THE BROKEN HEART.

He is stark mad, whoever says,

That he hath been in love an hour;

Yet not that love so soon decays,

But that it can ten in less space devour; Who will believe me, if I swear

That I have had the plague a year?

Who would not laugh at me, if I should say, I saw a flash of powder burn a day?

Ah! what a trifle is a heart,

If once into Love's hands it come!

All other griefs allow a part

To other griefs, and ask themselves but some. They come to us, but us love draws,

He swallows us, and never chaws:

By him, as by chained shot, whole ranks do die; He is the tyrant pike, our hearts the fry.

If 't were not so, what did become

Of my heart, when I first saw thee?

I brought a heart into the room,

But from the room I carried none with me:

If it had gone to thee, I know

Mine would have taught thy heart to show
More pity unto me: but Love, alas,
At one first blow did shiver it as glass.

POEMS, SONGS, AND SONNETS.

Yet nothing can to nothing fall,

Nor any place be empty quite,

Therefore I think my breast hath all

Those pieces still, though they be not unite: And now, as broken glasses show A hundred lesser faces, so

My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore, But after one such Love can love no more

A VALEDICTION FORBIDDING MOURNING

As virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls to go,

Whilst some of their sad friends, do say,
The breath goes now, and some say no;

So let us melt, and make no noise,

No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move, "T were profanation of our joys, To tell the laity our love.

Moving of the earth brings harms and fears,

Men reckon what it did and meant;

But trepidation of the spheres,

Though greater far, is innocent.

Dull sublunary Lovers' love

(Whose soul is sense) cannot admit Absence, because it doth remove Those things which elemented it.

But we by a love so much 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, Though I must go, endure not yet

A breach, but an expansion,

Like gold to airy thinness beat.

If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two;
Thy soul, the fixt foot, makes no show
To move, but doth if the other do.

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 the other foot, obliquely run. Thy firmness makes my circle just, And makes me end where I begun.

THE ECSTASY.

Asas, like a pillow on a bed,
Agnant bank swelled up, to rest
17, vidler's reclining head,

Sae we two, one another's best;
Dr Bands were firmly cemented

By a fast balm, which thence did spring,
Je eye-beams twisted, and did thread
Dar eyes upon one double string;

So to engraft our hands as yet

Was all the means to make us one,

And pictures in our eyes to get
Was all our propagation.
As 'twixt two equal armies Fate
Suspends uncertain victory,

Our souls (which, to advance our state,
Were gone out) hung 'twixt her and me;
And whilst our souls negotiate there,
We like sepulchral statues lay,
All day the same our postures were,
And we said nothing all the day.
If any, so by love refined,

That he soul's language understood,
And by good love were grown all mind,
Within convenient distance stood,

He (though he knew not which soul spake,

Because both meant, both spake the same)

Might thence a new concoction take,
And part far purer than he came.
This ecstasy doth unperplex

(We said) and tell us what we love; We see by this, it was not sex,

We see we saw not what did move : But as all several souls contain

Mixture of things they know not what, Love these mixt souls doth mix again, And makes both one, each this and that, A single violet transplant,

The strength, the color, and the size (All which before was poor and scant) Redoubles still and multiplies.

When love with one another so

Inter-animates two souls,

That abler soul, which thence doth flow,
Defects of loneliness controls.

We then, who are this new soul, know
Of what we are composed and made;
For the atomies, of which we grow,
Are soul, whom no change can invade.
But, O alas! so long, so far

Our bodies why do we forbear?
They are ours, though not we; we are
The intelligences, they the spheres,
We owe them thanks, because they thus
Did us to us at first convey,
Yielded their sense's force to us,
Nor are dross to us, but allay.