Thy every hair for love to work upon

Is much too much, some fitter must be sought;
For nor in nothing, nor in things

Extreme and scattering bright, can love inhere:
Then as an angel face, and wings

Of air, not pure as it, yet pure doth wear,

So thy love may be my love's sphere.

Just such disparity

As is 'twixt Air's and Angel's purity,

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'Twixt women's love and men's will ever be.

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BREAK OF DAY.

I.

STAY, O Sweet! and do not rise,

The light that shines comes from thine eyes;
The day breaks not, it is my heart,

Because that you and I must part.

Stay, or else my joys will die,
And perish in their infancy.

II.

'Tis true, 'tis day; what tho' it be?
O! wilt thou therefore rise from me?
Why should we rise because 'tis light?
Did we lie down because 'twas night?
Love, which, in spite of darkness, brought us hither,
Should, in despite of light, keep us together.

Light hath no tongue, but is all eye:
If it could speak as well as spy,

This were the worst that it could say,
That being well I fain would stay,

And that I lov'd my heart and honour so,

That I would not from her that had them go.

IV.

Must business thee from hence remove?

Oh! that's the worst disease of love;
The poor, the foul, the false, love can
Admit, but not the busied man.

He which hath bus'ness, and makes love, doth do
Such wrong as when a married man doth woo.

THE ANNIVERSARY.

ALL kings, and all their favourites,

All glory of honours, beauties, wits,

The sun itself (which makes times as they pass)
Is elder by a year now than it was

When thou and I first one another saw:

All other things to their destruction draw,
Only our love hath no decay:

This no to-morrow hath, nor yesterday;
Running, it never runs from us away,
But truly keeps his first, last, everlasting day.

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Two graves must hide thine and my corse;
If one might, death were no divorce.

Alas! as well as other princes, we

(Who prince enough in one another be)

Must leave at last in death these eyes and ears,
Oft' fed with true oaths and with sweet salt tears:
But souls where nothing dwells but love,

(All other thoughts being inmates) then shall prove This or a love increased there above,

When bodies to their graves, souls from their graves,

remove.

And then we shall be th'roughly blest,

But now no more than all the rest.

Here upon earth we're kings, and none but we
Can be such kings, nor of such subjects be.
Who is so safe as we? where none can do
Treason to us, except one of us two.
True and false fears let us refrain:
Let us love nobly, and live, and add again
Years, and years unto years, till we attain

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A VALEDICTION

OF MY NAME IN THE WINDOW.

I.

My name, ingrav'd herein,

Doth contribute my firmness to this glass,
Which ever since that charm hath been
As hard as that which grav'd it was:
Thine eye will give it price enough to mock
The diamonds of either rock.

II.

'Tis much that glass should be

As all confessing and th'rough-shine as I:
'Tis more that it shews thee to thee,
And clear reflects thee to thine eye.

But all such rules Love's magic can undo;
Here you see me and I see you.

III.

As no one point nor dash,

Which are but accessaries to this name,
The show'rs and tempests can outwash,
So shall all times find me the same:
You this intireness better may fulfill,
Who have the pattern with you still.

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IV.

Or if too hard and deep

This learning be for a scratch'd name to teach,

It as a given Death's-head keep,

Lovers' mortality to preach,

Or think this ragged bony name to be

My ruinous anatomy.

Then as all my souls be

V.

Emparadis'd in you (in whom alone

I understand, and grow, and see)
The rafters of my body, bone,

Being still with you, the muscle, sinew, and vein,
Which tile this house, will come again.

Till my return, repair

vi.

And recompact my scatter'd body sô,
As all the virtuous powers which are
Fix'd in the stars, are said to flow
Into such characters as graved be,
When those stars had supremacy."

VII.

So since this name was cut

When love and grief their exaltation had,
No door 'gainst this name's influence shut;

As much more loving as more sad

'Twill make thee; and thou shouldst, till I return, Since I die daily, daily mourn.

Donne.]

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