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The venom of all stepdames, gamester's gall,

What tyrants and their subjects interwish,

What plants, mine, beasts, fowl, fish,

Can contribute, all ill which all

Prophets or poets spake; and all which shall

Be' annexed in schedules unto this by me 39

Fall on that man; for if it be a she,

Nature before-hand hath out-cursed me. 32


Senn home my long-stray'd eyes to me,

Which, oh! too long have dwelt on thee;

But if they there have learn'd such ill,

Such fore'd fashions

And false passions,

That they be

Made by thee

Fit for no good sight, keep them still.

Send home my harmless heart again,

Which no unworthy thought could stain; 10

But if it be taught by thine

To make jestings

Of protestings,

And break both

Word and oath,

Keep it still, 'tis none of mine.


Yet send me back my heart and eyes,

That I may know and see thy lies,

And may laugh and joy when thou

Art in anguish, 10

And dost languish

For some one

That will none,

Or prove as false as thou dost now. 24



'Tis the year's midnight, and it is the day's,
Lucie's, who scarce seven hours herself unmasks.
The sun is spent, and now his flasks
Send forth light squibs, no constant rays;
The world's whole sap is sunk:
The general baltn th' hydroptic earth hath drunk,
"Whither, as to the bed's.feet, life is shrunk,
Dead and interr'd; yet all these seem to laugh,
Compar'd with me, who am their epitaph.

Study me then, you who shall lovers be
At the next world, that is, at the next spring;
For I am a very dead thing, . .'

In whom Love wrought new alchymy:

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For his art did express

A quintessence even from nothingness,

From dull privations and lean emptiness:

He ruin'd me, and I am re.begot

Of absence, darkness, death; things which are not.

All others from all things draw all that's good,

Life, soul, form, spirit, whence they being have; 20

I, by Love's limbeck, am the grave

Of all, that's nothing. Oft'a flood

Have we two wept, and so

Drown'd the whole world, us two: oft' did we grow

To be two chaoses, when he did show

Care to ought else; and often absences

Withdrew our souls, and made us carcasses.

But I am by her death (which word wrongs her)

Of the first nothing the elixir grown:

Were I a man, that I were one lo

I needs must know, I should prefer,

If I were any beast,

Some ends, some means; yea plants, yea stones, datest,

And love, all, all some properties invest.

If I an ordinary nothing were,

As shadow, a light and body must be here.

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But I am none; nor will my sun renew,
You lovers, for whose sake the lesser sun


At this time to the Goat is run

To fetch new lust, and give it you, 40

Enjoy your summer all,

Since she enjoys her long night's festival:

Let me prepare towards her, and let me call

This hour her Vigil and her Eve, since this

Both the year's and the day's deep midnight is. 4;


I rrx mine eye on thine, and there
Pity my Picture burning in thine eye,
My Picture drown'd in a transparent tear,
"When I look lower, I espy.
Hadst thou the wicked skill,
By Pictures made and marr'd to kill,
How many ways might'st Ihou perform thy will?

But now I've drunk thy sweet salt tears,

And tho' thou pour more I'll depart:

My Picture vanished, vanish all fears 10

That I can be endamag'd by that ait.

Tho' thou retain of me

One Picture more, yet that will be,

Being in thine own heart, from all malice free. 14

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