273
Farewell, one eye yet looks on thee;
But with my heart the other eye doth see.
Ah! poor our sex! this fault in us I find,
The error of our eye directs our mind :
What error leads, must err; 0 then conclude,
Minds, sway'd by eyes, are full of turpitude.

26-v. 2

274 We cannot fight for love, as men may do; We should be woo'd, and were not made to woo.

7-ii. 2.

275 She loved me for the dangers I had pass'd; And I loved her, that she did pity them. 37-i. 3.

276
Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind,
Still constant in a wondrous excellence;
Fair, kind, and true, have often lived alone,
Which three, till now, never kept seat in one.

Poems.

277
We make woe wanton with this fond delay :
Once more, adieu ; the rest let sorrow say.

17-v.1.
278
On a day, (alack the day !)
Love, whose month is ever May,
Spied a blossom, passing fair,
Playing in the wanton air :
Through the velvet leaves the wind,
All unseen, 'gan passage find;
That the lover, sick to death,
Wish'd himself the heaven's breath.
Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow;
Air, would I might triumph so !
But alack my hand is sworn,
Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn:
Vow, alack, for youth unmeet;
Youth, so apt to pluck a sweet.

Do not call it sin in me,

That I am forsworn for thee:

Thou, for whom even Jove would swear,
Juno but an Ethiop were;

And deny himself for Jove,

Turning mortal for thy love.

279

Love's heralds should be thoughts,

8-iv. 3.

Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams,
Driving back shadows over low'ring hills:
Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love,
And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.

280

35-ii. 5.

O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day;

Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
And by and by a cloud takes all away !

281

2-i. 3.

This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower, when next we meet.

282

35-ii. 2.

How silver-sweet sound lover's tongues by night,
Like softest music to attending ears!

283

35-ii. 2.

Love like a shadow flies, when substance love pursues; Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues.

284

3-ii. 2.

285 O most potential love ! vow, bond, nor space, In thee hath neither sting, knot, nor confine, For thou art all, and all things else are thine. When thou impressest, what are precepts worth Of stale example? When thou wilt inflame, How coldly those impediments stand forth Of wealth, of filial fear, law, kindred, fame? Love's arins are peace, 'gainst rule, 'gainst sense,

'gainst shame; And sweetens, in the suffering pangs it bears, The aloes of all forces, shocks, and fears,

Poems.

286 Love's counsellors should fill the bores of hearing, To the smothering of the sense.

31-iii. 2.

287 Love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit. 9-ii. 6.

288
Tell me, where is Fancy* bred,
Or in the heart, or in the head?
How begot, how nourished?
It is engender'd in the eyes,
With gazing fed ; and Fancy dies
In the cradle where it lies. 9iii. 2.

.

289 Love is full of unbefitting strains; All wanton as a child, skipping, and vain; Form'd by the eye, and, therefore, like the eye Full of strange shapes, of habits and of forms, Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll To every varied object in his glance. 8-v. 2.

290 Love is a smoke raised with a fume of sighs ; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;

Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears:
What is it else? a madness most discreet,
A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.

291

I swear to thee, by Cupid's strongest bow;
By his best arrow with the golden head;
By the simplicity of Venus' doves;

35-i. 1.

By that which knitteth souls, and prospers loves;
And by that fire which burn'd the Carthage queen,
When the false Trojan under sail was seen!
By all the vows that ever man have broke,
In numbers more than ever women spoke;—
In that same place thou hast appointed me,
To-morrow truly will I meet with thee.

292

He says, he loves my daughter:

I think so too; for never gazed the moon
Upon the water, as he'll stand, and read,

7-i. 1.

As 'twere, my daughter's eyes: and, to be plain,
I think there is not half a kiss to choose,
Who loves another best.*

293

13-iv. 3.

O, that I thought it could be in a woman,
To feed for ayet her lamp and flames of love;
To keep her constancy in plight and youth,
Outliving beauty's outward, with a mind
That doth renew swifter than blood decays!
Or, that persuasion could but thus convince me,
That my integrity and truth to you

Might be affronted with the match and weight
Of such a winnow'd purity in love;
How were I then uplifted! but, alas,
I am as true as truth's simplicity,
And simpler than the infancy of truth.

294

If ever (as that ever may be near)

26-iii. 2.

The other best.

† Ever.

Meet with an equal.

You meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy,
Then shall you know the wounds invisible
That love's keen arrows make.

10-iii. 5.

295

Time, force, and death,

Do to this body what extremes you can;

But the strong base and building of my love
Is as the very centre of the earth,

Drawing all things to it.

296

O you leaden messengers,

That ride upon the violent speed of fire,

26-iv. 2.

Fly with false aim; move the still-piercing air,
That sings with piercing, do not touch my lord!

297

11-iii. 2.

Leave you your power to draw,

And I shall have no power to follow you.

7-ii. 2.

298

Sweet silent hours of marriage joys.

24-iv. 4.

299

If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.-
That strain again; it had a dying fall:

O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour.

4-i. 1.

300

Love is like a child,

That longs for every thing that he can come by.

301

Tell this youth what 'tis to love.

It is to be all made of sighs and tears;
It is to be all made of faith and service ;-
It is to be all made of fantasy,

2-iii. 1.