LOVER'S INFINITENESS. IF yet I have not all thy love, Dear! I shall never have it all: I cannot breathe one other sigh to move, And all my treasure, which should purchase thee, Than at the bargain made was meant. If then thy gift of love was partial, That some for me, some should to others fall, 10 Or, if then thou giv'st me all, All was but all, which thou hadst then: But if in thy heart since there be, or shall, New love created be by other men, Which have their stocks intire, and can in tears, This new love may beget new fears, For this love was not vow'd by thee; And yet it was thy gift, being general. The ground, thy heart, is mine; whatever shall Yet I would not have all yet; He that hath all can have no more: 20 And since my love doth every day admit New growth, thou shouldst have new rewards in store. If thou canst give it, then thou never gav'st it. Than changing hearts to join us; so we shall It stays at home, and thou with losing sav'st it: 30 33 SONG. SWEETEST Love! I do dot go Nor in hope the world can show But since that I Must die at last, 't is best Thus to use myself in jest Yesternight the sun went hence, And yet is here to-day; Nor half so short a way: Then fear not me, But believe that I shall make O how feeble is man's power, That if good fortune fall, Cannot add another hour, But come bad chance, And we join to 't our strength, And we teach it art and length, When thou sigh'st, thou sigh'st no wind, When thou weep'st, unkindly kind, It cannot be That thou lov'st me as thou say'st; Let not thy divining heart Are but laid aside to sleep: 30 40 20 THE LEGACY. WHEN last I dy'd (and, Dear! I die As often as from thee I go, Tho' it be but an hour ago, I can remember yet that I Something did say, and something did bestow; I heard me say, tell her anon Did kill me, and when I felt me die, I bid me send my heart when I was gone,.. But I, alas! could find there none. 10 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, It was intire to none, and few had part: It seem'd, and therefore for our loss be sad. I meant to send that heart instead of mine; 20 24 A FEVER. OH! do not die, for I shall hate But yet thou canst not die, I know: Or if when thou, the world's soul, goest, But corrupt worms the worthiest men. O wrangling Schools! that search what fire Unto this knowledge to aspire, That this her Fever might be it ? And yet she cannot waste by this, These burning fits but meteors be, 10 20 |