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His drink was counterfeit, as was his meat;
Whatever she would dictate, I writ that,
Thus I reclaim'd my buzzard love to fly
Berone I sign my last gasp, let me breathc,
Great Love, some legacies; I here bequeath
Mine eyes to Argus, if mine eyes can see :
If they be blind, then, Love, I give them thee;
My tongue to Fame; t” ambassadors mine ears;
By making me love her who 'd twenty more, That I should give to none, but such as had too much before.
My constancy I to the planets give;
Mine ingenuity and openness
My faith I give to Roman Catholics;
I give my reputation to those
Which were my friends; mine industry to foes;
To schoolmen I bequeath my doubtfulness;
My sickness to physicians, or excess;
To Nature all that I in rhyme have writ;
And to my company my wit.
Her, who begot this love in me before,
Taught'st me to make, as though I gave, when I do
To him, for whom the passing-bell next tolls,
In vant of bread; to them, which pass among
Therefore, I'll give no more, but I'll undo
The world by dying ; because Love dies too.
Then all your beauties will be no more worth
Than gold in mines, where none doth draw it forth;
And all your graces no more use shall have,
Than a sun-dial in a grave. Thou, Love, taught'st me, by making me Love her, who doth neglect both me and thee, T” invent and practise this one way, t'annihilate all three.
Little think'st thou, poor flower,
Whom I have watch'd six or seven days, And seen thy birth, and seen what every hour Gave to thy growth, thee to this height to raise, And now dost laugh and triumph on this bough,
Little think'st thou
That it will freeze anon, and that I shall
Little think'st thou (poor heart,
That labourest yet to nestle thee,
And hop'st her stiffness by long siege to bow:)
That thou to-morrow, ere the Sun doth wake,
Must with this Sun and me a journey take.
SHE's dead, and all, which die, To their first elements resolve : And we were mutual elements to us, And made of one another. My body then doth her’s involve, And those things, whereof I consist, hereby In me abundant grow and burthenous, And nourish not, but smother. My fire of passion, sighs of air, Water of tears, and earthy sad despair, Which my materials be, (But near worn out by love's security,) She, to my loss, doth by her death repair; And I might live long wretched so, But that my fire doth with my fuel grow. Now as those active kings, Whose foreign conquest treasure brings, Receive more, and spend more, and soonest break, This (which I’m amaz'd that I can speak) This death hath with my store My use increas'd. And so my soul, more earnestly releas'd, Will outstrip her’s : as bullets flown before, A later bullet may o'ertake, the powder being more
Thou art not so black as my heart, Nor half so brittle as her heart thou art; What would'st thou say shall both our properties by thee be spoke Nothing more endless, nothing sooner broke.
Marriage rings are not of this stuff; Oh! why should aught less precious, or less tough, Figure our loves? except in thy name thou have bid it say, [away.” “I’m cheap, and naught but fashion, fling m”
Yet stay with me, since thou art come, Circle this finger's top, which did'st her thumb: Be justly proud, and gladly safe, that thou dost dwell with me; [thee. She that, oh! broke her faith, would soon break