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That Love is weak, where fear's as strong as he;

"T is not all spirit, pure and brave,

If mixture it of fear, shame, honor, have. Perchance as torches, which must ready be, Men light and put out, so thou deal'st with me, Thou cam'st to kindle, goest to come: then I Will dream that hope again, but else would die.

A VALEDICTION OF WEEPING.

LET me pour forth

My tears before thy face, whilst 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, emblems of more;
When a tear falls, that Thou fall'st, 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

A Europe, Afric, and an Asia,

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 mixed with mine do overflow
This world, by waters sent from thee, my heav'n
dissolved 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.

LOVE'S ALCHEMY. +

SOME that have deeper digged Love's mine

than I,

Say, where his centric happiness doth lie:
I've loved, and got, and told,

But should I love, get, tell, till I were old,
I should not find that hidden mystery;

Oh, 't is imposture all:

And as no chymic yet the Elixir got,

But glorifies his pregnant pot,

If by the way to him befall
Some odoriferous thing, or medicinal,
So lovers dream a rich and long delight,
But get a winter-seeming summer's night.

Our ease, our thrift, our honor, and our day
Shall we for this vain bubble's shadow pay?
Ends love in this, that any man

Can be as happy as I can, if he can
Endure the short scorn of a bridegroom's play?
That loving wretch that swears,

'Tis not the bodies marry, but the minds,
Which he in her angelic finds,

Would swear as justly, that he hears,

In that day's rude hoarse minstrelsy, the spheres:

Hope not for mind in women; at their best Sweetness and wit, they 're but mummy, possest.

THE CURSE.

WHOEVER guesses, thinks, or dreams he knows
Who is my mistress, wither by this curse;
Him only for his purse

May some dull whore to love dispose,
And then yield unto all that are his foes;

May he be scorned by one, whom a
Forswear to others, what to her he
With fear of missing, shame of ge

Madness his sorrow, gout his cramp n
Make, by but thinking who hath made
And may he feel no touch

Of conscience, but of fame, and b
Anguished, not that 't was sin, but that
Or may he for her virtue reverence
One, that hates him only for impoter
And equal traitors be she and his se

May he dream treason, and believe that Meant to perform it, and confess, and di And no record tell why:

His sons, which none of his may b Inherit nothing but his infamy: Or may he so long parasites have fed, That he would fain be theirs, whom bred,

And at the last be circumcised for brea

The venom of all step-dames, gamester's What tyrants and their subjects interwish, What plants, mine, beasts, fowl, fish Can contribute, all ill, which all

Prophets or poets spake; and all, which s Be annexed in schedules unto this by m Fall on that man; for if it be a she, Nature beforehand hath outcursed me.

THE MESSAGE.

SEND home my long-strayed eyes to me, Which (oh) too long have dwelt on thee; But if they there have learned 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,
That I may know and see thy lies,
And may laugh and joy, when thou

*Var. yet since there.

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