hEN my grave is broke up again

    Some second guest to entertain,

    —For graves  woman-head,

    to be to more than one a bed—

    And  digs it, spies

    A bracelet of brig the bone,

    ill  let us alone,

    And t there a loving couple lies,

    t t be some way

    to make t t busy day

    Meet at ttle stay?

    If time, or land,

    ion doth command,

    t digs us up will bring

    Us to the king,

    to make us relics ; then

    t be a Mary Magdalen, and I

    A somethereby ;

    All women shall adore us, and some men.

    And, since at sucime miracles are sought,

    I aught

    miracles we .

    First hfully,

    Yet kne w we loved, nor why ;

    Difference of sex we never knew,

    No more than guardian angels do ;

    Coming and going we

    Perc kiss, but not bethose meals ;

    Our ouche seals,

    ure, injured by late las free.

    t now alas !

    All measure, and all language, I should pass,

    Sell w a miracle she was.

    ors kno why,

    And my friends curiosity

    ill  up to survey eac,

    ure in my ,

    You think a sudden damp of love

    ill their senses move,

    And hem as me, and so prefer

    Your murder to the name of massacre,

    Poor victories ; but if you dare be brave,

    And pleasure in your conquest have,

    First kill t, your Disdain ;

    And let tress  be slain ;

    And like a Goth and Vandal rise,

    Deface records and ories

    Of your os and triumphs over men,

    And  sucage kill me then,

    For I could muster up, as well as you,

    My giants, and my coo,

    Constancy and Secretness ;

    But ther look for nor profess ;

    Kill me as  me die

    As a mere man ; do you but try

    Your passive valour, and you shen,

    Naked you have odds enough of any man.

    ShEs dead ; and all which die

    to t elements resolve ;

    And ual elements to us,

    And made of one another.

    My body th hers involve,

    And t hereby

    In me abundant grow, and burdenous,

    And nouris, but smother.

    My fire of passion, sighs of air,

    ater of tears, and earthly sad despair,

    erials be,

    But near  by loves security,

    So my loss, doth repair.

    And I migched so,

    But t my fire doth my fuel grow.

    Noive kings

    treasure brings,

    Receive more, and spend more, and soonest break,

    t I can speak—

    tore

    My use increased.

    And so my soul, more earnestly released,

    ill outstrip s flown before

    A latter bullet may oertake, the powder being more.

    t not so black as my ,

    Nor tle as , t ;

    ties by thee be spoke,

    —Nothing sooner broke?

    Marriage rings are not of tuff ;

    O less precious, or less tough

    Figure our loves ? except in t say,

    quot;—Im c but fas;

    Yet stay  come,

    Circle top, w humb ;

    Be justly proud, and gladly safe, t t dh me ;

    S, O ! broke hee.

    I NEVER stoopd so lohey

    hich on an eye, cheek, lip, can prey ;

    Seldom to them which soar no higher

    tue, or to admire.

    For sense and understanding may

    Knoo their fire ;

    My love, though silly, is more brave ;

    For may I miss, wheneer I crave,

    If I kno w I would have.

    If t be simply perfectest,

    hich can by no way be expressd

    But negatives, my love is so.

    to all, which all love, I say no.

    If any w,

    —ourselves—can know,

    Let eac nothis

    As yet my ease and comfort is,

    t, I cannot miss.

    tAKE heed of loving me ;

    At least remember, I forbade it thee ;

    Not t I sy e

    Of breatears,

    By being to t to me t ;

    But so great joy our life at once outwears.

    t trate be,

    If take heed of loving me.

    take ing me,

    Or too mucriumpory ;

    Not t I shall be mine own officer,

    And e e again retaliate ;

    But t lose tyle of conqueror,

    If I, t, perise.

    t my being nothee,

    If te me, take ing me.

    Yet love and e me too ;

    So tremes sheir office do ;

    Love me, t I may die tler way ;

    e me, because too great for me ;

    Or let t me, decay ;

    So sage, not triumph be.

    Lest te, and me undo,

    O let me live, yet love and e me too.

    SO, so, break off t lamenting kiss,

    h away ;

    turn, t, t  me turn this,

    And let ourselves benig day.

    e ask none leave to love ; nor will we owe

    Any so c;Go.quot;

    Go ; and if t e killed thee,

    Ease me oo.

    Or, if it  my word work on me,

    And a just office on a murderer do.

    Except it be too late, to kill me so,

    Being double dead, going, and bidding, quot;Go.quot;

    FOR my first ty years, since yesterday,

    I scarce believed t be gone away ;

    For forty more I fed on favours past,

    And forty on  t t last ;

    tears drowo ;

    A think nor do,

    Or not divide, all being one t of you ;

    Or in a t t too.

    Yet call not t t I

    Am, by being dead, immortal ; can gs die ?

    NO lover saither

    Can judge a perfect lover ;

    else none can or will agree,

    t any loves but he ;

    I cannot say I loved, for who can say

    erday.

    Love , more young than old,

    Deatoo much cold ;

    e die but once, and w did die,

    saith lie ;

    For to move, and stir a while,

    It dothe sense beguile.

    Suc w

    is set,

    Or like t wter

    Leaves bewo er.

    Once I loved and died ; and am now become

    Mine epitapomb ;

    , and so do I ;

    Love-slain, lo ! here I die.

    SOULS joy, now I am gone,

    And you alone,

    — be,

    Since I must leave myself hee,

    And carry th me—

    Yet wo our eyes

    Absence denies

    Eac,

    And makes to us a constant night,

    o light ;

    O give no o grief,

    But let belief

    Of mutual love

    to the vulgar prove,

    Our bodies, not we move.

    Let not t beweep

    ords but sense deep ;

    For when we miss

    By distance our hopes joining bliss,

    Even then our souls shall kiss ;

    Fools o meet,

    But by t ;

    hy should our clay

    Over our spirits so much sway,

    to tie us to t way?

    O give no o grief, amp;c.

    yet to prove

    I t ty in love,

    So did I reverence, and gave

    orss at their dying hour

    Call,  name, an unknown power,

    As ignorantly did I crave.

    thus when

    t yet knoed by men,

    Our desires give them fashion, and so

    As they size, grow.

    But, from late fair,

    ting in a golden chair,

    Is not less cared for after three days

    By ching which lovers so

    Blindly admire, and h such worship woo ;

    Being  decays ;

    And thence,

    before pleased takes but one sense,

    And t so lamely, as it leaves behind

    A kind of sorroo the mind.

    A we,

    As well as cocks and lions, jocund be

    After such pleasures, unless wise

    Nature decreed—since eac, they say,

    Diminish of life a day—

    this ; as she would man should despise

    t,

    Because t ot,

    And only for a minute made to be

    Eager, desires to raise posterity.

    Since so, my mind

    S desire w no man else can find ;

    Ill no more dote and run

    to pursue things which had endamaged me ;

    And wies be,

    As men do whe summers sun

    Gro,

    tness, s.

    Each place can afford shadows ; if all fail,

    tis but applying o tail.

    StAND still, and I o thee

    A lecture, Love, in Loves philosophy.

    t we ,

    alking wo s

    Along h us, which we ourselves produced.

    But, no above our head,

    e do tread,

    And to brave clearness all things are reduced.

    So  loves did grow,

    Disguises did, and shadows, flow

    From us and our cares ; but nois not so.

    t love  attaind t degree,

    ill diligent lest others see.

    Except our loves at tay,

    e sher way.

    As t o blind

    Othese which come behind

    ill work upon ourselves, and blind our eyes.

    If our loves faint, and erwardly decline,

    to me thine

    And I to tions shall disguise.

    the morning shadows wear away,

    But the day ;

    But O ! loves day is s, if love decay.

    Love is a groant light,

    And  minute, after noon, is night.

    [.]

    IF  change in you can move,

    You do not love,

    For he fire,

    You sell desire.

    Love is not love, but given free ;

    And so is mine ; so should yours be.

    [D.]

    , t o hers moan,

    to mine is stone.

    rangers eyes to see,

    Joy to wound me.

    Yet I so  eac,

    As—caused by t.

    [.]

    Say ly must be graced

    ite ;

    And t s longing should exceed,

    And raging breed ;

    So her disdains can neer offend,

    Unless self-love take private end.

    [D.]

    tis love breeds love in me, and cold disdain

    Kills t again,

    As er causeto fret and fume,

    till all consume.

    make,

    t to Loves self for loves own sake?

    Ill never dig in quarry of an

    to ,

    Nor roast in fiery eyes, which always are

    Canicular.

    his way would a lover prove,

    May sience, not his love.

    A froimes for physic good,

    But not for food ;

    And for t raging here is sure

    A gentler cure.

    e end,

    o public tend?

    SEND me some tokens, t my hope may live

    Or t my easeless ts may sleep and rest ;

    Send me some o make s my hive,

    t in my passions I may .

    I beg nor ribbon wroughine own hands,

    to knit our loves in tastic strain

    Of neouco sands

    Of our affection, t, as ts round and plain,

    So s in simplicity ;

    No, nor t enfold,

    Laced up togety,

    to ss s in the same hold ;

    No, nor ture, t gracious,

    And most desired, cause tis like t

    Nor ty lines, w copious,

    itings w addressd.

    Send me nor t, to increase my score,

    But s I love thee, and no more.

    cannot c love,

    And strives against it still,

    Never shall my fancy move,

    For  his will ;

    Nor he which is all his own,

    And cannot pleasure choose ;

    he can be gone,

    And w refuse ;

    Nor  loves none but fair,

    For suc ;

    Nor  can for foul ones care,

    For  t ;

    Nor  , for he

    ill make me  or slave ;

    Nor a fool whers —

    her —

    Nor  still ress prays,

    For sherefore ;

    Nor  pays, not, for he says

    ith no more.

    Is then no kind of men

    hom I may freely prove?

    I  t hen

    In mine own self-love.