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Again! till these two lights be four:
No error here can dangerous prove : Thy passion, man, deceiv'd thee more;
None double see like men in love.
[Extract from “ The Spring."]
Though you be absent here, I needs must say The trees as beauteous are, and flowers as gay
As ever they were wont to be:
Nay, the birds' rural music too
As if they sung to pleasure you.
* * * * *
.. [From “ The Request.”]
I ASK not one in whom all beauties grow
Let me but love, whate'er she be,
She cannot seem deform'd to me;
That happy * thing a lover grown,
But do not touch my heart, and so be gone:
Strike deep thy burning arrows in :
Lukewarmness I account a sin As great in love as in religion.
Come arm'd with flames, for I would prove All the extremities of mighty love!
[From “ Not fair.")
'Tis very true, I thought you once as fair
As women in th' idea are: Whatever here seems beauteous, seem'd to be
But a faint metaphor of thee. But then, methought, there something shin’d within
Which cast this lustre o'er thy skin.
But since I knew thy falsehood, and thy pride, And all thy thousand faults beside ;
*" When I'm that."--Ed. 1647.
A very Moor, methinks, plac'd near to thee,
White as his teeth would seem to be;
Nay, when the world but knows how false you are,
There's not a man will think you fair.
[From "The Change.”]
Love in her sunny eyes does basking play,
Love walks the pleasant mazes of her hair, Love does on both her lips for ever stray,
And sows and reaps a thousand kisses there. In all her outward parts Love's always seen ;But oh! he never went within.
(From “ The Soul.”]
IF mine eyes do e'er declare
If my abused touch allow
May I as worthless seem to thee,
If I ever anger know,
If ever I an hope admit,
If any passion of my heart,
[From “The Wish,"]
Well, then; I now do plainly see
The very honey of all earthly joy
And they, methinks, deserve my pity,
Of this great hive, the city,
Ah! yet, ere I descend to th’ grave,
And a few friends, and many books, both true,
And (since Love ne'er will from me flee,)