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LOVING ONE FIRST BECAUSE SHE COULD LOVE NO
But as, when the Pellæan conqueror dy'd, The Thunderer, who, without the female bed,
As useless to despairing lovers grown,
As lambent flames to men i'th' frigid zone.
The Sun does his pure fires on Earth bestow
With nuptial warmth, to bring-forth things bec Her body is so gently bright,
low; Clear and transparent to the sight,
Such is Love's noblest and divinest heat, (Clear as fair crystal to the view,
That warms like his, and does, like his, beget.
Lust you call this; a name to yours more just,
Pygmalion, loving what none can enjoy,
More lustful was, than the hot youth of Troy.
THE VAIN LOVE.
BODY, AFTERWARDS LOVING HER WITH DESIRE,
What new-found witchcraft was in thee,
With thine own cold to kindle me? Which sighs and crouds to her's so near? Strange art! like him that should devise 'Tis all on flame, and does, like fire,
To make a burning-glass of ice : To that, as to its Heaven, aspire !
When Winter so, the plants would harm, The wounds are many in 't and deep;
Her snow itself does keep them warm. Still does it bleed, and still does weep!
Fool that I was! who, having found Whose-ever wretched heart it be,
A rich and sunny diamond, I cannot choose but grieve to see:
Admir'd the hardness of the stone, What pity in my breast does reign!
But not the light with which it shone, Methinks I feel too all its pain.
Your brave and haughty scorn of all So torn, and so defac'd, it lies,
Was stately and monarchical ;
A dull and slavish virtue seer'd;
Thou 'dst lost what I most lov'd in thee;
For who would serve one, whom he sees Beat by the waves, let fall a tear,
That he can conquer if he please?
It far'd with me, as if a slave
With what a gay majestic pride
His conqueror through the streets does ride,
Which makes up such a comely show.
But without hopes or fears did burn;
My covetous passion did approve
My love a kind of dream was grown,
But lovers and the damn'd, endure.
Are proud as that I luv'd bufure.
If I ever anger know,
Till some wrong be done to you;
Or any fear, till I begin
To find that you 're concern'd therein;
That tastes of any thing but thee;
Approach to it again so nigh,
To the least glimmering inclination; If thou alone dost not control
All those tyrants of my soul,
And to thy beauties ty'st them so,
By any force, or any art,
Be brought to move one step from thee, May'st thou no passion have for me!
If my busy Imagination,
If my Understanding do
If she would not follow thee,
Though Fate and thou should'st disagree;
FROM Hate, Fear, Hope, Anger, and Envy, free,
In vain this state a freedom call;
Sometimes upon their idols fell,
And they depos'd the powers of Hell;
All this imperfect piety did no good,
Fondly I boast, that I have drest my vine
Since Love, by mixing poison there,
The change of ills some good will do:
Call in the States of Holland to their aid.
'Tis mighty wise that you would now be thought,
Things which, I take it, friend, you'd ne'er recite, Should she I love but say t' you, "Come at night."
The wisest king refus'd all pleasures quite,
Then down I laid my head,
Down on cold earth; and for a while was dead,
WELL then; I now do plainly see
Does of all meats the soonest cloy;
Of this great hive, the city.
And, since love ne'er will from me flee,
Ah, yet, ere I descend to th' grave,
"Ah, sottish soul !" said I,
When back to its cage again I saw it fly;
Where it condemn'd and destin'd is to burn!
Once dead, how can it be,
Death should a thing so pleasant seem to thee,
That thou should'st come to live it o'er again If you an inclination have for me;
And all beyond is vast eternity!
Now, by my Love, the greatest oath that is
I do not ask your love for this;
His master should believe that he does serve;
I shall not by 't too lusty prove;
Being your prisoner and your slave,
I do not feasts and banquets look to have;
One tear will keep me twenty, at least ;
An hundred years on one kind word I'll feaste
And still thy shape does me pursue, At once, with double course in the same sphere, As if, not you me, but I had murder'd you.
He runs the day, and walks the year.
When Sol does to myself refer,
But when it does relate to her,
It swiftly flies, and then is lore.
"Twixt hope and foar--my day and night.
Take heed, take heed, thou lovely maid,
Nor be by glittering ills betray'd;
Thyself for money! oh, let no man know
The price of beauty fall’n so low !
What dangers ought'st thou not to dread,
When Love, that's blind, is by blind Fortune led? ALL-OVER LOVE.
The foolish Indian, that sells 'Tis well, 'tis well with them, say I,
His precious gold for beads and bells, Whose short-liv'd passions with themselves can Does a more wise and gainful traffic hold, die;
Than thou, who sell's' thyself for gold. For none can be unhappy, who,
What gains in such a bargain are? Midst all his ills, a time does know
He'll in thy mines Jig better treasures far. (Though ne'er so long) when he shall not be so.
Can gold, alas ! with thee compare ? Whatever parts of me remain.
The Sun, that makes it, 's not so fair; Those parts will still the love of thee retain ; The Sun, which can nor make nor ever sce For 'twas not only in my heart,
A thing so beautiful as thee, But, like a god, by powerful art
In all the journeys he does pass, 'Twas all in all, and all in every part.
Though the sea serv'd him for a looking-glass. My affection no more perish can
Bold was the wretch that cheapen'd thee; Than the first matter that compounds a man. Since Magus, none so bold as he: Hereafter, if one dust of me
Thou 'rt so divine a thing, that thee to buy Mix'd with another's substance be,
Is to be counted simony ; 'Twill leaven that whole lump with love of thee. Too dear he 'll find his sordid price Let Nature, if she please, disperse
Has forfeited that and the benefice. My atoms over all the universe ;
If it be lawful thee to buy,
There's none can pay that rate but I;
But what on Earth's most like to thee;
And that my heart does only bear;
For there thyself, thy very self is there. "LOVE AND LIFE.
So much thyself does in me live, Now, sure, within this twelvemonth past,
That, when it for thyself I give, l'ave lov'd at least some twenty years or more:
'Tis but to change that piece of gold for this, Th' account of love runs much more fast
Whose stamp and value equal is; Than that with which our life does score :
And, that full weight too may be had, So, though my life he sbort, yet I may prove
My soul and body, two grains more, I 'll add. The great Methusalem of love.
Not that love's bours or minutes are
THE LONG LIFE.
Love from Time's wings hath stol'n the feathers,
He has, and put them to his own;
For hours, of late, : long as days endure,
And very minutes hours are grown.
The various motions of the turning year A double, different motion ?
Belong not now at all to me: O yes, there may; for so the self-same Sun Each summer's night does Lucy's now appear, At once does slow and swiftly run :
Each winter's day St. Barnaby. Swiftly his daily journey he goes,
How long a space since first I lov'd it is !
To look into a glass I fear;
Gray hairs and wrinkles there.
Th' old Patriarchs' age, and not their happi- | The needle trembles so, and turns about,
Till it the northern point find out;
But constant then and fix'd does prove,
It never more abroad shall roam,
Why does hard Fate to us restore ? Why does Love's fire thus to mankind renew, What the flood wash'd away before?
Sure those are happy people that complain
O' th' shortness of the days of man :
Contract mine, Heaven! and bring them back Though 't could next voyage bring the Indies
To th' ordinary span.
If when your gift, long life, I disapprove,
Punish me justly, Heaven; make her to love,
GENTLY, ah, gently, madam, touch
The wound which you yourself have made;
Which makes me of your hand afraid.
Do but awhile with patience stay
(For counsel yet will do no good)
But ne'er to me can useful prove;
And I'm not sick, but dead in love,
Ev'n thy dissuasions me persuade,
When thy commands are disobey'd.
Against thine eyes t' assist mine heart:
For straight the traitor took their part:
The act, I must confess, was wise,
Would be too strong for that and me;
RESOLVED TO BE BEloved,
That ends my wanderings and my toil :