She must be angry, sure, if I should be And yet this death of mine, I fear, When, sound in every other part, Shall sigh out that too with my breath. Then shall the world my noble ruin see, Some pity and some envy me; Then she herself, the mighty she, Shall grace my funerals with this truth; ""T was only Love destroy'd the gentle youth!" THE MONOPOLY. WHAT mines of sulphur in my breast do lie, Here all those arrows' mortal heads are made, I have the trouble, not the gains, of it :- my So sweet's revenge to me, that I, heart: Deep into' her bosom would I strike the dart, th' heart, They flutter still about, inconstantly: Curse on thy goodness, whom we find Vain God! who woman dost thyself adore! Thy broken arrows 'twixt that sex and ours They take the feathers, we the head. THE DISTANCE. I'VE followed thee a year, at least, In this our fortunes equal prove In vain, alas! in vain I strive Hearts by Love strangely shuffled are, That there can never meet a pair! Tamelier than worms are lovers slain; The wounded heart ne'er turns, to wound again. [75] THE INCREASE. I THOUGHT, I'll swear, I could have lov'd no more Than I had done before; 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. I'm sure her beauties cannot greater grow; A real cause at first did move; My love, as we in numbers see, By cyphers is increas'd eternally. So the new-made and untry'd spheres above By their own forms to move for ever round. LOVE'S VISIBILITY. WITH 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. Men without love have oft so cunning grown, That something like it they have shown; But none who had it ever seem'd t' have none. Love's of a strangely open, simple kind, But thinks none sees it 'cause itself is blind. The very eye betrays our inward smart; Or if by chance the face betray not it, Like drunkenness, into the tongue 't will get. |