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The morning shadows wear away,
But these grow longer all the day;
But O! love's day is short, if love decay.

Love is a growing, or full constant light, And his first minute, after noon, is night.

THE GOOD-MORROW

I WONDER, by my troth, what thou and I

Did, till we loved? were we not wean'd till then? But suck'd on country pleasures, childishly?

Or slumber'd we in the Seven Sleepers' den?

'T was so ; but this, all pleasures fancies be; If ever any beauty I did see,

Which I desired, and got, 't was but a dream of thee.

And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear;
For love all love of other sights controls,

And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone ;

Let maps to others worlds on worlds have shown ;
Let us possess one world; each hath one, and is one.

My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest;
Where can we find two better hemispheres
Without sharp North, without declining West?
Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally;

If our two loves be one, both thou and I

Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die.

LOVE'S GROWTH

I SCARCE believe my love to be so pure
As I had thought it was,

Because it doth endure

Vicissitude and season, as the grass.

Methinks I lied all winter, when I swore
My love was infinite, if spring make it more.

But if this medicine, love, which cures all sorrow
With more, not only be no quintessence,
But mix'd of all stuffs, vexing soul or sense,
And of the sun his active vigour borrow,
Love's not so pure and abstract as they use
To say, which have no mistress but their Muse;
But as all else, being elemented too,

Love sometimes would contemplate, sometimes do.

And yet no greater, but more eminent,

Love by the spring is grown ;

As in the firmament

Stars by the sun are not enlarged, but shown,
Gentle love deeds, as blossoms on a bough,
From love's awaken'd root do bud out now.

If, as in water stirr'd more circles be

Produced by one, love such additions take,

Those like so many spheres but one heaven make, For they are all concentric unto thee;

And though each spring do add to love new heat,
As princes do in times of action get

New taxes, and remit them not in peace,

No winter shall abate this spring's increase.

THE ANNIVERSARY

ALL kings, and all their favourites,

All glory of honours, beauties, wits,
The sun itself, which makes times, as they pass,
Is elder by a year now than it was

When thou and I first one another saw.

All other things to their destruction draw,
Only our love hath no decay;

This no to-morrow hath, nor yesterday;
Running it never runs from us away,
But truly keeps his first, last, everlasting day.

Two graves must hide thine and my corse;
If one might, death were no divorce.
Alas! as well as other princes, we

(Who prince enough in one another be)

Must leave at last in death these eyes and ears,

Oft fed with true oaths, and with sweet salt tears;

But souls where nothing dwells but love

(All other thoughts being inmates) then shall prove This or a love increasèd there above,

When bodies to their graves, souls from their graves

remove.

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