We owe them thanks, because they thus Yielded their sense's force to us, Nor are dross to us, but allay. On man heaven's influence works not so: But that it first imprints the air; For soul into the soul may flow, As our blood labours to beget That subtle knot which makes us man; So must pure lovers' souls descend Which sense may reach and apprehend, T'our bodies turn we then, and so 60 ༡༠ LOVE'S DEITY. I LONG to talk with some old lover's ghost, I must love her that loves not me. Sure they which made him god meant not so much, But when an even flame two hearts did touch, Actives to passives; correspondency Only his subject was: it cannot be But every modern god will now extend Rebel and Atheist too, why murmur I, 10 20 Love may make me leave loving, or might try LOVE'S DIET, To what a cumbersome unwieldiness And burdenous corpulence my love had grown! And keep it in proportion, Give it a Diet, made it feed upon That which love worst endures, discretion. Above one sigh a day I allow'd him not, A she sigh from my mistress' heart, And thought to feast on that, I let him see 'Twas neither very sound nor meant to me. If he wrung from me a tear, I brin'd it so 'Twas not a tear which he had got. His drink was counterfeit, as was his meat; 28 10 Her eyes, which rowl t'wards all, weep not, but sweat. Whatever he would dictate, I writ that, But burnt my letters which she writ to me : I said, If any title be Convey'd by this, ah! what doth it avail Thus I reclaim'd my buzzard love, to fly At what, and when, and how, and where, I chose; Now negligent of sport I lie, And now, as other fawk'ners use, I spring a mistress, swear, write, sigh, and weep, THE WILL. BEFORE I sigh my last gasp, let me breathe, Thou, Love! hast taught me heretofore, 20 30 By making me love her who 'had twenty more, My constancy I to the planets give; My truth to them who at the court do live; [before. ΤΟ Mine ingenuity and openness To Jesuits; to buffoons my pensiveness; My silence t' any who abroad have been; Thou, Love! taught'st me, by' appointing me My faith I give to Roman Catholics; Thou, Love! taught'st me, by making me 20 Only to give to those that count my gifts indignity, I give my reputation to those Which were my friends; mine industry to foes: To schoolmen I bequeath my doubtfulness; My sickness to physicians or excess; To Nature all that I in rhyme have writ; And to my company my wit. Thou, Love by making me adore Her who begot this love in me before,' 39 Taught'st me to make, as tho' I gave, when I do but restore. |