Yet I would not have all yet.

He that hath all can have no more;

And since my love doth every day admit

New growth, thou shouldst have new rewards ir

store;

Thou canst not every day give me thy heart,

If thou canst give it, then thou never gavest it ;
Love's riddles are, that though thy heart depart,
It stays at home, and thou with losing savest it; 30
But we will have a way more liberal,

Than changing hearts, to join them; 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

At the last must part, 'tis best,

Thus to use myself in jest
By feigned deaths to die.

1. 31. 1669, will love

11.6-8. So 1635 ;

1. 32. 1669, join us

1633-Must die at last, 'tis best,
To use myself in jest

Thus by feign'd deaths to die.

1669-Must die at last, 'tis 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
Speedier journeys, since I take
More wings and spurs than he.

O 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 it our strength,

And we teach it art and length,

Itself o'er us to advance.

When thou sigh'st, thou sigh'st not wind,
But sigh'st my soul away;

When thou weep'st, unkindly kind,
My life's blood doth decay.

It cannot be

That thou lovest me as thou say'st,

If in thine my life thou waste,

That art the best of me.

ΤΟ

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1. 15. 1669, Hastier

1. 25. 1635, no wind

1. 32. So 1635; 1633, Thou art; 1669, Which art the life

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 turn'd aside to sleep.
They who one another keep
Alive, ne'er parted be.

THE LEGACY.

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WHEN last I died, and, dear, I die
As often as from thee I go,

Though it be but an hour ago

-And lovers' hours be full eternity

I can remember yet, that I

Something did say, and something did bestow;

Though I be dead, which sent me, I might be
Mine own executor, and legacy.

1. 36. So 1633, 1669; 1635, make

1. 38. 1669, laid aside

1. 1. So 1669; 1633, I died last

1. 7. So 1669; 1633, I should be; 1635, which meant me, I should be

I heard me say, "Tell her anon,

That myself," that is you, not I,

ΙΟ

"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 ripp'd, and search'd where hearts should lie,

It kill'd me again, that I who still was true

In life, in my last will should cozen you.

Yet I found something like a heart,
But colours it, and corners had;

It was not good, it was not bad,

It was entire to none, and few had part;
As good as could be made by art

It seemed, 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.

1. 14. So 1635; 1633, ripp'd me... did lie
1. 22. So 1669; 1633, losses sad

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A FEVER.

O! Do not die, for I shall hate
All women so, when thou art gone,
That thee I shall not celebrate,

When I remember thou wast one.

But yet thou canst 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 world's soul, go'st,
It stay, 'tis but thy carcase then ;
The fairest woman, but thy ghost,
But corrupt worms, the worthiest men.

O wrangling schools, that search what fire
Shall burn this world, had none the wit
Unto this knowledge to aspire,

That this her fever might be it?

And yet she cannot waste by this,
Nor long bear this torturing wrong,

For more corruption needful is,

To fuel such a fever long.

ΙΟ

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1. 8. 1669, in thy breath

1. 18. 1669, endure