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THE DISTANCE.

I'VE followed thee a year, at least,

And never stopp'd myself to rest;

But yet can thee o'ertake no more Than this day can the day that went before

In this our fortunes equal prove

To stars, which govern them above;

Our stars, that move for ever round, With the same distance still betwixt them found.

In vain, alas ! in vain I strive

The wheel of Fate faster to drive;

Since, if around it swiftlier fly, She in it mends her pace as much as I.

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.

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 camot greater grow;
Why should my love do so
A real cause at first did move;

But mine own fancy now drives-on my love,
With shadows from itself that flow.
My love, as we in numbers see,

By cyphers is increas'd eternally.

So the new-made and untry’d spheres 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 plain to see

That Love’s a motion natural to me.

LOVE'S VISIBILITY. o 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 to have none.

Love's of a strangely open, simple kind,
Can no arts or disguises find,
But thinks none sees it’cause itself is blind.

The very eye betrays our inward smart;
Love of himself left there a part,
When thorough it he past into the heart.

Or if by chance the face betray not it,
But keep the secret wisely, yet,
Like drunkenness, into the tongue’t will get.

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THESE full two hours now have I gazing been,
What comfort by it can I gain

To look on heaven with mighty gulfs between
Was the great miser's greatest pain;
So near was he to heaven's delight,
As with the blest converse he might,

Yet could not get one drop of water by 't.

Ah wretch I seem to touch her now ; but oh,
What boundless spaces do us part |

Fortune, and friends, and all earth's empty show,
My lowness, and her high desert:
But these might conquerable prove;
Nothing does me so far remove,

As her hard soul's aversion from my love.

So travellers, that lose their way by night,
If from afar they chance t'espy

Th'uncertain glimmerings of a taper's light,
Take flattering hopes, and think it nigh;
Till, wearied with the fruitless pain,
They sit them down, and weep in vain,

And there in darkness and despair remain.

RESOLVED TO LOVE,

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 words does want;
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 strait 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 t

Another, from my mistress' door
Saw me with eyes all watry 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,

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