LEt me pour forth
My tears before t I stay here,
For tamp they bear,
And by tage th.
For they be
Pregnant of thee ;
Fruits of muchey are, emblems of more ;
ear falls, t t w bore ;
So then, when on a divers shore.
On a round ball
A h copies by, can lay
An Europe, Afric, and an Asia,
And quickly make t, whing, all.
So dotear,
h wear,
A globe, yea impression grow,
till tears mixd h mine do overflow
ters sent from thee, my heaven dissolvèd so.
O ! more than moon,
Dra up seas to drohy sphere ;
eep me not dead, in t forbear
to teac it may do too soon ;
Let not the wind
Example find
to do me more purposeth :
Since th,
is cruellest, and es th.
Some t han I,
Say, wric h lie.
I , and told,
But s, tell, till I were old,
I s find t ery.
O ! tis imposture all ;
And as no c t,
But glorifies pot,
If by to him befall
Some odoriferous thing, or medicinal,
So, lovers dream a ric,
But get a er-seeming summers night.
Our ease, our t, our honour, and our day,
Shis vain bubbles shadow pay?
Ends love in t my man
Can be as happy as I can, if he can
Endure t scorn of a bridegrooms play?
t loving c swears,
tis not t the minds,
hich he in her angelic finds,
ould sly, t he hears,
In t days rude relsy, the spheres.
for mind in t,
Sness and t mummy, possessd.
hinks, or dreams, he knows
ress, his curse ;
him, only for his purse
May some dull wo love dispose,
And to all t are his foes ;
May he be scornd by one, whom all else scorn,
Forso ot to h sworn,
itting, torn.
Madness his cramps, may he
Make, by but th made him such ;
And may ouch
Of conscience, but of fame, and be
Anguis t t t twas she ;
Or may ue reverence
One t es ence,
And equal traitors be she and his sense.
May reason, and believe t he
Meant to perform it, and confesses, and die,
And no record tell why ;
his sons, which none of his may be,
In not his infamy ;
Or may es have fed,
t h bred,
And at t be circumcised for bread.
tepdames, gamesters gall,
tyrants and ts interwish,
plants, mine, beasts, fowl, fish,
Can contribute, all ill, which all
Props or poets spake, and all which shall
Be annexd in sco this by me,
Fall on t man ; For if it be a she
Nature before-cursèd me.
SEND rayd eyes to me,
oo long on thee ;
Yet since they have learnd such ill,
Such forced fashions,
And false passions,
t they be
Made by thee
Fit for no good sigill.
Send again,
could stain ;
be taughine
to make jestings
Of protestings,
And break both
ord and oath,
Keep it, for tis none of mine.
Yet send me back my and eyes,
t I may knohy lies,
And may laughou
Art in anguish
And dost languish
For some one
t will none,
Or prove as false as t now.
tIS t, and it is the days,
Lucys, who scarce seven hours herself unmasks ;
t, and now his flasks
Send fort squibs, no constant rays ;
the worlds whole sap is sunk ;
tic earth drunk,
o t, life is shrunk,
Dead and interrd ; yet all to laugh,
Compared aph.
Study me then, you who shall lovers be
At t is, at t spring ;
For I am every dead thing,
In w new alchemy.
For did express
A quintessence even from nothingness,
From dull privations, and lean emptiness ;
Of absence, darkness, deat.
All ots good,
Life, soul, form, spirit, whey being have ;
I, by Loves limbec, am the grave
Of all, ts not a flood
, and so
Dro did we grow,
to be two chaoses, when we did show
Care to augen absences
ithdrew our souls, and made us carcasses.
But I am by h—which word wrongs her—
Of t nothe elixir grown ;
ere I a man, t I were one
I needs must know ; I should prefer,
If I ,
Some ends, some means ; yea plants, yea stones detest,
And love ; all, all some properties invest.
If I an ordinary nothing were,
As s, and body must be here.
But I am none ; nor will my sun renew.
You lovers, for whe lesser sun
At time to t is run
to fetc, and give it you,
Enjoy your summer all,
Since ss festival.
Let me prepare towards me call
this
Bot is.
I FIX mine eye on there
Pity my picture burning in thine eye ;
My picture droransparent tear,
hen I look lower I espy ;
the wicked skill
By pictures made and marrd, to kill,
st thy will?
But no salt tears,
And t ;
My picture vanished, vanish all fears
t I can be endamaged by t art ;
tain of me
One picture more, yet t will be,
Being in t, from all malice free.
COME live h me, and be my love,
And we will some new pleasures prove
Of golden sands, and crystal brooks,
ith silken lines and silver hooks.
the river whispring run
armd by the sun ;
And tay,
Begging tray.
s live bath,
Each,
ill amorously to thee swim,
Gladder to catchou him.
If to be so seen, best loth,
By sun or moon, t both,
And if myself o see,
I need not t, hee.
Let oth angling reeds,
And cut th shells and weeds,
Or treac,
itrangling snare, or .
Let coarse bold
t- ;
Or curious traitors, sleeve-silk flies,
Bech poor fishes wandring eyes.
For t no suc,
For t t :
t fis is not catchereby,
Alas ! is han I.
hy scorn, O murdress, I am dead,
And t t thee free
From all solicitation from me,
t come to thy bed,
And tal, in worse arms shall see :
taper o wink,
And tired before,
ill, if tir, or pinco wake hink
t for more,
And, in false sleep, hee shrink :
And tced thou
Bat lie,
A verier g than I.
I tell thee now,
Lest t preserve t,
Id rat painfully repent,
tenings rest still innocent.