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Love's visiBILITY...Looking on HIS MISTRESS,
But you as easily might account, Till to the top of numbers you amount,
As cast up my love's score.
Ten thousand millions was the sum; Millions of endless millions are to come.
Pinsure her beauties cannot greater grow ;
Why should my love do so?
Areal cause at first did move;
ut mine own fancy now drives on my love,
With shadows from itself that flow.
My love, as we in mumbers see,
By cyphers is increas'd eternally,
So the new-made and untry'd ol. above
Took their first turn from th’ hand of Jove;
But are, since that beginning, found
By their own forms to move for ever round.
All violent motions short do prove;
But, by the length, 'tis plaim to see
That love's a motion natural to me,
Wrro much of pain, and all the art I knew,
Have I endeavour'd hitherto
To hide my love, and yet all will not do.
The world perceives it, and, it may be, she ;
Though so discreet and good she be,
By hiding it, to teach that skill to me.
I wonder what the grave and wise
. Think of all us that love;
Whether our pretty fooleries
Their mirth or anger move: -
They understand not breath that wordsdoeswant j
Our sighs to them are insignificant.
One of them saw me, th’ other day,
Touch the dear hand which I admire;
My soul was melting straight away,
And dropt before the fire:
This silly wise-man, who pretends to know, ,
Ask’d why I look'd so pale, and trembled so?
Another, from my mistress' door
saw me with eyes all wat'ry come;
Nor could the hidden cause explore,
But thought some smoke was in the room:
Such ignorance from unwounded learning came;
He knew tears made by smoke, but not by flame,
If learn'd in other things you be,
And have in love no skill,
For God's sake keep your arts from me;
For I'll be ignorant still:
Study or action others may embrace;
My love's my business, and my books her face;
These are but trifles, I confess,
Which me, weak mortal! move;
Nor is your busy seriousness
Less trifling than my love: -
The wisest king, who from his sacred breast
Pronounc'd all vanity, chose it for the best,
Go bid the needle his dear North forsake,
To which with trembling reverence it does
Gobid the stones a journey upwards make;
Go bid th'ambitious flame no more ascend:
And, when these false to their old motions prove;
Then shall I cease thee, thee alone, to love.
The fast-link'd chain of everlasting Fate
Does nothing tie morestrong than metoyou;
My fixt love hangs not on your love or hate, -
But will be still the same, whate'er you do:
You cannot kill my love with your disdain:
Wound it you may, and make it live in pain.
Me, mine example, let the Stoics use, Their sad and cruel doctrine to maintain; Let all predestimators me produce, Who struggle with eternal bonds in vain: This fire I’m born to—but 'tis she must tell, Whether’t be beams of Heaven or flames of Hell.
You, who men's fortunes in their faces read,
To find out mine, look not, alas! on me;
But mark her face, and all the features heed;
For only there is writ my destiny:
Or, if stars show it, gaze not on the skies
But study the astrology of her eyes,
If thou find there kind and propitious rays,
What Mars or Saturn threaten I'll not fear;
I well believe the fate of mortal days
Iswritin Heaven; but oh, my heaven isthere.
What can men learn from stars they scarce can
Two great lights rule the world, and her two ine;