As I had thought it was,
But O ! self-traitor, I do bring
True paradise, I have the serpent brought.
Receive such balms as else cure every thing.
Rackd carcasses make ill anatomies.
And yet no greater, but more eminent,
Some senseless piece of this place be ;
Vandals and Goths invade us,
Hither with crystal phials, lovers, come,
Who, though from heart and eyes,
The spider Love, which transubstantiates all,
How thine may out-endure
ILL tell thee now (dear love) what thou shalt do
Her who from Pindar could allure,
To all whom loves subliming fire invades,
Schools might learn sciences, spheres music, angels verse.
He that but tastes, he that devours,
Though they new lovers choose ;
Here more than in their books may lawyers find,
Both by what titles mistresses are ours,
And how prerogative these states devours,
To future rebels, if th unborn
In both they do excel
Love, and their art, alike it deadly wounds,
If to consider what tis, one proceed.
Such in Loves warfare is my case ;
With more, not only be no quintessence,
As he removes far off, that great heights takes ;
But absence tries how long this love will be ;
Only to lock up, or else to let them fall?
For ill is ill, and good good still ;
Which wee may neither hate, nor love,
But one, and then another prove,
As we shall find our fancy bent.
There the faith of any ground
And her, whose book (they say) Homer did find, and name.
Are sun, moon, or stars by law forbidden
That we may neither love, nor hate,
And melt both poles at once, and store
Except that he Loves minion were.
I must confess, it could not choose but be
I SCARCE believe my love to be so pure
Vicissitude, and season, as the grass ;
Methinks I lied all winter, when I swore
But if this medicine, love, which cures all sorrow
Excess of joy would wake me, and camest then,
Love by the spring is grown ;
Or built fair houses, set trees, and arbours,
But we are made worse than those.
For they are all concentric unto thee ;
And though each spring do add to love new heat,
No winter shall abate this spring抯 increase.
Their souls exhaled with what they do not see ;
Would for a given soul give something too.
For them which were their own before ;
To falsify a tear, or sigh, or vow ;
So they deserve nor blame, nor praise.
Give me thy weakness, make me blind,
Let me not know that others know
Who doth not fling away the shell?
Can call vowd men from cloisters, dead from tombs,
Here Loves divines—since all divinity
Perchance as torches, which must ready be,
Good is as visible as green,
Kill, and dissect me, Love ; for this
And her, through whose help Lucan is not lame,
If on womankind he might his anger wreak ;
Who eer riggd fair ships to lie in harbours,
And not to seek lands, or not to deal with all?
Good is not good, unless
A thousand it possess,
For, though mind be the heaven, where love doth sit,
For this Love is enraged with me,
As in the Bible some can find out alchemy.
—For thou lovest truth—an angel, at first sight ;
Therefore thou wakedst me wisely ; yet
Enter these arms, for since thou thoughtst it best,
Thou camest to kindle, gost to come ; then I
Thine eyes, and not thy noise waked me ;
Beauty a convenient type may be to figure it.
Profane, to think thee any thing but thee.
Thou art not thou.
But they are ours as fruits are ours ;
Alas ! hearts do not in eyes shine,
If mixture it of fear, shame, honour have ;
Men light and put out, so thou dealst with me ;