Therefore thou waked'st me wisely; yet My dream thou brokest not, but continued'st it. As lightning, or a taper's light, Thine eyes, and not thy noise waked me ; -For thou lovest truth- —an angel, at first sight; And knew'st my thoughts beyond an angel's art, When thou knew'st what I dreamt, when thou knew'st when Excess of joy would wake me, and camest then, I must confess, it could not choose but be Profane, to think thee anything but thee. Coming and staying show'd thee, thee, That love is weak where fear's as strong as he ; If mixture it of fear, shame, honour have; JOHN DONNE SEN THE MESSAGE END home my long-stray'd eyes to me, Yet since there they have learn'd such ill, And false passions, Made by thee Fit for no good sight, keep them still. Send home my harmless heart again, Of protestings, And break both Word and oath, Keep it, for then 'tis none of mine. Yet send me back my heart and eyes, And dost languish For some one That will none, Or prove as false as thou art now. SONG JOHN DONNE Sw WEETEST love, I do not go, Nor in hope the world can show A fitter love for me; But since that I At the last must part, 'tis best, By feigned deaths to die. Yesternight the sun went hence, But believe that I shall make More wings and spurs than he. O how feeble is man's power, But come bad chance, And we join to it our strength, When thou sigh'st, thou sigh'st not wind, My life's blood doth decay. It cannot be That thou lovest me as thou say'st, Are but turn'd aside to sleep. BREAK OF DAY I TAY, O sweet, and do not rise; STA JOHN DONNE The light that shines comes from thine eyes; The day breaks not, it is my heart, Stay, or else my joys will die II 'TIS thou therefore rise from me? Why should we rise because 'tis light? Love, which in spite of darkness brought us hither, Light hath no tongue, but is all eye : And that I loved my heart and honour so, That I would not from him that had them go. Must business thee from hence remove? Oh, that's the worst disease of love. He which hath business, and makes love, doth do PACK, CLOUDS, AWAY 1 PACK, clouds, away, and welcome day, Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow Wake from thy nest, robin-redbreast, Give my fair Love good-morrow! YE To give my Love good-morrow TO PHILLIS 2 THOMAS HEYWOOD E little birds that sit and sing 1 From "The Rape of Lucrece" (1608). 2 From "The Fair Maid of the Exchange" (1607). |