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They, who one another keep
Busy old fool, unruly sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run ? Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide Late school-boys, and sour 'prentices, Go tell court-huntsmen, that the King will ride, Call country ants to harvest offices; Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime, Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
Thy beams so reverend and strong, Dost thou not think I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink, But that I would not lose her sight so long? If her eyes have not blinded thine, Look, and to-morrow late tell me Whether both the Indias of spice and mine Be where thou left them, or lie here with me : Ask for those kings, whom thou saw'st yesterday; And thou shalt hear all here in one bed lay.
She 's all states, and all princes I, Nothing else is. Princes do but play us; compared to this, All honour 's mimic, all wealth alchemy: Thou sun art half as happy as we, In that the world's contracted thus: Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be To warm the world, that 's done in warming us. Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere ; This bed thy centre is, these walls thy sphere.
When my grave is broke up again, Some second guest to entertain, (For graves have learned that woman-head, To be to more than one a bed,) And he that digs it spies A bracelet of bright hair about the bone, Will he not let us alone, And think that there a loving couple lies, Who thought that this device might be some way To make their souls, at the last busy day, Meet at this grave, and make a little stay
If this fall in a time, or land,
First we loved well and faithfully, Yet knew not what we loved, nor why; Difference of sex we never knew, No more than guardian angels do; Coming and going we Perchance might kiss, but yet between those meals Our hands ne'er touched the seals, Which Nature, injured by late law, set free: These miracles we did ; but now, alas ! All measure and all language I should pass, Should I tell what a miracle she was.
THE ANNIVERS ARY.
All kings, and all their favourites,
Is elder by a year now, than it was,
When thou and I first one another saw :
Two graves must hide thine and my corse;
If one might, death were no divorce; -
But souls where nothing dwells but love,
And then we shall be thoroughly blest:
But now no more than all the rest.
True and false fears let us refrain ;
But when we have tried each other,
Fear not (dear love) that I’ll reveal
The world will see thy picture there.