Yet do not; I would not go, Though at next door we might meet. Will be False, ere I come, to two or three. FARY Me. TWICKENHAM GARDENI BLASTED with sighs, and surrounded with tears, Hither I come to seek the spring, And at mine eyes, and at mine ears, Receive such balms as else cure every thing. But O! self-traitor, I do bring The spider3 Love, which transubstantiates all, And can convert manna to gall; And that this place may thoroughly be thought True Paradise, I have the serpent brought. 'T were wholesomer for me that winter did Benight the glory of this place, And that a grave frost did forbid These trees to laugh and mock me to my face; Endure, nor yet leave loving, Love, let me Hither with crystal phials, lovers, come, And take my tears, which are Love's wine, And try your mistress' tears at home, Nor can you more judge women's thoughts by tears, O pèrverse sex, where none is true but she, THE MESSAGE SEND home my long stray'd eyes to me, Which, O! too long have dwelt on thee; Yet since there they have learn'd such ill, Such forced fashions, And false passions, That they be Made by thee Fit for no good sight, keep them still. Send home my harmless heart again, Which no unworthy thought could stain; But if it be taught by thine To make jestings Of protestings, And break both Word and oath, Keep it, for then 't is none of mine. Yet send me back my heart and eyes, |