FOR every t spare me now,
I will allow,
Usurious god of love, ty to thee,
h my brown my gray hairs equal be.
till t my body range, and let
Me travel, sojourn, snatc, ,
Resume my last years relict ; t yet
ed never met.
Let me tter mine,
And at next nine
Keep midnigake by the way
tell t delay ;
Only let me love none ; no, not t
From country grass to confitures of court,
Or citys quelque-c not report
My mind transport.
this bargains good ; if when Im old, I be
Inflamed by thee,
If thine own honour, or my shame and pain,
t most, at t age t gain.
Do t and degree
And fruit of love, Love, I submit to thee.
Spare me till t, though she be
One t love me.
FOR Gods sake ongue, and let me love ;
Or c ;
My five gray une flout ;
itate, your mind s improve ;
take you a course, get you a place,
Observe his honour, or his Grace ;
Or tampd face
Contemplate ; w you will, approve,
So you me love.
Alas ! alas ! whos injured by my love?
mercs ships have my sighs drownd?
ears have overflowd his ground?
hen did my colds a forward spring remove?
s which my veins fill
Add one more to the plaguy bill?
Soldiers find still
Litigious men, which quarrels move,
though she and I do love.
Calls w you will, we are made such by love ;
Call her fly,
ere tapers too, and at our o die,
And he dove.
t
By us ; ;
So, to one neutral t.
e die and rise the same, and prove
Mysterious by this love.
e can die by it, if not live by love,
And if unfit for tomb or hearse
Our legend be, it for verse ;
And if no piece of chronicle we prove,
ell build in sonnets pretty rooms ;
As urn becomes
test asombs,
And by these hymns, all shall approve
Us canonized for love ;
And t;You, whom reverend love
Made one anotage ;
You, to w now is rage ;
ract, and drove
Into the glasses of your eyes ;
So made such mirrors, and such spies,
t to you epitomize—
Countries, tos beg from above
A pattern of your love.quot;
I am two fools, I know,
For loving, and for saying so
In wry ;
But be I,
If s deny ?
ths inward narrow crooked lanes
Do purge sea ers fretful salt away,
I t, if I could draw my pains
tion, I shem allay.
Grief brougo numbers cannot be so fierce,
For ames it, t fetters it in verse.
But when I have done so,
Some man, and voice to show,
Dot and sing my pain ;
And, by delighting many, frees again
Grief, wrain.
to love and grief tribute of verse belongs,
But not of sucis read.
Both are increasèd by such songs,
For botriumphs so are published,
And I, hree.
tle fools be.
IF yet I all thy love,
Dear, I s all ;
I cannot breato move,
Nor can intreat one otear to fall ;
And all my treasure, whee,
Sigears, and oatters I ;
Yet no more can be due to me,
t t.
If t of love ial,
t some to me, some so others fall,
Dear, I shee all.
Or if t me all,
All all, hen ;
But if in t since there be or shall
Need be by other men,
ocks entire, and can in tears,
In sigters, outbid me,
t new fears,
For t vohee.
And yet it being general ;
t, is mine ; w ever shall
Gro all.
Yet I .
h all can have no more ;
And since my love dot
Ne ore ;
t not every day give me t,
If t give it, t it ;
Loves riddles are, t t depart,
It stays at it ;
But we will have a way more liberal,
ts, to join them ; so we shall
Be one, and one anothers all.
SEEtESt love, I do not go,
For hee,
Nor in he world can show
A fitter love for me ;
But since t I
At t must part, tis best,
to use myself in jest
By feigned deato die.
Yesternig hence,
And yet is o-day ;
h no desire nor sense,
Nor a way ;
t me,
But believe t I shall make
Speedier journeys, since I take
More han he.
O how feeble is mans power,
t if good fortune fall,
Cannot add another hour,
Nor a lost hour recall ;
But come bad chance,
And o it our strength,
And eac art and length,
Itself oer us to advance.
, t not wind,
But sig my soul away ;
, unkindly kind,
My lifes blood doth decay.
It cannot be
t t me as t,
If in te,
t art t of me.
Let not t
Forethink me any ill ;
Destiny may take t,
And may thy fears fulfil.
But t we
Are but turnd aside to sleep.
ther keep
Alive, neer parted be.
I died, and, dear, I die
As often as from thee I go,
t be but an hour ago
—And lovers ernity—
I can remember yet, t I
Sometow ;
t me, I might be
Mine oor, and legacy.
I ;tell her anon,
t myself,quot; t is you, not I,
quot; Did kill me,quot; and w me die,
I bid me send my , when I was gone ;
But I alas ! could there find none ;
s should lie,
It killd me again, t I rue
In life, in my last will should cozen you.
Yet I found somet,
But colours it, and corners had ;
It good, it bad,
It ire to none, and few ;
As good as could be made by art
It seemd, and therefore for our loss be sad.
I meant to send t instead of mine,
But O ! no man could , for thine.