AS virtuous men pass mildly away,
And o go,
some of their sad friends do say,
quot;No;No.quot;
So let us melt, and make no noise,
No tear-floods, nor sigempests move ;
tion of our joys
to tell ty our love.
Moving of th brings harms and fears ;
Men reckon did, and meant ;
But trepidation of the spheres,
ter far, is innocent.
Dull sublunary lovers love
— admit
Of absence, cause it doth remove
ted it.
But we by a love so much refined,
t ourselves kno is,
Inter-assur鑔 of the mind,
Care less, eyes, lips and o miss.
Our therefore, which are one,
t go, endure not yet
A breac an expansion,
Like gold to aery t.
If two so
As stiff two ;
t, makes no show
to move, but dother do.
And t in tre sit,
Yet, wh roam,
It leans, and er it,
And gro, as t comes home.
Suc to me, w,
Like t, obliquely run ;
t,
And makes me end where I begun.