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fOEMS, SONGS, SONNETS. ZJ
Or if too hard and deep:
This learning be for a scratched name to teach, 20
Till my return, repair
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 * 40
'Twill make thee; and thou shouldst, till I return,
Since I die daily, daily mourn.
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\yhen thy inconsiderate hand
Flings ope this casement, with my trembling name,
To look on one whose wit or land
New battery to thy heart may frame,
Then think this name alive, and that thou thus
In it oft'end'st my genius.
And when thy melted maid,
Corrupted by thy lover's gold or page, la
His letter at thy pillow' hath laid,
Dispute thou it, and tame thy rage.
If thou to him beginn'st to thaw for this,
May my name step in and hide his.
And if this treason go
To an overt act, and that thou write again, • j
In superscribing my name flow
Into thy fancy from the pen,
So in forgetting thou rememb'rest right,
And unaware to me shalt write. 60
But glass and lines must be
No means our firm substantial love to keep;
Near death inflicts this lethargy,
And thus I murmur in my sleep:
Impute this idle talk to that i go,
For dying men talk often so, 66
Blasten with sighs, and surrounded with tears,
Hither I come to seek the spring,
And at mine eyes, and at mine ears,
Receive such balm as else cures every thing:
But, 01 self.traitor, I do bring
The spider Love, which transubstantiates all,
And can convert manna to gall;
And that this place may thoroughly be thought
True Paradise, I have the serpent brought.
'Twere wholesomer for me that winter did
Benight the glory of this place,
And that a grave frost did forbid
These trees to laugh and mock me to my face:
But since I cannot this disgrace
Endure, nor leave this garden, Love, let me
Some senseless piece of this place be:
Make me a mandrake, so I may grow here,
Or a stone fountain weeping out my year.
Hither with crystal vials, Lovers I come,
Nor can you more judge woman's thoughts by tears,
Than by her shadow what she wears.
O perverse sex! where none is true but she,
Who's therefore true, because her truth kills me. 37
VALEDICTION TO HIS BOOK.
I'll tell thee now (dear Love) what thou Shalt do
Study our manuscripts, those myriads 10
Of letters which have past 'twixt thee and me;
Thence write our annals, and in them will be,
To all whom love's subliming fire invades,
Rule and example found:
There the faith of any ground
No schismatic will dare to wound,
That sees how Love this grace to us affords,
To make, to keep, to use, to be, these his records.
POEMS, SONGS, SONNETS. 31
This Book, as long liv'd as the elements,
In cypher writ, or new-made idiom;
Vandals and Goths invade us,
Their souls exhal'd with what they do not see,
Here, more than in their books, may lawyers find.
Both by what titles mistresses are ours,
And how Prerogative these states devours,
Transferr'd from Love himself to womandkind; 40
Who, tho' from heart and eyes
They exact great subsidies,
Forsake him who on them relies,
And for the cause honour or conscience give;
Chimeras vain as they or their prerogative. . . .