALL kings, and all their favourites,
All glory of honours, beauties, wits,
The sun it self, which makes ti<bdo></bdo>me, 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 destru draw,
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.
Two graves must hide thine and my corse ;
If one might, death were no divorce.
Alas ! as well as other princes, we
—Who prinough in one another be—
Must leave at last ih 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 ihen shall prove
This or a love increasèd there above,
When bodies to their graves, souls from their graves remove.
And then we shall be throughly blest ;
But now no more than all the rest.
Here upoh were kings, and we
be such kings, nor of such subjects be.
Who is so safe as we? where none 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 sed of n.
<strong>A VALEDI OF MY NAME, IN THE WINDOW.</strong>
I.
MY name engraved herein
Doth tribute my firmo this glass,
Which ever sihat charm hath been
As hard, as that which graved it was ;
Thine eye will give it priough, to mock
The diamonds of either rock.
II.
Tis much that glass should be
As all-fessing, and through-shine as I ;
Tis more that it shows thee to thee,
And clear reflects thee to thine eye.
But all such rules loves magi undo ;
Here you see me, and I am you.
III.
As no one point, nor dash,
Which are but accessories to this name,
The showers and tempests outwash
So shall all times fihe same ;
You this entireness better may fulfill,
Who have the pattern with you still.
IV.
Or if too hard and deep
This learning be, for a scratame to teach,
It as a givehs head keep,
Lovers mortality to preach ;
Or think this ragged bony o be
My ruinous anatomy.
V.
Then, as all my souls be
Emparadised in you—in whom alone
I uand, and grow, and see—
The rafters of my body, bone,
Being still with you, the muscle, sinew, and vein
Which tile this house, will e again.
VI.
Till my return repair
And repact my scatterd body so,
As all the virtuous powers which are
Fixd iars are said to flow
Into such characters as gravèd be
When these stars have supremacy.
VII.
So sihis name was cut,
When love and grief their exaltation had,
No dainst this names influence shut.
As much more loving, as more sad,
Twill make thee ; and thou shouldst, till I return,
Since I die daily, daily mourn.
VIII.
When thy insiderate hand
Flings open this casement, with my trembling name,
To look on one, whose wit or land
New battery to thy heart may frame,
Then think this name alive, and that thou thus
In it offendst my Genius.
IX.
And when thy melted maid,
Corrupted by thy lold and page,
His letter at thy pillow hath laid,
Disputed it, and tamed thy rage,
And thou beginst to thaw towards him, for this,
May my ep in, and hide his.
X.
And if this treason go
To a ad that thou write again,
In superscribing, this name flow
Into thy fancy from the pane ;
So, in fetting thou remembrest right,
And unaware to me shalt write.
XI.
But glass and lines must be
No means our firm substantial love to keep ;
Near death inflicts this lethargy,
And this I murmur in my sleep ;
Ihis idle talk, to that I go,
For dyialk often so.
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