hEN my grave is broke up again

        Some sed guest to eain,

        —Fraves    woman-head,

        to be to more than one a bed—

        And    digs it, spies

        A bracelet    the bone,

        ill    let us alone,

        And t there a loving couple lies,

        t t be some way

        to make t t busy day

        Meet at ttle stay?

        If time, or land,

        ion doth and,

        t digs us up will bring

        Us to the king,

        to make us relics ; then

        t be a Mary Magdalen, and I

        A somethereby ;

        All women shall adore us, and some men.

        And, si sucime miracles are sought,

        I aught

        miracles we .

        First hfully,

        Yet kne w we loved, nor why ;

        Difference of sex we never knew,

        No more than guardian angels do ;

        ing and going we

        Perc kiss, but not bethose meals ;

        Our ouche seals,

        ure, injured by late las free.

        t now alas !

        All measure, and all language, I should pass,

        Sell w a miracle she was.

        ors kno why,

        And my friends curiosity

        ill    up to survey eac,

        ure in my ,

        You think a sudden damp of love

        ill their senses move,

        And hem as me, and so prefer

        Your murder to the name of massacre,

        Poor victories ; but if you dare be brave,

        And pleasure in your quest have,

        First kill t, your Disdain ;

        Aress    be slain ;

        And like a Goth and Vandal rise,

        Deface records and ories

        Of your os and triumphs over men,

        And    sucage kill me then,

        For I could muster up, as well as you,

        My giants, and my coo,

        stand Seess ;

        But ther look for nor profess ;

        Kill me as    me die

        As a mere man ; do you but try

        Your passive valour, and you shen,

        Naked you have odds enough of any man.

        ShEs dead ; and all which die

        to t elements resolve ;

        And ual elements to us,

        And made of one another.

        My body th hers involve,

        And t hereby

        In me abundant grow, and burdenous,

        And nouris, but smother.

        My fire of passion, sighs of air,

        ater of tears, ahly sad despair,

        erials be,

        But near    by loves security,

        So my loss, doth repair.

        And I migched so,

        But t my fire doth my fuel grow.

        Noive kings

        treasure brings,

        Receive more, and spend more, and soo break,

        t I    speak—

        tore

        My use increased.

        And so my soul, more early released,

        ill outstrip s flown before

        A latter bullet may oertake, the powder being more.

        t not so black as my ,

        Nor tle as , t ;

        ties by thee be spoke,

        —Nothing sooner broke?

        Marriage rings are not of tuff ;

        O less precious, or less tough

        Figure our loves ? except in t say,

        "—Im c but fas;

        Yet stay    e,

        Circle top, w humb ;

        Be justly proud, and gladly safe, t t dh me ;

        S, O ! broke hee.

        I oopd so lohey

        hi an eye, cheek, lip,    prey ;

        Seldom to them which soar no higher

        tue, or to admire.

        For sense and uanding may

        Knoo their fire ;

        My love, though silly, is more brave ;

        For may I miss, wheneer I crave,

        If I kno w I would have.

        If t be simply perfectest,

        hich    by no way be expressd

        But ives, my love is so.

        to all, which all love, I say no.

        If any w,

        —ourselves— know,

        Let eaothis

        As yet my ease and fort is,

        t, I iss.

        tAKE heed of loving me ;

        At least remember, I forbade it thee ;

        Not t I sy e

        Of breatears,

        By being to t to me t ;

        But so great joy our life at owears.

        t trate be,

        If take heed of loving me.

        take ing me,

        Or too mucriumpory ;

        Not t I shall be mine own officer,

        And e e agaialiate ;

        But t lose tyle of queror,

        If I, t, perise.

        t my being nothee,

        If te me, take ing me.

        Yet love and e me too ;

        So tremes sheir office do ;

        Love me, t I may die tler way ;

        e me, because too great for me ;

        Or let t me, decay ;

        So sage, not triumph be.

        Lest te, and me undo,

        O let me live, yet love and e me too.

        SO, so, break off t lamenting kiss,

        h away ;

        turn, t, t    me turn this,

        A ourselves benig day.

        e ask none leave to love ; nor will we owe

        Any so c;Go."

        Go ; and if t e killed thee,

        Ease me oo.

        Or, if it    my word work on me,

        And a just offi a murderer do.

        Except it be too late, to kill me so,

        Being double dead, going, and bidding, "Go."

        FOR my first ty years, since yesterday,

        I scarce believed t be gone away ;

        For forty more I fed on favours past,

        And forty on    t t last ;

        tears drowo ;

        A think nor do,

        Or not divide, all being o of you ;

        Or in a t t too.

        Yet call not t t I

        Am, by being dead, immortal ;    gs die ?

        NO lover saither

        judge a perfect lover ;

        else none    or will agree,

        t any loves but he ;

        I ot say I loved, for who    say

        erday.

        Love , more young than old,

        Deatoo much cold ;

        e die but once, and w did die,

        saith lie ;

        For to move, and stir a while,

        It dothe sense beguile.

        Suc w

        is set,

        Or like t wter

        Leaves bewo er.

        Once I loved and died ; and am now bee

        Miapomb ;

        , and so do I ;

        Love-slain, lo ! here I die.

        SOULS joy, now I am gone,

        And you alone,

        — be,

        Since I must leave myself hee,

        And carry th me—

        Yet wo our eyes

        Absence denies

        Eac,

        And makes to us a stant night,

        o light ;

        O give no o grief,

        But let belief

        Of mutual love

        to the vulgar prove,

        Our bodies, not we move.

        Let not t beweep

        ords but sense deep ;

        For when we miss

        By distance our hopes joining bliss,

        Even then our souls shall kiss ;

        Fools o meet,

        But by t ;

        hy should our clay

        Over our spirits so much sway,

        to tie us to t way?

        O give no o grief, &c.

        yet to prove

        I t ty in love,

        So did I reverence, and gave

        orss at their dying hour

        Call,    name, an unknown power,

        As ignorantly did I crave.

        thus when

        t yet knoed by men,

        Our desires give them fashion, and so

        As they size, grow.

        But, from late fair,

        ting in a golden chair,

        Is not less cared for after three days

        By g which lovers so

        Blindly admire, and h such worship woo ;

        Being    decays ;

        And thence,

        before pleased takes but one sense,

        And t so lamely, as it leaves behind

        A kind of sorroo the mind.

        A we,

        As well as cocks and lions, jod be

        After such pleasures, unless wise

        Nature decreed—since eac, they say,

        Diminish of life a day—

        this ; as she would man should despise

        t,

        Because t ot,

        And only for a minute made to be

        Eager, desires to raise posterity.

        Siny mind

        S desire w no man else    find ;

        Ill no more dote and run

        to pursue things which had endamaged me ;

        And wies be,

        As men do whe summers sun

        Gro,

        tness, s.

        Each place    afford shadows ; if all fail,

        tis but applying o tail.

        StAND still, and I o thee

        A lecture, Love, in Loves philosophy.

        t we ,

        alking wo s

        Along h us, which we ourselves produced.

        But, no above our head,

        e do tread,

        And to brave clearness all things are reduced.

        So    loves did grow,

        Disguises did, and shadows, flow

        From us and our cares ; but nois not so.

        t love    attaind t degree,

        ill dilige others see.

        Except our loves at tay,

        e sher way.

        As t o blind

        Othese whie behind

        ill work upon ourselves, and blind our eyes.

        If our loves faint, and erwardly dee,

        to me thine

        And I to tions shall disguise.

        the m shadows wear away,

        But the day ;

        But O ! loves day is s, if love decay.

        Love is a groant light,

        And    minute, after noon, is night.

        [.]

        IF    ge in you    move,

        You do not love,

        For he fire,

        You sell desire.

        Love is not love, but given free ;

        And so is mine ; so should yours be.

        [D.]

        , t o hers moan,

        to mine is stone.

        rangers eyes to see,

        Joy to wound me.

        Yet I so    eac,

        As—caused by t.

        [.]

        Say ly must be graced

        ite ;

        And t s longing should exceed,

        And raging breed ;

        So her disdains eer offend,

        Unless self-love take private end.

        [D.]

        tis love breeds love in me, and cold disdain

        Kills t again,

        As er causeto fret and fume,

        till all e.

        make,

        t to Loves self for loves own sake?

        Ill never dig in quarry of an

        to ,

        Nor roast in fiery eyes, which always are

        icular.

        his way would a lover prove,

        May sienot his love.

        A froimes for physic good,

        But not for food ;

        And for t raging here is sure

        A gentler cure.

        e end,

        o publid?

        SEND me some tokens, t my hope may live

        Or t my easeless ts may sleep a ;

        Send me some o make s my hive,

        t in my passions I may .

        I beg nor ribbhine own hands,

        to knit our loves in tastic strain

        Of neouco sands

        Of our affe, t, as ts round and plain,

        So s in simplicity ;

        No, nor t enfold,

        Laced up togety,

        to ss s in the same hold ;

        No, nor ture, t gracious,

        And most desired, cause tis like t

        Nor ty lines, w copious,

        itings w addressd.

        Send me nor t, to increase my score,

        But s I love thee, and no more.

        ot c love,

        And strives against it still,

        Never shall my fancy move,

        For    his will ;

        Nor he which is all his own,

        And ot pleasure choose ;

        he    be gone,

        And w refuse ;

        Nor    loves    fair,

        For suc ;

        Nor     for foul ones care,

        For    t ;

        Nor    , for he

        ill make me    or slave ;

        Nor a fool whers —

        her —

        Nor    still ress prays,

        For sherefore ;

        Nor    pays, not, for he says

        ith no more.

        Is then no kind of men

        hom I may freely prove?

        I    t hen

        In mine own self-love.
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