WITCHCRAFT BY A PICTURE I FIX mine eye on thine, and there Hadst thou the wicked skill By pictures made and marr'd, to kill, But now I've drunk thy sweet salt tears, And though thou pour more, I'll depart : My picture vanish'd, vanish fears That I can be endamaged by that art : Though thou retain of me One picture more, yet that will be, Being in thine own heart, from all malice free. A JET RING SENT' THOU art not so black as my heart, Nor half so brittle as her heart, thou art; What wouldst thou say? shall both our properties by thee be spoke, Nothing more endless, nothing sooner broke? Marriage rings are not of this stuff; Oh, why should ought less precious, or less tough, Figure our loves? except in thy name thou have bid it "I'm cheap, and nought but fashion; fling me away." Yet stay with me since thou art come, Circle this finger's top, which didst her thumb ; Be justly proud, and gladly safe, that thou dost dwell with me; She that, O! broke her faith, would soon break thee. THE BAITS COME,live with me, and be my love, There will the river whisp❜ring run When thou wilt swim in that live bath, Gladder to catch thee, than thou him. If thou, to be so seen, be'st loth, Let others freeze with angling reeds, Or treacherously poor fish beset, With strangling snare, or windowy net. sin Let coarse bold hands from slimy nest The bedded fish in banks out-wrest; Or, curious traitors, sleave-silk flies, Bewitch poor fishes' wand'ring eyes. For thee, thou need'st no such deceit, For thou thyself art thine own bait : That fish, that is not catch'd thereby, Alas! is wiser far than I. THE EXPIRATION So -, so break off this last lamenting kiss, Go! — and if that word have not quite kill'd thee, Ease me with death, by bidding me go too; Or, if it have, let my word work on me, And a just office on a murderer do ; Except it be too late, to kill me so, Being double dead, going, and bidding go. |