Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness;
Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep,
As is the difference 'twixt day and night,
The hour before the heavenly harness'd team
Begins his golden progress in the east.

313

18-iii. 1.

She is so conjunctive to my life and soul,
That, as the star moves not but in his sphere,

I could not but by her.

314

36-iv. 7.

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.

26-iii. 3.

315

It were all one,

That I should love a bright particular star,
And think to wed it, he is so above me:
In his bright radiance, and collateral light
Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.*
The ambition in my love thus plagues itself:
The hind, that would be mated by the lion,
Must die for love.

316

11—i. 1.

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.

317

12-Induction, 2.

My love is thaw'd;

Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire,
Bears no impression of the thing it was.

318

2-ii. 4.

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.

† Juno.

I carried from thee, dear; my true lip
Hath virgin'd it e'er since.

319

28-v. 3.

Should we be taking leave

As long a term as yet we have to live,
The loathness to depart would grow.

320

She would hang on him,

As if increase of appetite had grown

By what it fed on.

321

How all the other passions fleet to air,

31-i. 2.

36-i. 2.

As doubtful thoughts, and rash-embraced despair,
And shudd'ring fear, and green-eyed jealousy.

O love, be moderate, allay thy ecstasy,

In measure rain thy joy, scant this excess;

I feel too much thy blessing, make it less,
For fear I surfeit!

322

Take, oh, take those lips away,
That so sweetly were forsworn;
And those eyes, the break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn:

But my kisses bring again,

9-iii. 2.

Seals of love; but seal'd in vain.

5-iv. 1.

323

A lover's pinch,

30-v. 2.

324

Which hurts, and is desired.

If ever thou shalt love,

In the sweet pangs of it remember me:
For, such as I am, all true lovers are;
Unstaid and skittish in all motions else,
Save, in the constant image of the creature
That is beloved.

325

4-ii. 4.

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.

326

A loss of her,

That, like a jewel, has hung twenty years,
About his neck, yet never lost her lustre.

327

7—iv. 1.

25-ii. 2.

A love, that makes breath poor, and speech unable.

34-i. 1.

328

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:
Under love's heavy burden do I sink.

35-i. 4.

329

Love goes towards love, as school-boys from their

books:

But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.

330

This weak impress of love is as a figure

35-ii. 2.

Trenched in ice; which with an hour's heat
Dissolves to water, and doth lose his form.

331

2-iii. 2.

I would have thee gone;

And yet no farther than a wanton's bird,

That lets it hop a little from her hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,f
And with a silk thread plucks it back again,
So loving-jealous of his liberty.

332

So holy, and so perfect is my love,
And I in such a poverty of grace,

* Cut.

† Fetters.

35-ii. 2.

That I shall think it a most plenteous crop
To glean the broken ears after the man

That the main harvest reaps: loose now and then
A scatter'd smile, and that I'll live upon. 10-iii. 5.

333

Our separation so abides, and flies,

That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me,
And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee.

334

Where injury of chance

Puts back leave-taking, justles roughly by
All time of pause, rudely beguiles our lips
Of all rejoindure, forcibly prevents

30-i. 3.

Our lock'd embrasures, strangles our dear vows
Even in the birth of our own labouring breath:
We two, that with so many thousand sighs
Did buy each other, must poorly sell ourselves
With the rude brevity and discharge of one.
Injurious time now, with a robber's haste,
Crams his rich thievery up, he knows not how:
As many farewells as be stars in heaven,

With distinct breath and consign'd* kisses to them,
He fumbles up into a loose adieu;

And scants us with a single famish'd kiss,
Distasted with the salt of brokent tears.

335

26-iv. 4.

Friends condemned,

Embrace, and kiss, and take ten thousand leaves, Loather a hundred times to part than die. 22—iii. 2.

336

I did not take my leave of him, but had

Most pretty things to say: ere I could tell him,
How I would think on him, at certain hours,
Such thoughts, and such;

Or have charged him

At the sixth hour of morn, at noon, at midnight,

* Sealed,

† Interrupted.

To encounter me with orisons,* for then

I am in heaven for him;† or ere I could
Give him that parting kiss, which I had set
Betwixt two charming words, comes in my father,
And, like the tyrannous breathing of the north,
Shakes all our buds from growing.

337

31-i. 4.

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!

338

37-iii. 4.

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
With repetition of my Romeo's name.

339

Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,

35-ii. 2.

Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!

340

35-i. 1.

Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains,

Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend

More than cool reason ever comprehends.

7-v. 1.

341

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.
The male of the goshawk.