Or chide my palsy, or my gout ;

My five gray hairs, or ruind fortune flout ;

A pattern of your love."

But come bad chance,

Inflamed by thee,

But believe that I shall make

Speedier journeys, since I take

By feigned deaths to die.

The ground, thy heart, is mine ; what ever shall

But sighst my soul away ;

And at next nine

Alive, neer parted be.

Let not thy divining heart

New love created be by other men,

And by these hymns, all shall approve

If in thine my life thou waste,

Grow there, dear, I should have it all.

When thou weepst, unkindly kind,

So made such mirrors, and such spies,

Mysterious by this love.

Then fear not me,

Thus to use myself in jest

Though it be but an hour ago

Or citys quelque-choses ; let not report

What merchants ships have my sighs drownd?

It was not good, it was not bad,

But since that I

Grief brought to numbers cannot be so fierce,

All was but all, which thou hadst then ;

One that love me.

Nor can intreat one other tear to fall ;

Sighs, tears, and oaths, and letters I have spent ;

It stays at home, and thou with losing savest it ;

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Grief, which verse did restrain.

When did the heats which my veins fill

Soldiers find wars, and lawyers find out still

You, to whom love was peace, that now is rage ;

Thou canst not every day give me thy heart,

Our legend be, it will be fit for verse ;

Do thy will then ; then subject and degree

The maid, and tell the lady of that delay ;

That if good fortune fall,

Itself oer us to advance.

Destiny may take thy part,

I thought, if I could draw my pains

Alas ! alas ! whos injured by my love?

Nor half so short a way ;

If thine own honour, or my shame and pain,

By us ; we two being one, are it ;

When did my colds a forward spring remove?

Yet no more can be due to me,

Cannot add another hour,

The phoenix riddle hath more wit

He hath no desire nor sense,

When I had rippd, and searchd where hearts should lie,

But I alas ! could there find none ;

But if in thy heart since there be or shall

It killd me again, that I who still was true

Be one, and one anothers all.

It was entire to none, and few had part ;

But when I have done so,

Or the九九藏书网 kings real, or his stampd face

In whining poetry ;

Call her one, me another fly,

Countries, towns, courts beg from above

Dear, I shall never have thee all.

I can remember yet, that I

Yet I would not have all yet.

And we join to it our strength,

Some man, his art and voice to show,

Through rhymes vexation, I should them allay.

Something did say, and something did bestow ;

Contemplate ; what you will, approve,

The greatest ashes, as half-acre tombs,

And thus invoke us, "You, whom reverend love

I cannot breathe one other sigh, to move,

When with my brown my gray hairs equal be.

For loving, and for saying so

New growth, thou shouldst have new rewards in store ;

Add one more to the plaguy bill?

I meant to send that heart instead of mine,

If thou canst give it, then thou never gavest it ;

Let me think any rivals letter mine,

Thou covet most, at that age thou shalt gain.

Me travel, sojourn, snatch, plot, have, forget,

As well a well-wrought urn becomes

But think that we

In life, in my last will should cozen you.

And yet is here to-day ;

For this love was not vowd by thee.

Then as th earths inward narrow crooked lanes

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And we in us find th eagle and the dove.

They who one another keep

Both are increasèd by such songs,

That they did all to you epitomize—

This bargains good ; if when Im old, I be

Are but turnd aside to sleep.

I am two fools, I know,

Mine own executor, and legacy.

Keep midnights promise ; mistake by the way

In sighs, in oaths, and letters, outbid me,

Or if then thou gavest me all,

Loves riddles are, that though thy heart depart,

If she would not deny ?

Though I be dead, which sent me, I might be

That thou lovest me as thou sayst,

Who did the whole worlds soul contract, and drove

Dear, I shall never have it all ;

But O ! no man could hold it, for twas thine.

Litigious men, which quarrels move,

IF yet I have not all thy love,

And if no piece of chronicle we prove,

With wealth your state, your mind with arts improve ;

Made one anothers hermitage ;

Us canonized for love ;

For he tames it, that fetters it in verse.

For both their triumphs so are published,

But we will have a way more liberal,

That myself," that is you, not I,

Were tapers too, and at our own cost die,

That art the best of me.

That some to me, some九-九-藏-书-网 should to others fall,

But colours it, and corners had ;

But not of such as pleases when tis read.

SWEETEST love, I do not go,

Than changing hearts, to join them ; so we shall

From country grass to confitures of court,

This new love may beget new fears,

Observe his Honour, or his Grace ;

Who says my tears have overflowd his ground?

Forethink me any ill ;

Only let me love none ; no, not the sport

I heard me say, "Tell her anon,

It cannot be

WHEN last I died, and, dear, I die

As often as from thee I go,

Take you a course, get you a place,

Usurious god of love, twenty to thee,

At the last must part, tis best,

I bid me send my heart, when I was gone ;

Doth set and sing my pain ;

We can die by it, if not live by love,

O how feeble is mans power,

And, by delighting many, frees again

And since my love doth every day admit

Than at the bargain made was meant.

For weariness of thee,

Well build in sonnets pretty rooms ;

Into the glasses of your eyes ;

I will allow,

—And lovers hours be full eternity—

It seemd, and therefore for our loss be sad.

Yet I found something like a heart,

We die and rise the same, and prove

Who are a little wise, the best fools

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Spare me till then ; Ill bear it, though she be

He that hath all can have no more ;

Yesternight the sun went hence,

Which have their stocks entire, and can in tears,

And fruit of love, Love, I submit to thee.

Though she and I do love.

Wed never met.

Resume my last years relict ; think that yet

My lifes blood doth decay.

Till then, Love, let my body range, and let

My mind transport.

" Did kill me," and when I felt me die,

Do purge sea waters fretful salt away,

And all my treasure, which should purchase thee,

And may thy fears fulfil.

FOR every hour that thou wilt spare me now,

If then thy gift of love were partial,

And if unfit for tomb or hearse

As good as could be made by art

But wheres that wise man, that would not be I,

Calls what you will, we are made such by love ;

When thou sighst, thou sighst not wind,

So, to one neutral thing both sexes fit.

A fitter love for me ;

So you will let me love.

Nor a lost hour recall ;

FOR Gods sake hold your tongue, and let me love ;

Nor in hope the world can show

And yet it was, thy gift being general ;

More wings and spurs than he.

And I, which was two fools, do so grow three.