L 3. Can Gold, alas, with Thee compare? In all the journeys he does pass, 4. Bold was the wretch that cheapned Thee, Too dear he'l find his sordid price, 5. If it be lawful Thee to buy, There's none can pay that rate but I; But what on earth's most like to Thee. 6. So much thy self does in me live, And that full Weight too may be had, The Long Life. I. Ove from Times wings hath stoln the feathers sure, He has, and put them to his own; For Hours of late as long as Days endure, And very Minutes, Hours are grown. 2. The various Motions of the turning Year, Each Summers Night does Lucies now appear, 3. How long a space, since first I lov'd, it is? And am surpriz'd with wonder when I miss, 4. Th' old Patriarchs age and not their happ'iness too, 5. Sure those are happy people that complain, 6. If when your gift, long Life, I disapprove, I too ingrateful seem to be; Punish me justly, Heaven; make Her to love, Counsel. I. Gently, ah gently, Madam, touch The wound, which you your self have made; That pain must needs be very much, Which makes me of your hand afraid. Cordials of Pity give me now, For I too weak for Purgings grow. 2. Do but a while with patience stay; The violent burnings of my blood, 3. Perhaps the Physick's good you give, But ne're to me can useful prove; Med'cines may Cure, but not Revive; And I'am not Sick, but Dead in Love. In Loves Hell, not his World, am I; At once I Live, am Dead, and Dye. 4. What new found Rhetorick is thine? Ev'n thy Diswasions me perswade, 5. Thy Tongue comes in, as if it meant Against thine Eyes t'assist my Heart; But different far was his intent: For straight the Traitor took their part. And by this new foe I'm bereft 6. The act I must confess was wise, Well knew the Tongue (alas) your Eyes Would be too strong for That, and Me. And part o'th' Triumph chose to get, Τ Resolved to be beloved. I. Is true, I'have lov'd already three or four, Till I find one at last that shall love me. 2. That shall my Canaan be, the fatal soil, The Country does with Milk and Honey flow. 3. The Needle trembles so, and turns about, 4. Then may my Vessel torn and shipwrackt be, It never more abroad shall rome, Though't could next voyage bring the Indies home. 5. But I must sweat in Love, and labour yet, They're slothful fools who leave a Trade, Till they a moderate Fortune by't have made. 6. Variety I ask not; give me One The person Love does to us fit, F The Same. I. Or Heavens sake, what d' you mean to do? Keep me, or let me go, one of the two; Youth and warm hours let me not idlely lose, The little Time that Love does choose; If always here I must not stay, Let me be gone, whilst yet 'tis day; Lest I faint, and benighted lose my way. 2. 'Tis dismal, One so long to love In vain; till to love more as vain must prove : Alas, 'tis folly to remain, And waste our Army thus in vain, Before a City which will ne're be tane. 3. At several hopes wisely to fly, Ought not to be esteem'd Inconstancy; "Tis more Inconstant always to pursue, A thing that always flies from you; 4. When it does Hardness meet and Pride, |