MARK but this,
tle t w me is ;
It suckd me first, and nohee,
And in two bloods mingled be.
t t t be said
A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead ;
Yet t woo,
And pamperd swo ;
And than we would do.
O stay, three lives in one flea spare,
, yea, more than married are.
this
Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is.
ts grudge, and you, ,
And cloisterd in t.
t to kill me,
Let not to t self-murder added be,
And sacrilege, three.
Cruel and sudden, thou since
Purpled thy nail in blood of innocence?
y be,
Except in t drop hee?
Yet triump, and sayst t thou
Findst not the weaker now.
tis true ; then learn how false fears be ;
Just so muc to me,
ill e, as took life from thee.
I ONDER by my trot thou and I
Did, till ill then ?
But suckd on country pleasures, childishly ?
Or snorted he Seven Sleepers den ?
t this, all pleasures fancies be ;
If ever any beauty I did see,
, t a dream of thee.
And noo our waking souls,
c one anot of fear ;
For love all love of ots controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone ;
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown ;
Let us possess one world ; each one, and is one.
My face in thine in mine appears,
And true plain s do in t ;
ter hemispheres
it s declining ?
ever dies, mixd equally ;
If our thou and I
Love so alike t none can slacken, none can die.
GO and catcar,
Get ,
tell me w years are,
Or ,
teaco hear mermaids singing,
Or to keep off envys stinging,
And find
wind
Serves to advance an mind.
If t born to strange sights,
to see,
Ride ten ts,
till age snow we hee,
turnst, tell me,
All strange befell thee,
And swear,
No where
Lives a rue and fair.
If t one, let me know,
Suc;
Yet do not, I go,
t next door we mig,
true, w her,
And last, till you e your letter,
Yet she
ill be
False, ere I come, to three.
NO t loved me one whole day,
to-morro thou say ?
ilt tedate some new-made vow ?
Or say t now
e are not just those persons which we were ?
Or t oatial fear
Of Love, and h, any may forswear ?
Or, as true deatrue marriages untie,
So lovers contracts, images of those,
Bind but till sleep, deathem unloose ?
Or, your oo justify,
For having purposed change and falsehood, you
Can falseo be true ?
Vain lunatic, against these scapes I could
Dispute, and conquer, if I would ;
ain to do,
For by to-morrooo.
I hing
thies did ;
And yet a braver th spring,
o keep t hid.
It madness noo impart
tone,
to cut it, can find none.
So, if I noer this,
Others—because no more
Sucuff to here is—
ould love but as before.
But hin
hes,
For he who color loves, and skin,
Loves but t clothes.
If, as I have, you also do
Virtue in woman see,
And dare love t, and say so too,
And forget the he and She ;
And if though plac鑔 so,
From profane men you hide,
ow,
Or, if they do, deride ;
thing
thies did ;
And a braver thence will spring,
o keep t hid.
BUSY old fool, unruly Sun,
thus,
tains, call on us ?
Must to tions lovers seasons run ?
Saucy pedantic ch, go chide
Late scices,
Go tell court-smen t the king will ride,
Call country ants to offices ;
Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime,
Nor ime.
trong
think ?
I could eclipse and cloud th a wink,
But t I lose so long.
If blinded thine,
Look, and to-morroe tell me,
h Indias of spice and mine
Be th me.
Ask for t yesterday,
And t ;All ;
Sates, and all princes I ;
Nothing else is ;
Princes do but play us ; compared to this,
All h alchemy.
t half as happy as we,
In t tracted thus ;
ties be
to s done in warming us.
So us, and t everywhere ;
ter is, thy sphere.
I CAN love both fair and brown ;
s, and betrays ;
, and her who masks and plays ;
ry formd, and wown ;
ries ;
ill h spongy eyes,
And her who is dry cork, and never cries.
I can love her, and her, and you, and you ;
I can love any, so s true.
ill no otent you ?
ill it not serve your turn to do as did your mothers ?
Or , and no others ?
Or dot men are true torment you ?
O , be not you so ;
Let me—and do you—ty know ;
Rob me, but bind me not, and let me go.
Must I, ravel thorough you,
Gro, because you are true ?
Venus his song ;
And by loves sest part, variety, she swore,
S till no it should be so no more.
S, examined, and returnd ere long,
And said, quot;Alas ! some three
Poor ics in love there be,
o stablisancy.
But I old true,
You srue to to you. quot;