р A VALEDICTION FORBIDDING MOURNING 20 As virtuous men pass mildly away, "The breath goes now," and So let us melt, and make no noise, some say, "No." No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move; 'T were profanation of our joys To tell the laity our love. Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears; Men reckon what it did, and meant ; But trepidation of the spheres, 21 Though greater far, is innocent. Dull sublunary lovers' love Whose soul is sense cannot admit Of absence, 'cause it doth remove The thing which elemented it. pure But we by a love so far refined, That ourselves know not what it is, Inter-assured of the mind, Care less eyes, lips, and hands to miss. Our two souls therefore, which are one, Like gold to airy thinness beat. If they be two, they are two so And though it in the centre sit, Yet, when the other far doth roam, It leans, and hearkens after it, And grows erect, as that comes home. Such wilt thou be to me, who must, Like th' other foot, obliquely run; Thy firmness makes my circle just, And makes me end where I begun. A FEVER O! Do not die, for I shall hate All women so, when thou art gone, That thee I shall not celebrate, When I remember thou wast one. But yet thou canst not die, I know; To leave this world behind, is death; But when thou from this world wilt go, The whole world vapours with thy breath. Or if, when thou, the world's soul, go'st, O wrangling schools, that search what fire Unto this knowledge to aspire, That this her fever might be it? And yet she cannot waste by this, Nor long bear this torturing wrong, For more corruption needful is, These burning fits but meteors be, Yet 't was of my mind, seizing thee, Of thee one hour, than all else ever. |