I Which me in mind of my slack service puts ; To close with thee, let mine eyes never close. LOVING THESE ALSO F there were, O! an Hellespont of cream Between us, milk-white Mistress! I would swim To you, to show to both my love's extreme, Leander-like, yea! dive from brim to brim. Floating upon 't, that would I make my boat It like a plank should bear me to your quays. JOHN DONNE BREAK OF DAY TAY, O SWEET! and do not rise! STAY, The light that shines comes from thine eyes : The day breaks not; it is my heart, Because that you and I must part. Stay! or else my joys will die, 'Tis true, 'tis day: what though it be? Light hath no tongue, but is all eye: And that I loved my heart and honour so Must business thee from hence remove? Oh, that's the worst disease of love. Admit, but not the busied man. He which hath business, and makes love, doth do Such wrong as when a married man should woo. THE FUNERAL WHOEVER HOEVER comes to shroud me, do not harm That subtle wreath of hair about mine arm! The mystery, the sign you must not touch: Viceroy to that which, unto heaven being gone, And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution. For if the sinewy thread my brain lets fall Can tie those parts and make me one of all, Those hairs, which upward grew and strength and art Have from a better brain, Can better do 't: except she mean'd that I As prisoners then are manacled, when they're condemn'd to die. Whate'er she mean'd by 't, bury it with me! Love's Martyr, it might breed idolatry T'afford to it all that a soul can do, So 'tis some bravery That, since you would have none of me, I bury some of you. EPITHALAMION UP! youths and virgins! up, and praise The God whose nights outshine his days! Could never boast of brighter lights, Two of your troop, that with the morn were free, Shine, Hesperus! shine forth, thou wished star! What joy or honours can compare Made out of equal parts Of years, of states, of hands, of hearts; The spouse and spousèd have the foremost voice? Such, glad of Hymen's war, Live what they are And long perfection see: And such ours be. Shine, Hesperus! shine forth, thou wished star! The solemn state of this one night But there are rites behind Have less of state and more of kind: Love's wealthy crop of kisses, And fruitful harvest of his mother's blisses. Sound then to Hymen's war! That what these are, Who will perfection see May haste to be. Shine, Hesperus! shine forth, thou wished star! Love's Commonwealth consists of toys; Games, Laughter, Sports, Delights, For now their reign begins, and lasts till day. And in that jar Make all, that married be, Shine, Hesperus! shine forth, thou wished star! Why stays the bridegroom to invade Her that would be a matron made? Good-night! whilst yet we may Good-night to you a virgin say. To-morrow rise the same Your mother is, and use a nobler name! |