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LOVES DIET.

 TO what a cumbersome unwieldiness

 And burdenous corpulence my love had grown,

 But that I did, to make it less,

 And keep it in proportion,

 Give it a diet, made it feed upon

 That which love worst endures, discretion

 Above one sigh a day I allowd him not,

 Of which my fortune, and my faults had part ;

 And if sometimes by stealth he got

 A she sigh from my mistress heart,

 And thought to feast upon that, I let him see

 Twas her very sound, nor meant to me.

 If he wrung from me a tear, I bri so

 With s and shame, that him it nourishd not ;

 If he suckd hers, I let him know

 Twas not a tear which he had got ;

 His drink was terfeit, as was his meat ;

 For eyes, which roll towards all, weep not, but sweat.

 Whatever he would dictate I writ that,

 But burnt 藏书网her letters when she writ to me ;

 And if that favour made him fat,

 I said, "If any title be

 veyd by this, ah ! what doth it avail,

 To be the fortieth name in aail?"

 Thus I reclaimd my buzzard love, to fly

 At what, and when, and how, and where I choose.

 Now negligent of sports I lie,

 And now, as other falers use,

 I spring a mistress, swear, write, sigh, and weep ;

 And the game killd, or lost, go talk or sleep.

 THE WILL. 

 BEFORE I sigh my last gasp, let me breathe,

 Great Love, some legacies ; I here bequeath

 Mine eyes tus, if mine eyes see ;

 If they be blind, then, Love, I give them thee ;

 My too Fame ; to ambassadors mine ears ;

 To women, or the sea, my tears ;

 Thou, Love, hast taught me heretofore

 By making me serve her who had twenty more,

 That I should give to none, but such as had too much before.

 My stancy I to the plas give ;

 My truth to them who at the court do live ;

 My iy and openness,

 To Jesuits ; <s>?９９ｌｉｂ?</s>to buffoons my pensiveness ;

 My sileo any, who abroad hath been ;

 My moo a Capu :

 Thou, Love, taughtst me, by appointing me

 To love there, where no love received be,

 Only to give to such as have an incapacity.

 My faith I give to Roman Catholics ;

 All my good works unto the Schismatics

 Of Amsterdam ; my best civility

 And courtship to an Uy ;

 My modesty I give to soldiers bare ;

 My patie gamesters share :

 Thou, Love, taughtst me, by making me

 Love her that holds my love disparity,

 Only to give to those that t my gifts indignity.

 I give my reputation to those

 Which were my friends ; mine industry to foes ;

 To sen I bequeath my doubtfulness ;

 My siess to physis, or excess ;

 To nature all that I in rhyme have writ ;

 And to my pany my wit :

 Thou, Love, by making me adore

 Her, who begot this love in me before,

 Taughtst me to make, as though I gave, when I do but restore.

 To him for whom the passing-bell olls,

 I give my physic books ; my written rolls

 Of moral sels I to Bedlam give ;

 My brazen medals unto them which live

 In want of bread ; to them which pass among

 All fners, mine English tongue :

 Though, Love, by making me love one

 Who thinks her friendship a fit portion

 For younger lovers, dost my gifts thus disproportion.

 Therefore Ill give no more, but Ill undo

 Thbbr>..</abbr>e world by dying, because love dies too.

 Then all your beauties will be no more worth

 Than gold in mines, where h draw it forth ;

 And all yrao more use shall have,

 Than a sun-dial in a grave :

 Thou, Love, taughtst me by making me

 Love her who doth both me and thee,

 To i, and practise this one way, to annihilate all three.

 THE FUNERAL.

 WHOEVER es to shroud me, do not harm,

 Nor question much,

 That subtle wreath of hair, which s my arm ;

 The mystery, the sign, you must not touch ;

 For tis my outward soul,

 Viceroy to that, which then to heaven being gone,

 Will leave this to trol

 Ahese limbs, her provinces, from dissolution.

 For if the sihread my brais fall

 Through every part

 tie those parts, and make me one of all,

 Those hairs which upward grew, and strength and art

 Have from a better brain,

 better do t ; except she meant that I

 By this should know my pain,

 As prisohen are manacled, when theyre nd to die.

 Whateer she meant by it, bury it with me,

 For since I am

 Loves martyr, it might breed idolatry,

 If into other hands these relics came.

 As twas humility

 To afford to it all that a soul do,

 So tis some bravery,

 That since you would have non<samp>藏书网</samp>e of me, I bury some of you.

 THE BLOSSOM.

 LITTLE thinkst thou, poor flower,

 Whom Ive watchd six or seven days,

 Ahy birth, and seen what every hour

 Gave to thy growth, thee to this height to raise,

 And now dost laugh and triumph on this bough,

 Little thinkst thou,

 That it will freeze anon, and that I shall

 To-morrow find thee fallen, or not at all.

 Little thinkst thou, poor heart,

 That labourest yet to le thee,

 And thinkst by h here to get a part

 In a forbidden or forbidding tree,

 And hopest her stiffness by long siege to bow,

 Little thinkst thou

 That thou to-morrow, ere the sun doth wake,

 Must with the sun and me a jourake.

 But thou, which lovest to be

 Subtle to plague thyself, wilt say,

 Alas ! if you must go, whats that to me?

 Here lies my business, and here I will stay

 You go to friends, whose love and means present

 Various tent

 To your eyes, ears, and taste, and every part ;

 If then your body go, what need your heart?

 Well then, stay here ; but know,

 When thou hast stayd and dohy most,

 A hinki, that makes no show,

 Is to a woman but a kind of ghost.

 How shall she know my heart ; or having none,

 Know thee for one?

 Practice may make her know some other part ;

 But take my word, she doth not know a heart.

 Meet me in London, then,

 Twenty days hence, and thou shalt see

 Me fresher and more fat, by being with men,

 Than if I had stayd still with her and thee.

 Fods sake, if you , be you so too ;

 I will give you

 There to another friend, whom we shall find

 As glad to have my body as my mind.

 THE PRIMROSE, BEING AT MONTGOMERY CASTLE

 UPON THE HILL, ON WHICH IT IS SITUATE.

 UPON this Primrose hill,

 Where, if heaven would distil

 A shower of rain, each several drop might go

 To his own primrose,<s>..</s> and grow manna so ;

 And where their form, and their infinity

 Make a terrestrial galaxy,

 As the small stars do in the sky ;

 I walk to find a true love ; and I see

 That tis not a mere woman, that is she,

 But must or more or less than woman be.

 Yet know I not, which flower

 I wish ; a six, or four ;

 For should my true-love less than woman be,

 She were scarything ; and then, should she

 Be more than woman, she would get above

 All thought of sex, and think to move

 My heart to study her, and not to love.

 Both these were monsters ; sihere must reside

 Falsehood in woman, I could more abide,

 She were by art, than nature falsified.

 Live, primrose, then, and thrive

 With thy true number five ;

 And, woman, whom this flower doth represent,

 With this mysterious number be tent ;

 Ten is the farthest number ; if half ten

 Belongs to eaan, then

 Eaan may take half us men ;

 Or—if this will not serve their turn—since all

 Numbers are odd, or even, and they fall

 First into five, women may take us all.

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