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I SCARCE believe my love to be so pure
As I had thought it was,
Because it doth endure
But if this medicine, love, which cures all sorrow
With more, not only be no quintessence,
But mix'd of all stuffs, vexing soul or sense, And of the sun his active vigour borrow, Love's not so pure and abstract as they use To say, which have no mistress but their Muse ; But as all else, being elemented too, Love sometímes would contemplate, sometimes do.
And yet no greater, but more eminent,
Love by the spring is grown ;
As in the firmament
If, as in water stirr'd more circles be
Produced by one, love such additions take,
Those like so many spheres but one heaven make, For they are all concentric unto thee ; And though each spring do add to love new heat, As princes do in times of action get New taxes, and remit them not in peace, No winter shall abate this spring's increase.
All kings, and all their favourites,
All glory of honours, beauties, wits,
Only our love hath no decay;
Two graves must hide thine and my corse;
If one might, death were no divorce.
ears, Oft fed with true oaths, and with sweet salt tears;
But souls where nothing dwells but love (All other thoughts being inmates) then shall prove This or a love increased there above, When bodies to their graves, souls from their graves
And then we shall be throughly blest;
earth we're kings, and none but we
True and false fears let us refrain,
For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love;
Or chide my palsy, or my gout;
My five grey hairs, or ruin'd fortune flout; With wealth your state, your mind with arts improve;
Take you a course, get you a place,
Observe his Honour, or his Grace;
will let me love.
Alas! alas ! who's injured by my love?
What merchant's ships have my sighs drown'd?
Who says my tears have overflow'd his ground? When did my colds a forward spring remove? When did the heats which
veins fill Add one more to the plaguy bill ? 12 Soldiers find wars, and lawyers find out still
Litigious men which quarrels move,
Call us what you will, we are made such by love ;
Call her one, me another fly,