LOVES USURY.
FOR every hour that thou wilt spare me now,
I will allow,
Usurious god of love, twenty to thee,
When with my brown my gray hairs equal be.
Till then, Love, let my be, a
Me travel, sojourn, snatch, plot, have, fet,
Resume my last years relict ; think that yet
Wed never met.
Let me think any rivals letter mine,
And at nine
Keep midnights promise ; mistake by the way
The maid, ahe lady of that delay ;
Only let me love none ; no, not the sport
From try grass to fitures of court,
Or citys quelque-choses ; let not report
My mind transport.
This bargains good ; if when Im old, I be
Inflamed by thee,
If thine own honour, or my shame and pain,
Thou covet most, at that age thou shalt gain.
Do thy will then ; then subjed degree
And fruit of love, Love, I submit to thee.
Spare me till then ; Ill bear it, though she be
Ohat love me.
THE IZATION.
Fods sake hold your tongue, a me love ;
Or chide my palsy, or my gout ;
My five gray hairs, or ruind fortune flout ;
With wealth your state, your mind with arts improve ;
Take you a course, get you a place,
Observe his Honour, or his Grace ;
Or the kings real, or his stampd face
plate ; what you will, approve,
So you will let me love.
Alas ! alas ! whos injured by my love?
What merts ships have my sighs drownd?
Who says my tears have overflowd his ground?
When did my colds a forward spring remove?
When did the heats which my veins fill
Add one more to the plaguy bill?
Soldiers find wars, and lawyers find out still
Litigious men, which quarrels move,
Though she and I do love.
Calls what you will, we are made such by love ;
Call her one, me another fly,
Were tapers too, and at our own cost die,
And we in us find th eagle and the dove.
The phoenix riddle hath more wit
By us ; we two being one, are it ;
So, to oral thing both sexes fit.
We die and rise the same, and prove
Mysterious by this love.
We die by it, if not live by love,
And if unfit for tomb or hearse
e will be fit for verse ;
And if no piece of icle we prove,
Well build in sos pretty rooms ;
As well a well-wrought urn bees
The greatest ashes, as half-acre tombs,
And by these hymns, all shall approve
Us ized for love ;
And thus invoke us, "You, whom reverend love
Made one anothers hermitage ;
You, to whom love eace, that now is rage ;
Who did the whole worlds soul tract, and drove
Into the glasses of your eyes ;
So made such mirrors, and such spies,
That they did all to you epitomize—
tries, towns, courts beg from above
A pattern of your love."
THE TRIPLE FOOL.
I am two fools, I know,
For loving, and for saying so
In whining poetry ;
But wheres that wise man, that would not be I,
If she would not deny ?
Then as th earths inward narrow crooked lanes
De sea waters fretful salt away,
I thought, if I could draw my pains
Through rhymes vexation, I should them allay.
Grief brought to numbers ot be so fierce,
For he tames it, that fetters it in verse.
But when I have done so,
Some man, his art and voice to show,
Doth set and sing my pain ;