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Follies they have so numberless in store,
That only he who loves them can have more.
Neither their sighs nor tears are true ;
Those idly blow, these idly fall,
Nothing like to ours at all :
But sighs and tears have sexes too.
Here's to thee again ; thy senseless sorrows drown;
Let the glass walk, till all things too go round !
Again, till these two lights be four;
No error here can dangerous prove:
Thy passion, man, deceiv'd thee more ;
None double see like men in love,
WHEN chance or cruel business parts us two,
What do our souls, I wonder, do?
Whilst sleep does our dull bodies tie,
Methinks at home they should not stay,
Content with dreams, but boldly fly
Abroad, and meet each other half the way.
Sure they do meet, enjoy each other there,
And mix, I know not how nor where!
Their friendly lights together twine,
Though we perceive 't not to be so!
Like loving stars, which oft combine,
Yet not themselves their own conjunctions know.
'T were an ill world, I 'll swear, for every friend,
If distance could their union end :
But Love itself does far advance
Above the power of time and space ;
It scorns such outward circumstance,
His time's for ever, every-where his place.
I'm there with thee, yet here with me thou art,
Lodg’d in each other's heart :
Miracles cease not yet in love.
When he his mighty power will try,
Absence itself does bounteous prove,
And strangely ev'n our presence multiply.
Pure is the flame of Friendship, and divine,
Like that which in Heaven's sun does shine :
He in the upper air and sky
Does no effects of heat bestow ;
But, as his beams the farther fly,
He begets warmth, life, beauty, here below.
Friendship is less apparent when too nigh,
Like objects if they touch the eye.
Less meritorious then is love;
For when we friends together see
So much, so much both one do prove,
That their love then seems but self-love to be.
Each day think on me, and each day I shall
For thee make hours canonical.
By every wind that comes this way,
Send me, at least, a sigh or two;
Such and so many I'll repay,
As shall themselves make winds to get to you.
A thousand pretty ways we'll think upon,
To mock our separation.
Alas! ten thousand will not do :
My heart will thus no longer stay;
No longer 't will be kept from you,
But knocks against the breast to get away.
And, when no art affords me help or ease,
I seek with verse my griefs t'appease;
Just as a bird, that flies about
And beats itself against the cage,
! Finding at last no passage out,
It sits and sings, and so o'ercomes its rage.
UPON HIS ENLARGEMENT OUT OF THE TOWER.
PARDON, my lord, that I am come so late
Texpress my joy for your return of fate!
So, when injurious Chance did you deprive
Of liberty, at first I could not grieve ;
My thoughts awhile, like you, imprison'd lay ;
Great joys, as well as sorrows, make a stay ;
They hinder one another in the crowd,
And none are heard, whilst all would speak aloud.
Should every man's officious gladness haste,
And be afraid to shew itself the last,
The throng of gratulations now would be
Another loss to you of liberty.
When of your freedom men the news did hear,
Where it was wish’d-for, that is every-where,
'T was like the speech which from your lips does fall;
As soon as it was heard, it ravish'd all.
So eloquent Tully did from exile come;
Thus long’d-for he return'd, and cherish'd Rome;
Which could no more his tongue and counsels miss;
Rome, the world's head, was nothing without his.
Wrong to those sacred ashes I should do,
Should I compare any to him but you ;
You, to whom Art and Nature did dispense
The consulship of wit and eloquence.
Nor did your fate differ from his at all,
Because the doom of exile was his fall;
For the whole world, without a native home,
Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
But like a melting woman suffer'd he,
He who before out-did humanity;
Nor could his spirit constant and stedfast prove,
Whose art’t had been, and greatest end, to move.
You put ill-fortune in so good a dress,
That it out-shone other men's happiness :
Had your prosperity always clearly gone,
As your high merits would have led it on,
You 'ad half been lost, and an example then
But for the happy—the least part of men.
Your very sufferings did so graceful shew,
That some strait envy'd your affliction too;
For a clear conscience and heroic mind
In ills their business and their glory find.
So, though less worthy stones are drown'd in night,
The faithful diamond keeps his native light,
And is oblig'd to darkness for a ray,
That would be more oppress’d than help'd by day.
Your soul then most shew'd her unconquer'd power,
Was stronger and more armed than the Tower,
Sure unkind Fate will tempt your spirit no more ;
Sh'has try'd her weakness and your strength before.
T' oppose him still, who once has conquer'd so,
Were now to be your rebel, not your foe; .
Fortune henceforth will more of providence have,
And rather be your friend than be your slave. .
WHO MADE POSIES FOR RINGS.
I LITTLE thought the time would ever be,
That I should wit in dwarfish posies see.
As all words in few letters live,
Thou to few words all sense dost give.