IX
Can it be rigo give w I can give ?
to let t beneatears
As salt as mine, and he sighing years
Re-sigive
t smiles wo live
For all tions ? O my fears,
t t ! e are not peers,
So to be lovers; and I own, and grieve,
t givers of sucs as mine are, must
Be counted , alas !
I soil t,
Nor breathy Venice-glass,
Nor give t.
Beloved, I only love t it pass.