I, by Love's limbec, am the grave Of all that's nothing. Oft a flood Drown'd the whole world, us two; oft did we grow, Withdrew our souls, and made us carcasses. But I am by her death (which word wrongs her) Of the first nothing the elixir grown; Were I a man, that I were one I needs must know; I should prefer, If I were any beast, Some ends, some means; yea plants, yea stones detest, And love; all, all some properties invest; If I an ordinary nothing were, As shadow, a light and body must be here. But I am none; nor will my sun renew. To fetch new lust, and give it you, Enjoy your summer all, Since she enjoys her long night's festival. AIR AND ANGELS TWICE or thrice had I loved thee, Still when, to where thou wert, I came, But since my soul, whose child love is, Takes limbs of flesh, and else could nothing do, More subtle than the parent is Love must not be, but take a body too; And therefore what thou wert, and who, I bid love ask, and now That it assume thy body, I allow, And fix itself in thy lips, eyes, and brow. Whilst thus to ballast love I thought, And so more steadily to have gone, Thy every hair for love to work upon Is much too much; some fitter must be sought; For, nor in nothing, nor in things Extreme, and scattering bright, can love inhere; Then as an angel face and wings. Of air, not pure as it, yet pure doth wear, As is 'twixt air's and angel's purity, 'Twixt women's love, and men's, will ever be. LOVE'S EXCHANGE. LOVE, any devil else but you Would for a given soul give something too. Give th' art of rhyming, huntsmanship, or play, For them which were their own before; But am, alas! by being lowly, lower. I ask no dispensation now, To falsify a tear, or sigh, or vow; A non obstante on nature's law; In thee and thine; none should forswear Give me thy weakness, make me blind, Both ways, as thou and thine, in eyes and mind; Love, let me never know that this Is love, or, that love childish is; Let me not know that others know A tender shame make me mine own new woe. If thou give nothing, yet thou 'rt just, Having put Love at last to show this face. This face, by which he could command This face, which, wheresoe'er it comes, Can call vow'd men from cloisters, dead from tombs, And melt both poles at once, and store Deserts with cities, and make more Mines in the earth, than quarries were before. For this, Love is enraged with mé, Yet kills not; if I must example be Must learn by my being cut up and torn, Rack'd carcasses make ill anatomies. |