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Toems, Songs, Sonnets. 75

So whilst our infant loves did grow,

Disguises did, and shadows, flow 10

From us and our cares; but now 'tis not so.

That love hath not attain'd the high'st degree,

Which is still diligent lest others see;

Except our loves at this noon stay,

We shall new shadows make the other way.

As the first were made to blind

Others, these which come behind

Will work upon ourselves, and blind our eyes.

If our love's faint, and westwardly decline,

To me thou falsely thine, » 20

And I to thee mine, actions shall disguise.

The morning shadows wear away,

But these grow longer all the day;

B ut, oh I Love's day is short, if love decay.

Love is a growing or full constant light,

And his short minute, after noon, is night. 26


Sex a me some Tokens that my hope may live,
Or that my easeless thoughts may sleep and rest;
Send me some honey to make sweet my hive,
That in my passions I may hope the best.
Donne] G ij

I beg nor ribband wrought with thy own hands,

To knit our loves in the fantastic strain

Of new.touch'd youth; nor ring, to shew the stands

Of our affection, that as that's round and plain

So should our loves meet in simplicity;

No, nor the corals which thy wrist infold, 10

Lac'd up together in congruity,

To shew our thoughts should rest in the same hold:

No, nor thy picture, tho' most gracious,

And most desired, 'cause 'tis like the best;

Nor witty lines, which are most copiousr ,

Within the writings which thou hast addrest.

Send me nor this nor that t' increase my score,

But swear thou think'st I love thee, and no more. 18



Deicn at my hands this crown of prayer and praise,

Weav'd in my lone devout melancholy,

Thou which of good hast, yea, art treasury,

All changing unchang'd, ancient of days;

But do not with a vile crown of frail bays

Reward my Muse's white sincerity,

But what thy thorny crown gain'd that give me,

A crown of glory, which doth flower always:

The ends crown our works, but thou crown'st our ends.

For at our ends begins our endless rest; m

The first last end now zealously possest,

With a strong sober thirst my soul attends.

'Tis time that heart and voice be lifted high,

Salvation to all that will is nigh. 14


"Salvation to all that will is nigh;"
That All, which always is all every where.
Which cannot sin, and yet all sins must bear,
Which cannot die, yet cannot choose but die,
Lo, faithful Virgin! yields himself to lie

In prison in thy womb; and tho' he there
Can take no sin, nor thou give, yet he'll wear,
Taken from thence, flesh, which death's force may
Ere by the spheres time was created thou [try.

Wast in his mind, who is thy son and brother, 10
Whom thou conceiv'sl conceived; yet thou 'rt now
Thy Maker's maker, and thy Father's mother;
Thou 'hast light in dark, and shutt'st in little room
Immensity, cloister'd in thy dear womb. 14


"Immensity, cloister'd in thy dear womb," Now leaves his well.belov'd imprisonment; There he hath made himself to his intent Weak enough, now into our world to come: But oh! for thee, fdr him, hath th' inn no room? Yet lay him in his stall, and from the orient Stars and wise men will travel, to prevent Th' effect of Herod's jealous general doom. Seest thou my soul I with thy faith's eye, how he, Which fills all place, yet none holds him, doth lie? 10 Was not his pity towards thee wondrous high, That would have need to be pitied by thee? Kiss him, and with him into Egypt go, With bis kind mother, who partakes thy woe. 14




"With his kind mother, who partakes thy woe," Joseph! turnback; see where your child doth sit Blowing, yea, blowing out those sparks of wit,.; Which himself on the Doctors did bestow: The Word but lately could not speak, and, lo, It suddenly speaks wonders. Whence comes it . . That all which was, and all which should be writ, A shallow.seeming child should deeply know I His Godhead was not soul to his manhood, Nor had time mellow'd him to thisripeness: But as fpr one which hath a long task 'tis good With the sun to begin his business,. He in his age's morning thus began, By miracles exceeding power of man.


"By miracles exceeding power of man."
He faith in some, envy in some begat;
For what weak spirits admire ambitious hate;
In both affections many to him. ran:'
But oh! the worst are most, they will and cant
Alas 1 and do unto th' immaculate,
Whose creature Fate is, now prescribe a fate,
Measuring self-life's infinite to span,

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