Yet love and hate me too, Love me, So these extremes shall ne'er their office do; THE EXPIRATION. So, go break off this last lamenting kiss, As ask none leave to love; nor will we owe Go; and if that word have not quite kill'd thee, Being double dead, going, and bidding Go. 20 24 10 13 THE COMPUTATION. FROM For forty more I fed on favours past, And forty' on hopes that thou would'st they might last. Or not divide, all being one thought of you; Or in a thousand more forgot that too. Yet call not this long life; but think that I Am, by being dead, immortal. Can ghosts die? 10 THE PARADOX. No lover saith I love, nor any other Can judge a perfect lover; He thinks that else none can or will agree That any loves but he. I cannot say I lov'd, for who can say He was kill'd yesterday? Love with excess of heat more young than old; We die but once, and who lov'd last did die; He that saith twice doth lie: For tho' he seem to move, and stir a while, It doth the sense beguile. Such life is like the light, which bideth yet, 10 Or like the heat which fire in solid matter Once I lov'd and dy'd, and am now become Here dead men speak their last, and so do I; SONG. SOUL's joy, now I am gone, And you alone, (Which cannot be, Since I must leave myself with thee, And carry thee with me) Yet when unto our eyes. Each other's sight, And makes to us a constant night, When others change to light; "O give no way to grief, "But let belief "Of mutual love "This wonder to the vulgar prove, "Our bodies, not we, move."' Let not thy wit beweep Words, but sense deep; For when we miss, By distance, our hopes-joining bliss, Fools have no means to meet But by their feet: Why should our clay Over our spirits so much sway, To tie us to that way? "O give no way to grief," &c. FAREWELL TO LOVE. WHILST yet to prove I thought there was some deity in love, So did I reverence, and gave Worship, as Atheists at their dying hour Call what they cannot name an unknown power; Thus when Things, not yet known, are coveted by men, Our desires give them fashion, and so As they wax lesser fall, as they size grow. But from late fair His Highness (sitting in a golden chair) By children, than the thing which lovers so 20 26 And thence What before pleas'd them all takes but one sense, A kind of sorrowing dulness to the mind. Ah! cannot we, As well as cocks and lions, jocund be Because that other curse of being short, Eager, desires to raise posterity. Since 90, my mind Shall not desire what no man else can find: To pursue things which had endamag'd me; Grows great, Tho' I admire their greatness, shun their heat; 'Tis but applying worm-seed to the tail. 40 30 20 |