THE MESSAGE SEND home my long stray'd eyes to me, Which, O! too long have dwelt on thee; Yet since there they have learn'd such ill, Such forced fashions, And false passions, That they be Made by thee Fit for no good sight, keep them still. Send home my harmless heart again, Which no unworthy thought could stain ; But if it be taught by thine To make jestings Of protestings, And break both Word and oath, Keep it, for then 't is none of mine. Yet send me back my heart and eyes, That I may know and see thy lies, And may laugh and joy, when thou Art in anguish And dost languish For some one That will none, Or prove as false as thou art now. LOVE'S DIET To what a cumbersome unwieldiness And burdenous corpulence my love had grown, And keep it in proportiön, Give it a diet, made it feed upon That which love worst endures, discretiön. Above one sigh a day I allow'd him not, Of which my fortune, and faults had part; my And if sometimes by stealth he got And thought to feast on that, I let him see If he wrung from me a tear, I brined it so With scorn or shame, that him it nourish'd not; If he suck'd hers, I let him know 'T was not a tear which he had got; His drink was counterfeit, as was his meat; For eyes, which roll towards all, weep not, but sweat. Whatever he would dictate I writ that, But burnt her letters when she writ to me ; And if that favour made him fat, Convey'd by this, ah! what doth it avail, Thus I reclaim'd my buzzard5 love, to flie At what, and when, and how, and where I choose. Now negligent of sports I lie, And now, as other falconers use, I spring a mistress, swear, write, sigh, and weep; And the game kill'd, or lost, go talk or sleep. LOVE'S DEITY I LONG to talk with some old lover's ghost, I must love her that loves not me. Sure, they which made him god meant not so much, But when an even flame two hearts did touch, Actives to passives. Correspondency Only his subject was; it cannot be But Love, till I love her who loves me. every modern god will now extend I should love her who loves not me. |