A VALEDI OF WEEPING.
LET me pour forth
My tears before thy face, whilst I stay here,
For thy face s them, and thy stamp they bear,
And by this mihey are something worth.
For thus they be
Pregnant of thee ;
Fruits of much grief they are, emblems of more ;
When a tear falls, that thou fallst which it bore ;
So thou and I are nothing then, when on a divers shore.
On a round ball
A workman, that hath copies by, lay
An Europe, Afrid an Asia,
And quickly make that, which was nothing, all.
So doth each tear,
Which thee doth wear,
A globe, yea world, by that impression grow,
Till thy tears mixd with mine do overflow
This world, by waters sent from thee, my heaven dissolvèd so.
O ! more than moon,
Draw not up seas to drown me in thy sphere ;
Weep me not dead, in thine arms, but forbear
To teach the sea, what it may do too soon ;
Let not the wind
Example find
To do me more harm than it purposeth :
Sihou and I sigh one anothers breath,
Whhs most is cruellest, and hastes the others death.
LOVES ALCHEMY.
Some that have deeper diggd loves mihan I,
Say, where his tric happiness doth lie.
I have loved, and got, and told,
But should I love, get, tell, till I were old,
I should not find that hidden mystery.
O ! tis imposture all ;
And as no chemic yet th elixir got,
But glorifies his pregnant pot,
If by the way to him befall
Some odoriferous thing, or medial,
So, lovers dream a rid long delight,
But get a winter-seeming summers night.
Our ease, our thrift, our honour, and our day,
Shall we for this vain bubbles shadow pay?
Ends love in this, that my man
be as happy as I , if he
Ehe short s of a bridegrooms play?
That loving wretch that swears,
Tis not the bodies marry, but the minds,
Which he in her angelids,
Would swear as justly, that he hears,
In that days rude hoarse minstrelsy, the spheres.
Hope not for mind in women ; at their best,
Sweetness and wit they are, but mummy, possessd.
THE CURSE.
WHuesses, thinks, or dreams, he knows
Who is my mistress, wither by this curse ;
Him, only for his purse
May some dull whore to love dispose,
And then yield unto all that are his foes ;
May he be sd by one, whom all else s,
Forswear to others, what to her he hath sworn,
With fear of missing, shame of getting, torn.
Madness his sorrow, gout his cramps, may he
Make, by but thinking who hath made him such ;
And may he feel no touch
Of sce, but of fame, and be
Anguishd, not that twas sin, but that twas she ;
Or may he for her virtue reverence
Ohat hates him only for impotence,
And equal traitors be she and his sense.
May he dream treason, and believe that he
Meant to perform it, and fesses, and die,
And no record tell why ;
His sons, whione of his may be,
I nothing but his infamy ;
Or may he so long parasites have fed,
That he would faiheirs whom he hath bred,
And at the last be circumcised for bread.
The venom of all stepdames, gamesters gall,
What tyrants and their subjects interwish,
lants, mine, beasts, fowl, fish,
tribute, all ill, which all
Prophets or poets spake, and al