The phoenix riddle hath more wit By us; we two being one, are it ; So, to one neutral thing both sexes fit. We die and rise the same, and prove Mysterious by this love.

We can die by it, if not live by love,

And if unfit for tomb or hearse
Our legend be, it will be fit for verse;
And if no piece of chronicle we prove,

We'll build in sonnets pretty rooms;
As well a well-wrought urn becomes
The greatest ashes, as half-acre tombs,
And by these hymns all shall approve
Us canonized for love;

excellent liive

And thus invoke us, "You, whom reverend love
Made one another's hermitage;

You, to whom love was peace, that now is rage;

Who did the whole world's soul contract,

drove

Into the glasses of your eyes;

So made such mirrors, and such spies,
That they did all to you epitomize-
Countries, towns, courts beg from above
A pattern of your love."

1. 29. So 1669; 1633, tombs and
1. 35. 1635, those

1. 45. So 1669; 1633, our love

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and

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THE TRIPLE FOOL.

I AM two fools, I know,

For loving, and for saying so

In whining poetry;

But where's that wise man, that. would not be I, If she would not deny?

Then as th' earth's inward narrow crooked lanes Do purge sea water's fretful salt away,

I thought, if I could draw my pains

Through rhyme's vexation, I should them allay. Grief brought to numbers cannot be so fierce, For he tames it, that fetters it in verse.

But when I have done so,

Some man, his art and voice to show,
Doth set and sing my pain;

And, by delighting many, frees again
Grief, which verse did restrain.

To love and grief tribute of verse belongs,
But not of such as pleases when 'tis read.
Both are increased by such songs,

For both their triumphs so are published,
And I, which was two fools, do so grow three.
Who are a little wise, the best fools be.

L 4. 1669, the wiser man

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1. 10. 1669, number

1. 13. 1669, or voice

LOVERS' INFINITENESS.

IF yet I have not all thy love,

Dear, I shall never have it all;

I cannot breathe one other sigh, to move,
Nor can intreat one other tear to fail;

And all my treasure, which shouid purchase thee,
Sighs, tears, and oaths, and letters I have spent ;
Yet no more can be due to me,

Than at the bargain made was meant.

If then thy gift of love were partial,

That some to me, some should to others fall, ΙΟ Dear, I shall never have thee all.

Or if then thou gavest me all,

All was but all, which thou hadst then;

But if in thy heart since there be or shall

New love created be by other men,

Which have their stocks entire, and can in tears,
In sighs, in oaths, and letters, outbid me,
This new love may beget new fears,

For this love was not vow'd by thee.

And yet it was, thy gift being general;

The ground, thy heart, is mine; what ever shall Grow there, dear, I should have it all.

1.9. 1669, was

1. 12. 1669, givest

1. II. 1635, it all

1. 17. 1635, in letters

1. 21. So 1633, 1669; 1635, was mine

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Yet I would not have all yet.

He that hath all can have no more ;

And since my love doth every day admit

New growth, thou shouldst have new rewards in

store;

Thou canst not every day give me thy heart,

If thou canst give it, then thou never gavest it;
Love's riddles are, that though thy heart depart,
It stays at home, and thou with losing savest it ; 30
But we will have a way more liberal,

Than changing hearts, to join them; so we shall
Be one, and one another's all.

SONG.

SWEETEST love, I do not go,

For weariness of thee,

Nor in hope the world can show
A fitter love for me;

But since that I

At the last must part, 'tis best,

Thus to use myself in jest
By feigned deaths to die.

L. 31. 1669, will love

11. 6-8. So 1635;

1. 32. 1669, join us

1633-Must die at last, 'tis best,
To use myself in jest

Thus by feign'd deaths to die.

1669-Must die at last, 'tis best,
Thus to use myself in jest
By feigned death to die.

Yesternight the sun went hence,
And yet is here to-day;
He hath no desire nor sense,
Nor half so short a way:

Then fear not me,

But believe that I shall make
Speedier journeys, since I take
More wings and spurs than he.

O how feeble is man's power,
That if good fortune fall,
Cannot add another hour,
Nor a lost hour recall;

But come bad chance,

And we join to it our strength,
And we teach it art and length,
Itself o'er us to advance.

When thou sigh'st, thou sigh'st not wind,
But sigh'st my soul away;

When thou weep'st, unkindly kind,

My life's blood doth decay.

It cannot be

That thou lovest me as thou say'st,

If in thine my life thou waste,

That art the best of me.

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1. 32. So 1635; 1633, Thou art; 1669, Which art the life