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XLV.

The other two, flight air and purging fire,
Are both with thee, wherever I abide;
The firft my thought, the other my desire,
These present-absent with swift motion slide.
For when these quicker elements are gone
In tender embaffy of love to thee,

My life, being made of four, with two alone
Sinks down to death, oppreff'd with melancholy;
Until life's compofition be recured

By those swift messengers return'd from thee,
Who even but now come back again, affured
Of thy fair health, recounting it to me:

This told, I joy; but then no longer glad,
I send them back again, and straight grow sad.

XLVI.

Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war,
How to divide the conqueft of thy fight;
Mine eye my heart thy picture's fight would bar,
My heart mine eye the freedom of that right.
My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie,
A closet never pierced with crystal eyes,
But the defendant doth that plea deny,
And fays in him thy fair appearance lies.
To 'cide this title is impannelled

A queft of thoughts, all tenants to the heart;
And by their verdict is determined

The clear eye's moiety and the dear heart's part:
As thus; mine eye's due is thine outward part,
And my heart's right thine inward love of heart.