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What gains in such a bargain are * He'll in thy mines dig better treasures far.
Can gold, alas! with thee compare * The sun, that makes it, 's not so fair; The sun, which can nor make nor ever see A thing so beautiful as thee, In all the journeys he does pass, Though the sea serv'd him for a looking-glass.
Bold was the wretch that cheapen'd thee; Since Magus, none so bold as he: Thou'rt so divine a thing, that thee to buy Is to be counted simony; Too dear he'll find his sordid price Has forfeited that and the Benefice.
If it be lawful thee to buy, There’s none can pay that rate but I; Nothing on earth a fitting price can be, But what on earth's most like to thee; And that my heart does only bear; For there thyself, thy very self is there.
So much thyself does in me live, That, when it for thyself I give, "T is but to change that piece of gold for this, Whose stamp and value equal is ; And, that full weight too may be had, My soul and body, two grains more, I’ll add.
THE LONG LIFE.
LOVE from Time's wings hath stol’n the feathers,
The various motions of the turning year
Each summer's night does Lucy's now appear,
How long a space since first I lov’d it is "
And am surpris'd with wonder when I miss
Th' old Patriarchs' age, and not their happiness
Sure those are happy people that complain
Contract mine, Heaven! and bring them back again
If when your gift, long life, I disapprove,
Punish me justly, Heaven; make her to love,
GENTLY, ah gently, madam, touch
Do but a while with patience stay
Perhaps the physick's good you give,
What new-found rhetorick is thine *
Thy tongue comes in, as if it meant
The act, I must confess, was wise
RESOLVED TO BE BELOVED.
*T IS true, I 'ave lov'd already three or four, And shall three or four hundred more; I’ll love each fair-one that I see,
Till I find one at last that shall love me.
That shall my Canaan be, the fatal soil
The country does with milk and honey flow.
The needle trembles so, and turns about,
Fix'd, that his dearest pole as soon may move.
Then may my vessel torn and shipwreck'd be,
Though 't could next voyage bring the Indies home.
But I must sweat in love, and labour yet,
Till they a moderate fortune by 't have made.
Variety I ask not; give me one
Like manna, has the taste of all in it.