LOVERS' INFINITENESS IF yet I have not all thy love, Dear, I shall never have it all; I cannot breathe one other sigh to move, Nor can intreat one other tear to fall; And all my treasure, which should purchase thee, Sighs, tears, and oaths, and letters I have spent ; Yet no more can be due to me, Than at the bargain made was meant: If then thy gift of love were partiäl, That some to me, some should to others fall, Dear, I shall never have it all. Or if then thou gavest me all, All was but all which thou hadst then ; But if in thy heart, since, there be or shall New love created be by other men, Which have their stocks entire, and can in tears, In sighs, in oaths, in letters, outbid me, This new love may beget new fears, And yet it was, thy gift being general; The ground, thy heart, is mine; what ever shall Grow there, dear, I should have it all. Yet, I would not have all yet; He that hath all can have no more ; And since my love doth every day admit New growth, thou shouldst have new rewards in store; If thou canst give it, then thou never gavest it; A LECTURE UPON THE SHADOW STAND still, and I will read to thee A lecture, love, in Love's philosophy. These three hours that we have spent Along with us, which we ourselves produced; We do those shadows tread, And to brave clearness all things are reduced.. So whilst our infant loves did grow, Disguises did, and shadows, flow, From us and our cares; but now 't is not so. That love has not attain'd the high'st degree, Which is still diligent lest others see. Except our loves at this noon stay, We shall new shadows make the other way. Others, these which come behind Will work upon ourselves, and blind our eyes. And I to thee mine actions shall disguise. The morning shadows wear away, 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, For love all love of other sights controls, And makes one little room an everywhere. Let My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, If our two loves be one, both thou and I Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die. |