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VII

So since this name was cut,
When love and grief their exaltation had,

No door 'gainst this name's influence shut ;

As much more loving, as more sad, 'T will make thee ; and thou shouldst, till I return,

Since I die daily, daily mourn.

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A VALEDICTION OF WEEPING

LET
me
pour

forth
My tears before thy face, while I stay here,
For thy face coins them, and thy stamp they bear,
And by this mintage they are something worth ;

For thus they be

Pregnant of thee. Fruits of much grief they are, emblèms of more ; When a tear falls, that thou falls which it bore; So thou and I are nothing then, when on a divers shore.

On a round ball
A workman, that hath copies by, can lay
An Europe, Afric, and an Asiä,
And quickly make that, which was nothing, all;

So doth each tear,

Which thee doth wear, A globe, yea world, by that impression grow, Till thy tears mix'd with mine do overflow This world, by waters sent from thee, my heaven, dis

solvèd so.

O! More than moon,
Draw not up seas to drown me in thy sphere;

Weep me not dead in thine arms, but forbear
To teach the sea, what it may do too soon;

Let not the wind

Example find To do me more harm than it purposeth. Since thou and I sigh one another's breath, Whoe'er sighs most is cruellest, and hastes the other's

death.

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Soul's joy, now I am gone,

And you alone,

Which cannot be,
Since I must leave myself with thee,
And
carry

thee with me,
Yet when unto our eyes

For
Absence denies

Each other's sight,
And makes to us a constant night,
When others change to light,

O give no way to grief,
But let. belief
Of mutual love
This wonder to the vulgar prove,
Our bodies, not we move.

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Let not thy wit beweep

Wounds but sense deep ;

For when we miss

By distance our hopes-joining bliss,
Even then our souls shall kiss

;

Fools have no means to meet,

But by their feet;

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Why should our clay Over our spirits so much sway, To tie us to that

way

?
O give no way to grief,
But let belief

Of mutual love

This wonder to the vulgar prove,
Our bodies, not we move.

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