Where every something, being blents together, Express'd, and not express'd. 263 9-iii. 2. O rejoice, 1-v. 1. Beyond a common joy; and set it down 264 I could weep, And I could laugh; I am light, and heavy. 265 28-ii. 1. O my soul's joy! If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have waken'd death! As hell's from heaven! If it were now to die, 266 Joy had the like conception in our eyes, 37-ii. 1. 27-i. 2. 267 His flaw'd heart, (Alack, too weak the conflict to support!) 'Twixt two extremes of passion, joy and grief, Burst smilingly. 268 34-v. 3. If the measure of thy joy Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more 35-ii. 6. 269 The course of true love never did run smooth; So quick bright things come to confusion. 270 7-i. I. O that thou didst know how many fathom deep I am in love! But it cannot be sounded; my affection hath an unknown bottom, like the bay of Portugal. k That same wicked brat of Venus, that was begot of thought, conceived of spleen, and born of madness; that blind rascally boy, that abuses every one's eyes, because his own are out, let him be judge, how deep I am in love. 10-iv. 1. 271 O hard-believing love! how strange it seems The one doth flatter thee, in thoughts unlikely, 272 If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully; Poems. 35-ii. 2. i Black. * Melancholy. 273 Farewell, one eye yet looks on thee; 274 26-v. 2. We cannot fight for love, as men may do; 275 She loved me for the dangers I had pass'd; 276 Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind, 277 We make woe wanton with this fond delay: 278 On a day, (alack the day!) Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom, passing fair, Playing in the wanton air: Through the velvet leaves the wind, Wish'd himself the heaven's breath. 7-ii. 2. 37-i. 3. Poems. 17-v. 1. Do not call it sin in me, That I am forsworn for thee: Thou, for whom even Jove would swear, And deny himself for Jove, 279 Love's heralds should be thoughts, 8-iv. 3. Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams, Driving back shadows over low'ring hills: Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love, And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings. 280 O, how this spring of love resembleth 281 35-ii. 5. 2-i. 3. This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, 282 35-ii. 2. How silver-sweet sound lover's tongues by night, 283 35-ii. 2. Love like a shadow flies, when substance love 284 Things base and vile, holding no quantity, pursues; 3-ii. 2. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; 7-i. 1. 285 O most potential love! vow, bond, nor space, And sweetens, in the suffering pangs it bears, 286 Poems. Love's counsellors should fill the bores of hearing, To the smothering of the sense. 287 Love is blind, and lovers cannot see 31-iii. 2. The pretty follies that themselves commit. 9-ii. 6. 288 Tell me, where is Fancy1 bred, It is engender'd in the eyes, In the cradle where it lies. 289 Love is full of unbefitting strains; 9-iii. 2. All wanton as a child, skipping, and vain; 290 Love is a smoke raised with a fume of sighs; 1 Love. 8-v. 2. |