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NOW, by my Love, the greatest oath that is,
'T is no luxurious diet this, and sure
If 't can but keep together life and love.
A little bread and water's all I crave.
On a sigh of pity. I a year can live;
THOU robb'st my days of business and delights,
Begin to God, and end them all to thee.
Is it a sin to love, that it should thus,
As if, not you me, but I had murder'd you.
From books I strive some remedy to take,
Perish by turning every thing to gold.
What do I seek, alas! or why do I
For making thee my deity,
*T IS well, 'tis well with them, say I,
Whatever parts of me remain,
For 't was not only in my heart,
But, like a God, by powerful art "T was all in all, and all in every part.
My affection no more perish can
Hereafter, if one dust of me
Mix’d with another's substance be, 'T will leaven that whole lump with love of thee.
Let Nature, if she please, disperse My atoms over all the universe;
At the last they easily shall
Themselves know, and together call; For thy love, like a mark, is stamp'd on all.
LOVE AND LIFE.
NOW, sure, within this twelvemonth past, I 'ave lov’d at least some twenty years or more : Th’ account of Love runs much more fast Than that with which our life does score: So, though my life be short, yet I may prove The great Methusalem of Love.
Not that Love's hours or minutes are
. Yet Love, alas! and Life, in me, Are not two several things, but purely one; At once how can there in it be A double, different motion f 0 yes, there may; for so the self-same sun At once does slow and swiftly run : WQL. II, - E
Swiftly his daily journey he goes,
When Soul does to myself refer,
TAKE heed, take heed, thou lovely maid, Nor be by glittering ills betray'd; Thyself for money! oh, let no man know The price of beauty fall'n so low ! What dangers ought'st thou not to dread, When Love, that's blind, is by blind Fortune led :
The foolish Indian, that sells
His precious gold for beads and bells, Poes a more wise and gainful traffick hold
Than thou, who sell'st thyself for gold.