THE PROHIBITION. TAKE heed of loving me, At least remember, I forbade it thee; Take heed of hating me, Or too much triumph in the victory; Yet love and hate me too, So these extremes shall ne'er their office do ; Love me, that I may die the gentler way; Hate me, because thy love is too great for me; Or let these two themselves, not me, decay; So shall I live thy stay, not triumph be: 1 shall repay in unthrifty a waste, 1669. 2 By being to thee then what to me thou wast. 3 stage. Lest thou thy love and hate and me undo, THE EXPIRATION. So, so,2 break off this last lamenting kiss, Which sucks two souls and vapours both away: Turn, thou ghost, that way, and let me turn this, And let ourselves benight our happiest day; We ask none leave to love, nor will we owe Any so cheap a death, as saying, Go. Go; and if that word have not quite killed thee, Ease me with death, by bidding me go too; Oh if it have, let my word work on me, And a just office on a murderer do, Except it be too late to kill me so, Being double-dead, going, and bidding go. THE COMPUTATION. FOR the first twenty years since yesterday, For forty more, I fed on favours past, And forty, on hopes that thou would'st they might last; 1 Then lest thou thy love hate, and me thou undo, Oh let me live, yet love and hate me too, 1635, '39, '49, '54. Oh let me live, yet love and hate me too, 1669. Tears drowned one hundred, and sighs blew out two; A thousand, I did neither think nor do, Or not divide,1 all being one thought of you, 2 Or in a thousand more forgot that too. Yet call not this long life; but think that I THE PARADOX.3 No lover saith, I love, nor any other He thinks that else none can or will agree I cannot say I loved, for who can say Love, with excess of heat, more young than old, We die but once, and who loved last did die ; For, though he seem to move and stir awhile, Such life is like the light which bideth yet, Or like the heat which fire in solid matter 1 deemed, 1635, '39, '49, '54. 2 forget, 1669. Once I love and died, and am now become Mine epitaph and tomb. Here dead men speak their last, and so do I; Love-slain, lo, here I die. SONG. 1635. SOUL's joy, now I am gone, And you alone, (Which cannot be, Since I must leave myself with thee, And carry thee with me,) Yet when unto our eyes Each other's sight, And makes to us a constant night, Of mutual love, This wonder to the vulgar prove, Let not thy wit beweep Words, but sense deep; For when we miss By distance our hopes-joining bliss, Even then our souls shall kiss: Why should our clay Over our spirits so much sway, Oh give no way to grief, But let belief Of mutual love, This wonder to the vulgar prove, FAREWELL TO LOVE. 1635. WHILST, yet to prove, I thought there was some deity in love, Worship, as atheists, at their dying hour, Thus when Things not yet known are coveted by men, But from late fair His Highness, sitting in a golden chair, |