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WITCHCRAFT BY A PICTURE
I fix mine eye on thine, and there
Pity my picture burning in thine eye; My picture drown’d in a transparent tear, When I look lower I espy:
Hadst thou the wicked skill By pictures made and marr'd, to kill, How many ways mightst thou perform thy will!
But now I've drunk thy sweet salt tears,
And though thou pour more, I 'll depart:
Though thou retain of me
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
say “I'm cheap, and nought but fashion ; fing 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
She that, O.! broke her faith, would soon break thee.
Come,live with me, and be my love,
There will the river whisp'ring run
When thou wilt swim in that live bath,
If thou, to be so seen, be'st loth,
Let others freeze with angling reeds,
Or treacherously poor fish beset,
For thee, thou need'st no such deceit,
So 50—, break off this last lamenting kiss,
Which sucks two souls, and vapours both away ; Turn, thou ghost, that way, and let me turn this,
And let ourselves benight our happiest day: We ask'd none leave to love ; nor will we owe
Any so cheap a death as saying, o Go."
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.