Yet, I would not have all yet, He that hath all can have no more, SONG. SWEETEST love, I do not go, For weariness of thee, Nor in hope the world can show A fitter love for me; But since that I Must die at last, 't is best, Thus to use myself in jest By feigned death to die; Yesternight the Sun went hence, He hath no desire nor sense, Q how feeble is man's power, But come, bad chance, And we join to 't our strength, And we teach it art and length, Itself o'er us t' advance. When thou sigh'st, thou sigh'st no wind, It cannot be That thou lov'st me, as thou say'st; Let not thy divining heart But yet thou canst not die, I know; To leave this world behind is death; But when thou from this world wilt go, The whole world vapours in thy breath. Or if, when thou, the world's soul, goest, It stay, 't is but thy carcass then, The fairest woman, but thy ghost; But corrupt worms, the worthiest men. O wrangling schools, that search what fire Shall burn this world, had none the wit Unto this knowledge to aspire, That this her fever might be it! And yet she cannot waste by this, Nor long endure this torturing wrong, These burning fits but meteors be, Yet 't was of my mind, seizing thee, Of thee one hour, than all else ever. THE LEGACY. WHEN last I dy'd (and, dear, I die AIR AND ANGELS. TWICE or thrice had I lov'd thee, Still when, to where thou wert, I came, Some lovely glorious nothing did I see; But since my soul, whose child love is, Love must not be, but take a body too; And fix itself in thy lips, eyes, and brow. Whilst thus to ballast love, I thought, Thy every hair for love to work upon Is much too much, some fitter must be sought; For, nor in nothing, nor in things Extreme, and scattering bright, can love inhere; Of air, not pure as it, yet pure doth wear, As is 'twixt air and angel's purity, Twixt women's love, and men's will ever be. And then we shall be throughly bless'd: But now no more than all the rest. Here upon Earth we' are kings, and none but we Can be such kings, nor of such subjects be; Who is so safe as we? where none can do Treason to us, except one of us two. True and false fears let us refrain: Let us love nobly, and live, and add again Years and years unto years, till we attain To write threescore, this is the second of our reign. Till my return, repair And recompact my scatter'd body so, As all the virtuous powers, which are Fix'd in the stars, are said to flow Into such characters as graved be, When those stars had supremacy. So since this name was cut, When love and grief their exaltation had, No door 'gainst this name's influence shut; 'T will make thee; and thou should'st, till Ireturn, Since I die daily, daily mourn. When thy inconsiderate hand Flings ope this casement, with my trembling name, To look on one, whose wit or land New battery to thy heart may frame, And when thy melted maid, TWICKNAM GARDEN. BLASTED with sighs, and surrounded with tears, The spider love, which transubstantiates all, 'T were wholesomer for me, that winter did Hither with crystal phials, lovers, come, And take my tears, which are love's wine, And try your mistress' tears at home, For all are false, that taste not just like mine; Alas! hearts do not in eyes shine, Here love's divine (since all divinity Is love or wonder) may find all they seek, Whether abstracted spiritual love they like, Their souls exhal'd with what they do not see; Or loath so to amuse Faith's infirmities, they chuse Something, which they may see and use; For though mind be the Heaven, where love doth Beauty a convenient type may be to figure it. [sit, Here more than in their books may lawyers find, Forsake him, who on them relies, Here statesmen, (or of them they which can read) Who the present govern well, Whose weakness none doth or dares tell; In this thy book such will there something see, As in the Bible some can find out alchymy. Thus vent thy thoughts; abroad I 'll study thee, Sun, or stars, are fitliest view'd At their brightest; but to conclude Of longitudes, what other way have we, But to mark when and where the dark eclipses be? If, as in water stirr'd more circles be Produc'd by one, love such additions take, And though each spring do add to love new heat, No winter shall abate this spring's increase. COMMUNITY. GOOD we must love, and must hate ill, For ill is ill, and good good still; But there are things indifferent, Which we may neither hate nor love, But one, and then another prove, As we shall find out fancy bent. If then at first wise Nature had Then some we might hate, and some chuse, Only this rests, all all may use. If they were good, it would be seen, And to all eyes itself betrays: So they deserve nor blame nor praise. But they are ours, as fruits are ours, And he that leaves all, doth as well; Chang'd loves are but chang'd sorts of meat; And when he hath the kernel eat, Who doth not filing away the shell? LOVE'S GROWTH. I SCARCE believe my love to be so pure Vicissitude and season, as the grass; But if this medicine love, which cures all sorrow And yet no greater, but more eminent, Stars by the Sun are not enlarg'd, but shown, SOME that have deeper digg'd Love's mine than I, I've lov'd, and got, and told, And as no chymic yet th' elixir got, So lovers dream a rich and long delight, Our ease, our thrift, our honour, and our day, Can be as happy as I; if he can Endure the short scorn of a bridegroom's play! 'T is not the bodies marry, but the minds, 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. May some dull whore to love dispose, And then yield unto all that are his foes; |