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Are sun, moon, or stars, by law forbidden

To smile where they list, or lend away their light?

Are birds divorc'd, or are they chidden itf

If they leave their mate, or lie abroad all night?

Beasts do no jointures lose

Tho' they new lovers choose;

But we are made worse than those.

Whoe'er rigg'd fair ships to lie in harbours,

And not to seek lands, or not to deal with all?

Or build fair houses, set trees and arbours,

Only to lock up, or else to let them fall?

Good is not good unless

A thousand it possess,

But doth waste with greediness. 21


Deab Love! for nothing less than thee
Would I have broke this happy Dream:
It was a theme

For reason, much too strong for phantasy,
Therefore thou wak'dst me wisely; yet
My Dream thou brok'st not, Imt continuedst it.
Thou art so true, that thoughts of tliee suffice
To make Dreams truths, and fables histories.
Enter these arms; for since thou thought'st it best
Not to dream all my Dream, let's act the rest. 10

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As lightning or a taper's light,
Thine eyes, and not thy noise, wak'd me;
-Yet I thought thee

(For thou lov'st truth) an angel at first sight;
But when I saw thou saw'st my heart,
And knew'st my thoughts beyond an angel's art,
When thou knew'st what I dreamt, then thou knew'st
Excess of joy would wake me, and cam'st then, f when
I must confess it could not chuse but be
Profane to think thee any thing but thee. 29

Coming and staying shew'd thee thee,

But rising makes me doubt that now

Thou art not thou.

That Love is weak where Fear's as strong as ha;

'Tis not all spirit, pure and brave,

If mixture it of fear, shame, honour, have.

Perchance as torches, which muit ready be,

Men light and put out, so thou deal'st with me;

Thou cam'st to kindle, goest to come: then I

Will dream that hope again, but else would die. jo


Let me pour forth

My tears before thy face whilst I stay here,

For thy face coins them, and thy stamp' they bear;

And by this mintage they are something worth,


For thus they be • -..

Pregnant of thee:

Fruits of much grief they are emblems of more,

When a tear falls, that thou fall'st, which it bore;

So thou and I are nothing then when on a diverse shore.

On a round ball J#

A workman, that hath copies by, can lay

An Europe, Afrique, and an Asia,

And quickly make that which was nothing all:

So doth each tear

Which thou doth wear

A globe, yea, world, by that impression grow.

Till thy tears mixt with mine do overflow

This world, by waters sen? from thee, my heav'n dis

[solved so. O more than moon.

Draw not up seas (b drown me in thy sphere; 20

Weep me not dead in thine.arms, but forbear
To teach the sea what it may do too soon:
Let not the wind
Example find

To do me more harm than it purposeth:
Since thou and I sigh one another-s breath,
Whoe'er sighs most is cruellest, and hastes the other's

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Oome that have deeper digg'd Love's mine than I,

Say where his centric happiness doth lie:

I've lov'd, and got, and told,

Bui should I love, get, tell, till I were old,

I should not find that hidden mystery:

Oh! 'tis imposture all:

And as no chymic yet th' elixir got,

But glorifies his pregnant pot,

If by the way to bim befall

Some odoriferous thing, or medicinal, 10

So lovers dream a rich and long delight,

But get a winter-seeming summer's night.

Our ease, our thrift, our honour, and our day,

Shall we for this vain bubble's shadow pay?

Ends love in this, that my man

Can be as happy as I can? If he can

Endure the short scorn of a bridegroom's play,

That loving wretch that swears

*Tis not the bodies marry, but the minds,

Which he in her angelic finds, 20

Would swear as justly that he hears,

In that day's rude hoarse minstrelsy the spheres.

Hope not for mind in women; at their best

Sweetness and wit they're but mummy possest. 34


"^W Hoever guesses, thinks, or dreams, he knows
.Who is my mistress, wither by this Curse;
Him only for his purse
May some dull whore to lore dispose,
And then yield unto all that are his foes;
May he be scorn'd by one whom all else scorn,
Forswear to others what to her 'hath sworn,
With fear of missing, shanie of getting, torn.

Madness his sorrow, gout his cramp, may he
Make, by but thinking who hath made them such;
And may he feel no touch n

Of conscience, but of fame, and be ... .' ,..

Anguish'd, not that't was sin, but that't was she:
Or may he for her virtue reverence
One that hates him only for impotence,
And equal traitors be she aid his sense.

May he dream treason, and believe that he
Meant to perform it, and confess and die,
A nd no record tell why: ;.
His sons, which none of his may be, 30

Inherit nothing but his infamy: ...

Or may he so long parasites have fed,
That he would fain be theirs whom he hath bred,
And at the last be circumcis'd for bread.

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