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And I’m so weak, the pistol need not be
If tall, the name of proper slays;
Just half as large as Charity • My richly-landed Love's become; And, judg’d aright, is Constancy, Though it take up a larger room : Him, who loves always one, why should they call More constant than the man loves always all
Thus with unwearied wings I flee
My soul at first indeed did prove
GREAT and wise conqueror, who, where'er Thou com'st, dost fortify, and settle there ! Who canst defend as well as get, And never hadst one quarter beat-up yet; Now thou art in, thou ne'er wilt part With one inch of my vanquish’d heart; For, since thou took'st it by assault from me, "Tis garrison'd so strong with thoughts of thee, It fears no beauteous enemy. Had thy charming strength been less, I’ad serv’d ere this an hundred mistresses: I’m better thus, nor would compound To leave my prison to be a vagabond: A prison in which I still would be, Though every door stood ope to me. In spite both of thy coldness and thy pride, All love is marriage on thy lover's side, For only death can them divide.
Close, narrow chain, yet soft and kind As that which spirits above to good does bind, Gentle and sweet Necessity, Which does not force, but guide, our liberty Your love on me were spent in vain, Since my love still could but remain * Just as it is; for what, alas! can be Added to that which hath infinity Both in extent and quality.
WITH more than Jewish reverence as yet
So bold as yet no verse of mine has been,
Then all the fields and woods shall with it ring;
Then shall thy name through all my verse be spread,
Meanwhile I will not dare to make a name
SEE where she sits, and in what comely wise
Ah, charming maid let not ill-fortune see
For she'll still come to dress herself in thee.
As stars reflect on waters, so I spy
The baby, which lives there, and always plays
Whilst in his flood the lovely boy did gaze.
Ne'er yet did I behold so glorious weather,
Pray Heaven her forehead, that pure hill of snow
Melt not, to feed that beauteous stream below !
Ah, mighty Lovel that it were inward heat
But what, alas! ah, what does it avail,
So cold, that I admire they fall not hail.
DISCREET what means this word discreet
This barbarous term you will not meet