Who will believe me, if I swear
To ungod this child again, it could not be
I saw a flash of powder burn a day?
Ah, what a trifle is a heart,
We owe them thanks, because they thus
A deeper plague, to make her love me too ;
They come to us, but us love draws ;
I brought a heart into the room,
If it had gone to thee, I know
Small change when were to bodies gone.
At one first blow did shiver it as glass.
To affections, and to faculties,
Therefore I think my breast hath all
A hundred lesser faces, so
My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore,
I should love her, who loves not me.
A pregnant bank swelld up, to rest
But from the room I carried none with me.
Were gone out—hung twixt her and me.
And whilst our souls negotiate there,
We like sepulchral statues lay ;
Our hands were firmly cemented
Our eyes upon one double string.
(We said) and tell us what we love ;
If twere not so, what did become
Love these mixd souls doth mix again,
We see, we saw not, what did move :
He swallows us and never chaws ;
When love with one another so
We then, who are this new soul, know,
Of what we are composed, and made,
Are souls, whom no change can invade.
Have heard this dialogue of one,
Th intelligences, they the spheres.
Yielded their senses force to us,
And we said nothing, all the day.
For soul into the soul may flow,
As our blood labours to beget
That subtle knot, which makes us man ;
Else a great prince in prison lies.
Interanimates two souls,
Weak men on love reveald may look ;
Actives to passives. Correspondency
But yet the body is his book.
Let him still mark us, he shall see
I must love her that loves not me.
That abler soul, which thence doth flow,
I cannot think that he, who then loved most,
Only his subject was ; it cannot be
His vast prerogative as far as Jove.
Our eye-beams twisted, and did thread
Defects of loneliness controls.
Suspends uncertain victory,
Love might make me leave loving, or might try
Which sense may reach and apprehend,