360

What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue? I cannot speak to her, yet she urged conference.

361

You are my true and honourable wife;
As dear to me as are the ruddy drops
That visit my sad heart.

362

"Tis not to make me jealous,

10-i. 2.

29-ii. 1.

To say-my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company,
Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well;
Where virtue is, these are more virtuous :*
Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw
The smallest fear, or doubt of her revolt;
For she had eyes, and chose me: No,
I'll see, before I doubt; when I doubt, prove;
And on the proof, there is no more but this,-
Away at once with love, or jealousy.

363

37-iii. 3.

The truest poetry is the most feigning; and lovers are given to poetry; and what they swear in poetry, may be said, as lovers, they do feign. 10-iii. 3.

364

Jig off a tune at the tongue's end, canary to it with your feet, humour it with turning up your eyelids; sigh a note, and sing a note; sometime through the throat, as if you swallowed love with singing love; sometime through the nose, as if you snuffed up love by smelling love;-and keep not too long in one tune, but a snip and away: These are complements, these are humours; these betray nice wenches. 8-iii. 1.

365

The expedition of my violent love

Out-ran the pauser reason.

15-ii. 3.

*Which makes fair gifts fairer.

366

O, what damned minutes tells he o'er

Who dotes, yet doubts; suspects, yet strongly loves! 37-iii. 3.

Admired Miranda;

367

Indeed, the top of admiration; worth

What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady
I have eyed with best regard; and many a time
The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues
Have I liked several women; never any
With so full soul, but some defect in her
Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed,*
And put it to the foil: But you, O you,

So perfect, and so peerless, are created
Of every creature's best.†

I, an old turtle,t

368

1-iii. 1.

Will wing me to some wither'd bough; and there,
My mate, that's never to be found again,
Lament till I am lost.

369

13-v. 3.

I cannot come to Cressid, but by Pandar;
And he's as tetchy to be woo'd to woo,
As she is stubborn-chaste against all suit.
Tell me, Apollo, for thy Daphne's love,
What Cressid is, what Pandar, and what we?
Her bed is India: there she lies, a pearl:
Between our Ilium, and where she resides,
Let it be call'd the wild and wandering flood;
Ourself, the merchant; and this sailing Pandar,
Our doubtful hope, our convoy, and our bark.
26-i. 1.

370

Love

Will creep in service where it cannot go. 2-iv. 2.

* Owned.

A widow.

† Alluding to the picture of Venus by Apelles.

371

Love is not love,

Which alters when it alteration finds;

Or bends, with the remover to remove :

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark,

That looks on tempests, and is never shaken ;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

372

She stripp'd it from her arm; I see her yet;
Her pretty action did outsell her gift,

And yet enrich'd it too.

Poems.

31-ii. 4.

373

Thou art alone,

(If thy rare qualities, sweet gentleness,

Thy meekness saint-like, wife-like government,—
Obeying in commanding,-and thy parts,

Sovereign and pious else, could speak thee out,†)
The queen of earthly queens.

I love your son:

374

25-ii. 4.

My friends were poor, but honest; so's my love.
Be not offended; for it hurts not him,

That he is loved of me: I follow him not
By any token of presumptuous suit:
Nor would I have him, till I do deserve him;
Yet never know how that desert should be.
I know I love in vain, strive against hope.
Yet, in this captious and intenible sieve,‡
I still pour in the waters of my love,
And lack not to lose still: thus Indian-like,

*Her bracelet. † Speak out thy merits. Captious' may mean recipicnt, capable of receiving what is put into it; and by intenible,' incapable of holding or retaining it.

Religious in mine error, I adore

The sun, that looks upon his worshipper,

But knows of him no more.

375

I will be gone :

My being here it is, that keeps thee hence:
Shall I stay here? No, no, although
The air of paradise did fan the house,
And angels officed all.

376

O give pity

11-i. 3.

11-iii. 2.

To her, whose state is such, that cannot choose
But lend and give, where she is sure to lose;
That seeks not to find that her search implies,
But, riddle-like, lives sweetly where she dies.

377

Disloyal? No:

11-i. 3.

She's punish'd for her truth; and undergoes,
More goddess-like than wife-like, such assaults -
As would take in some virtue.

378

Thou art full of love and honesty,

31-iii. 2.

And weigh'st thy words before thou giv'st them breath,

Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more:
For such things, in a false disloyal knave,

Are tricks of custom; but, in a man that's just,

They are close denotements working from the heart, That passions cannot rule.

37-iii. 3.

Let pale-faced fear keep with the mean-born man.

381

I feel such sharp dissension in my breast,

22-iii. 1.

Such fierce alarums both of hope and fear,
As I am sick with working of my thoughts.

382

Imagination of some great exploit

Drives him beyond the bounds of patience.-
He apprehends a world of figures here,

But not the form of what he should attend.

21-v. 5.

18-i. 3.

Since you to non-regardance cast my faith,
And that I partly know the instrument
That screws me from my true place in your
Live you, the marble-breasted tyrant, still.

34-v. 1.

favour,

4-v. 1.

The eagle-winged pride

Of sky-aspiring and ambitious thoughts,
With rival-hating envy, set you on.

389

17-i. 3.

Thou dost wrong me; as the slaughterer doth,
Which giveth many wounds, when one will kill.

390

She hath

21-ii. 5.

Look'd black upon me; struck me with her tongue,

Most serpent-like, upon the very heart.

34-ii. 4.