THE BLOSSOM LITTLE think'st thou, poor flower, That it will freeze anon, and that I shall Little think'st thou, poor heart, And hopest her stiffness by long siege to bow, That thou to-morrow, ere that sun doth wake, Must with this sun and me a journey take. But thou which lovest to be Subtle to plague thyself, wilt say, "Alas! if you must go, what's that to me? Here lies my business, and here I will stay; You go to friends, whose love and means present Various content To your eyes, ears, and taste, and every part; If then your body go, what need your heart?" Well then, stay here; but know, When thou hast stay'd and done thy most, A naked thinking heart, that makes no show, Is to a woman but a kind of ghost. How shall she know my heart? or, having none, Know thee for one? Practice may make her know some other part; But take my word, she doth not know a heart. Meet me at London, then, Twenty days hence, and thou shalt see Me fresher, and more fat, by being with men, Than if I had stay'd still with her and thee. For God's sake, if you can, be you so too; I will give you There to another friend, whom we shall find As glad to have my body as my mind. THE PROHIBITION TAKE heed of loving me ; At least remember, I forbade it thee; Take heed of hating me, Or too much triumph in the victory; Yet love and hate me too; So these extremes shall ne'er their office do. Love me, that I may die the gentler way; Hate me, because thy love 's too great for me; Or let these two, themselves, not me, decay; WITCHCRAFT BY A PICTURE I FIX mine eye on thine, and there Pity my picture burning in thine eye; My picture drown'd in a transparent tear, When I look lower I espy: Hadst thou the wicked skill By pictures made and marr'd, to kill, But now I've drunk thy sweet salt tears, And though thou pour more, I 'll depart : My picture vanish'd, vanish fears That I can be endamaged by that art: Though thou retain of me One picture more, yet that will be, Being in thine own heart, from all malice free. |