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Yet do not; I would not go,
Though at next door we might meet.
✓ BLASTED with sighs, and sùrrounded 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
; But that I may not this disgrace Endure, nor yet leave loving, Love, let me
Some senseless piece of this place be ; Make me a mandrake,4 so I may grow here, Or a stone fountain weeping out my year.
Hither with crystal phials, lovers, come,
And take my tears, which are Love's wine,
And try your mistress' tears at home,
Alas! hearts do not in eyes shine,
Than by her shadow what she wears.
Send home my long stray'd eyes to me,
Such forced fashions,
That they be
Made by thee
Send home my harmless heart again,
To make jestings
And break both
Word and oath,
Yet send me back
eyes, That I may know and see thy lies,