ark mad, whoever says,
t h been in love an hour,
Yet not t love so soon decays,
But t it ten in less space devour ;
ho will believe me, if I swear
t I he plague a year?
laug me, if I should say
I saw a flash of powder burn a day?
A a trifle is a ,
If oo loves e !
All ot
to ot some ;
to us, but us love draws ;
he swallows us and never chaws ;
By , whole ranks do die ;
yrant pike, our s the fry.
If t so, w did bee
Of my hee?
I broug into the room,
But from th me.
If it o thee, I know
Mine o show
More pity unto me ; but Love, alas !
At one first blow did s as glass.
Yet noto nothing fall,
Nor any place be empty quite ;
t h all
till, t unite ;
And now, as broken glasses show
A hundred lesser faces, so
My rags of like, wish, and adore,
But after one such love, love no more.
hERE, like a pillow on a bed,
A pregnant bank so rest
ts reing head,
Sat .
Our ed
By a fast balm, whence did spring ;
Our eye-beams ted, and did thread
Our eyes upon one double string.
So to engraft our
as all to make us one ;
And pictures in our eyes to get
as all our propagation.
As, t te
Suspends uain victory,
Our souls—ate,
ere go— her and me.
And iate there,
e like sepulcatues lay ;
All day, tures were,
And he day.
If any, so by love refined,
t ood,
And by good love were grown all mind,
it distaood,
which soul spake,
Because bot, bothe same—
Migion take,
And part far purer than he came.
tasy doth unperplex
(e said) and tell us w we love ;
e see by t sex ;
e see, , w did move :
But as all several souls tain
Mixture of t w,
Love th mix again,
And makes bot.
A single violet transplant,
trengthe size—
All w—
Redoubles still, and multiplies.
her so
Interanimates two souls,
t abler soul, wh flow,
Defects of loneliness trols.
e this new soul, know,
Of w we are posed, and made,
For tomies of which we grow
Are souls, whom no ge invade.
But, O alas ! so long, so far,
Our bodies why do we forbear?
t we ; we are
telligehe spheres.
e ohus
Did us, to us, at first vey,
Yielded to us,
Nor are dross to us, but allay.
On man so,
But t it first imprints the air ;
For soul into the soul may flow,
t to body first repair.
As our blood labours to beget
Spirits, as like souls as it ;
Because suit
t subtle knot, which makes us man ;
So must pure lovers souls desd
to affes, and to faculties,
hich sense may read apprehend,
Else a great prin prison lies.
to our bodies turn so
eak men on love reveald may look ;
Loves mysteries in souls do grow,
But yet the body is his book.
And if some lover, such as we,
his dialogue of one,
Let ill mark us, he shall see
Small co bodies gone.
I LONG to talk ,
he god of love was born.
I ot t ,
Sunk so loo love one which did s.
But siiny,
And t viature, , lets it be,
I must love loves not me.
Sure, t not so much,
Nor ised it.
But ouch,
ly to fit
Actives to passives. Correspondency
Only ot be
Love, till I love her, who loves me.
But every mod end
prerogative as far as Jove.
te, to lust, to e to, to end,
All is the god of love.
O ! yranny
to ungod t could not be
I s me.
Rebel and at too, why murmur I,
As t t t love could do?
Love mig try
A deeper plague, to make oo ;
o see.
Falsee ; and t must be,
If she whom I love, should love me.
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