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Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness;
She is so conjunctive to my life and soul,
I could not but by her.
Sweet, rouse yourself; and the weak wanton Cupid Shall from your neck unloose his amorous fold,
And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane,
Be shook to air.
It were all one,
That I should love a bright particular star,
Dost thou love pictures? we will fetch thee straight Adonis, painted by a running brook:
And Cytherea all in sedges hid;
Which seem to move and wanton with her breath,
Even as the waving sedges play with wind.
My love is thaw'd;
Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire,
Now by the jealous queent of heaven, that kiss
* I cannot be united with him and move in the same sphere, but must be comforted at a distance by the radiance that shoots on all sides from him.
I carried from thee, dear; my true lip
Should we be taking leave
As long a term as yet we have to live,
She would hang on him,
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on.
How all the other passions fleet to air,
As doubtful thoughts, and rash-embraced despair,
O love, be moderate, allay thy ecstasy,
In measure rain thy joy, scant this excess;
I feel too much thy blessing, make it less,
Take, oh, take those lips away,
But my kisses bring again,
Seals of love; but seal'd in vain.
A lover's pinch,
Which hurts, and is desired.
If ever thou shalt love,
In the sweet pangs of it remember me:
I will wind thee in my arms.. So doth the woodbine, the sweet honeysuckle,
Gently entwist,-the female ivy so
Enrings the barky fingers of the elm.
A loss of her,
That, like a jewel, has hung twenty years,
A love, that makes breath poor, and speech unable.
You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings,
I am too sore empierced with his shaft,
And soar with them above a common bound....
To soar with his light feathers: and so bound,
I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe:
Love goes towards love, as school-boys from their
But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
This weak impress of love is as a figure
Trenched in ice; which with an hour's heat
I would have thee gone;
And yet no farther than a wanton's bird,
That lets it hop a little from her hand,
So holy, and so perfect is my love,
That I shall think it a most plenteous crop
That the main harvest reaps: loose now and then
Our separation so abides, and flies,
That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me,
Where injury of chance
Puts back leave-taking, justles roughly by
Our lock'd embrasures, strangles our dear vows
With distinct breath and consign'd* kisses to them,
And scants us with a single famish'd kiss,
Embrace, and kiss, and take ten thousand leaves, Loather a hundred times to part than die. 22—iii. 2.
I did not take my leave of him, but had
Most pretty things to say: ere I could tell him,
Or have charged him
At the sixth hour of morn, at noon, at midnight,
To encounter me with orisons,* for then
I am in heaven for him;† or ere I could
What! keep a week away? seven days and nights? Eight score eight hours? and lovers' absent hours, More tedious than the dial eight score times?
O weary reckoning!
O, for a falconer's voice,
To lure this tassel-gentle‡ back again!
Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud;
Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,
And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine
Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,
Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!
Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains,
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet,
Are of imagination all compact:
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold;
That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And, as imagination bodies forth
*Meet me with reciprocal prayers.
My solicitations ascend to heaven on his behalf.