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<strong>TWIHAM GARDEN.</strong>BLASTED with sighs, and surrounded with tears,
Hither I e to seek the spring,
And at mine eyes, and at mine ears,
Receive such balms as else cure every thing.
But O ! self-traitor, I d
The spider Love, which transubstantiates all,
And vert manna to gall ;
And that this place may thhly be thought
True paradise, I have the serpent brought.
Twere wholesomer for me that winter did
Benight the glory of this place,
And that a grave frost did forbid
These trees to laugh and mock me to my face ;
But that I may not this disgrace
Endure, nor yet leave loving, Love, let me
Some senseless piece of this place be ;
Make me a mandrake, so I may grow here,
Or a stone fountain weeping out my year.
Hither with crystal phials, lovers, e,
And take my tears, which are loves wine,
And try your mistress tears at home,
For all are false, that taste not just like mine.
Alas ! hearts do not in eyes shine,
Nor you more judge womens thoughts by tears,
Than by her shadow what she wears.
O perverse sex, where none is true but she,
Whos therefore true, because her truth kills me.
<strong>VALEDI TO HIS BOOK.</strong>
ILL tell thee now (dear love) what thou shalt do
To anger destiny, as she doth us ;
How I shall stay, though she eloighus,
And how posterity shall know it too ;
How thine may out-endure
Sibyls glory, and obscure
Her who from Pindar could allure,
Ahrough whose help Lu is not lame,
And her, whose book (they say) Homer did find, and name.
Study our manuscripts, those myriads
Of letters, which have past twixt thee and me ;
Thence write our annals, and in them will be
To all whom loves subliming fire invades,
Rule and example found ;
There the faith of any ground
No schismatic will dare to wound,
That sees, how Love this grace to us affords,
To make, to keep, to use, to be these his records.
This book, as long-lived as the elements,
Or as the worlds form, this all-gravèd tome
In cyphe<cite>?99ｌｉb?</cite>r writ, or new made idiom ;
We for Loves clergy only are instruments ;
When this book is<big>.９９lib.</big> made thus,
Should again the ravenous
Vandals and Goths invade us,
Learning were safe ; in this our universe,
Sight learn sces, spheres musigels verse.
Here Loves divines—since all divinity
Is love or wonder—may find all they seek,
Whether abstract spiritual love they like,
Their souls exhaled with what they do not see ;
Or, loth so to amuse
Faiths infirmity, they choose
Something whic<s></s>h they may see and use ;
For, though mihe heaven, where love doth sit,
Beauty a veype may be to figure it.
Here more than in their books may lawyers find,
Both by what titles mistresses are ours,
And hative these states devours,
Transferrd 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 sce give ;
Chimeras vain as they or their prerogative.
Here statesmen—or of them, they which read—
May of their occupation find the grounds ;
Love, and their art, alike it deadly wounds,
If to sider what tis, one proceed.
In both they do excel
Who the present govern well,
Whose weakness h, or dares tell ;
In this thy book, such will there something see,
As in the Bible some find out alchemy.
Thus vent thy thoughts ; abroad Ill study thee,
As he removes far off, that great heights takes ;
How great love is, presence best trial makes,
But abseries how long this love will be ;
To take a latitude
Sun, or stars, are fitliest viewd
At their brightest, but to clude
Of longitudes, what other way have we,
But to mark when and where the dark eclipses be?
<strong>UNITY.</strong>
GOOD we must love, and must hate ill,
For ill is ill, and good good still ;
But there are things indifferent,
Which wee may her hate, nor love,
But one, and then another prove,
As we shall find our fancy bent.
If then at first wise Nature had
Made womeher good or bad,
Then some wee might hate, and some choose ;
But since she did them so create,
That we may her love, nor hate,
Only this rests, all all may use.
If they were good it would be seen ;
Good is as visible as green,
And to all eyes itself betrays.
If they were bad, they could not last ;
Bad doth itself, and others waste ;
So they deserve nor blame, nor praise.
But they are ours as fruits are ours ;
He that but tastes, he that devours,
Ahat leaves all, doth as well ;
ged loves are but ged sorts of meat ;
And wheh the ker,
Who doth not fling away the shell?
<strong>LOVES GROWTH.</strong>
I SCARCE believe my love to be so pure
As I had thought it was,
Because it doth endure
Vicissitude, and season, as the grass ;
Methinks I lied all winter, when I swore
My love was infinite, if spring make it more.
But if this medie, love, which cures all sorrow
With more, not only be no quintessence,
But mixd of all stuffs, vexing soul, or sense,
And of the sun his active vigour borrow,
Love抯 not so pure, and abstract as they use
To say, which have no mistress but their Muse ;
But as all else, being elemeoo,
Love sometimes would plate, sometimes do.
A no greater, but more emi,
Love by the spring is grown ;
As in the firmament
Stars by the su enlarged, but shown,
Gentle love deeds, as blossoms on a bough,
From loves awakened root do bud out now.
If, as in water stirrd more circles be
Produced by one, love such additions take,
Those l..ike so many spheres but one heaven make,
For they are all trito thee ;
And though each spring do add to love new heat,
As princes do in times of a get
axes, a them not in peace,
No winter shall abate this spring抯 increase.
<strong>LOVES EXGE.</strong>
LOVE, any devil else but you
Would fiven soul give something too.
At court your fellows every day
Give th art of rhyming, huntsmanship, or play,
For them which were their own before ;
Only I have nothing, which gave more,
But am, alas ! by being lowly, lower.
I ask no dispensation now,
To falsify a tear, h, or vow ;
I do not sue from thee to draw
A non obstante on natures law ;
These are prerogatives, they inhere
In thee and thine ; none should forswear
Except that he Loves minion were.
Give me thy weakness, make me blind,
Both ways, as thou and thine, in eyes and mind ;
Love, let me never know that this
Is love, or, that love childish is ;
Let me not know that others know
That she knows my paines, lest that so
A tender shame make me mine own new woe.
If thou give nothing, yet thou rt just,
Because I would not thy first motions trust ;
Small towns which stand stiff, till great shot
Enforce them, by wars law dition not ;
Su Loves warfare is my case ;
I may not article frace,
Having put Love at last to show this face.
This face, by which he could and
And ge th idolatry of any land,
This face, which, wheresoeer it es,
call vowd men from cloisters, dead from tombs,
A both poles at once, and store
Deserts with cities, and make more
Mines in the earth, than quarries were before.
For this Love is enraged with me,
Yet kills not ; if I must example be
To future rebels, if th unborn
Must learn by my being cut up and torn,
Kill, and dissect me, Love ; for this
Tainst thine own end is ;
Rackd carcasses make ill anatomies.
<strong>FINED LOVE.</strong>
Some man unworthy to be possessor
Of old or new love, himself being false or weak,
Thought his pain and shame would be lesser,
If on womankind he might his anger wreak ;
And thence a law did grow,
One might but one man know ;
But are other creatures so?
Are sun, moon, or stars by law forbidden
To smile where they list, or lend away their light?
Are birds divorced or are they chidden
If they leave their mate, or lie abroad a night?
Beasts do no jointures lose
Though they new lovers choose ;
But we are made worse than those.
Whgd fair ships to lie in harbours,
And not to seek lands, or not to deal with all?
Or built fair houses, set trees, and arbours,
Only to lock up, or else to let them fall?
Good is not good, unless
A thousand it possess,
But doth waste with greediness.
<strong>THE DREAM.</strong>
DEAR love, for nothihan thee
Would I have broke this happy dream ;
It was a theme
For reason, much to for fantasy.
Therefore thou wakedst me wisely ; yet
My dream thou brokest not, but ti it.
Thou art so true that thoughts of thee suffice
To make dreams truths, and fables histories ;
Ehese arms, for sihou thoughtst it best,
Not to dream all my dream, lets act the rest.
As lightning, or a tapers light,
Thine eyes, and not thy noise waked me ;
Yet I thought thee
—For thou lovest truth—an angel, at first sight ;
But when I saw thou sawst my heart,
And k <bdo></bdo>my thoughts beyond an angels art,
When thou k what I dreamt, when thou k when
Excess of joy would wake me, and camest then,
I must fess, it could not choose but be
Profao think thee any thing but thee.
ing and staying showd thee, thee,
But rising makes me doubt, that now
Thou art not thou.
That love is weak where fears as strong as he ;
Tis not all spirit, pure and brave,
If mixture it of fear, shame, honour have ;
Perce as torches, which must ready be,
Men light and put out, so thou dealst with me ;
Thou camest to kindle, gost to e ; then I
Will dream that hope again, but else would die.
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