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,    lay

        An Europe, Afrid 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 :

        Sih,

        is cruellest, ah.

        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 medial,

        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

        be as happy as I , if he

        E s of a bridegrooms play?

        t loving c swears,

        tis not t the minds,

        hich he in her angelids,

        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 sd by one, whom all else s,

        Forso ot to h sworn,

        itting, torn.

        Madness    his cramps, may he

        Make, by but th made him such ;

        And may ouch

        Of sce, but of fame, and be

        Anguis t t t twas she ;

        Or may ue reverence

        O es ence,

        And equal traitors be she and his sense.

        May reason, and believe t he

        Meant to perform it, and fesses, and die,

        And no record tell why ;

        his sons, whione 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,

        tribute, 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 sihey 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 stant rays ;

        the worlds whole sap is sunk ;

        tic earth drunk,

        o t, life is shrunk,

        Dead and interrd ; yet all to laugh,

        pared 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 leainess ;

        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 i.

        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 fetd 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    be endamaged by t art ;

        tain of me

        One picture more, yet t will be,

        Being in t, from all malice free.

        E 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 see 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 s, O murdress, I am dead,

        And t t thee free

        From all solicitation from me,

        t e 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 i.
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