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O, what damned minutes tells he o'er,

Who dotes, yet doubts; suspects, yet strongly loves! 37-iii. 3.

Admired Miranda;

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Indeed, the top of admiration; worth

What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady
I have eyed with best regard; and many a time
The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues
Have I liked several women; never any
With so full soul, but some defect in her
Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed,°
And put it to the foil: But you, O you,
So perfect, and so peerless, are created
Of every creature's best."

1-iii. 1.

I, an old turtle,a

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Will wing me to some wither'd bough;
My mate, that's never to be found again,
Lament till I am lost.

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and there,

13-v. 3.

I cannot come to Cressid, but by Pandar;
And he's as tetchy to be woo'd to woo,
As she is stubborn-chaste against all suit.
Tell me, Apollo, for thy Daphne's love,
What Cressid is, what Pandar, and what we?
Her bed is India; there she lies, a pearl:
Between our Ilium, and where she resides,
Let it be call'd the wild and wandering flood;
Ourself, the merchant; and this sailing Pandar,
Our doubtful hope, our convoy, and our bark.

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371

Love is not love,

Which alters when it alteration finds;

Or bends, with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark,

That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

372

She stripp'd its from her arm; I see her yet;
Her pretty action did outsell her gift,

And yet enrich'd it too.

Poems.

31-ii. 4.

373

Thou art alone,

(If thy rare qualities, sweet gentleness,

Thy meekness saint-like, wife-like government, -
Obeying in commanding,-and thy parts,

Sovereign and pious else, could speak thee out,*)
The queen of earthly queens.

I love your son:

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25-ii. 4.

My friends were poor, but honest; so 's my love.
Be not offended; for it hurts not him,

That he is loved of me: I follow him not

By any token of presumptuous suit:

Nor would I have him, till I do deserve him;
Yet never know how that desert should be.
I know I love in vain, strive against hope.
Yet, in this captious and intenible sieve,'
I still pour in the waters of my love,
And lack not to lose still: thus Indian-like,

• Her bracelet.

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t Speak out thy merits.

"Captious' may mean recipient, capable of receiving what is put into it; and by 'intenible,' incapable of holding or retaining it.

Religious in mine error, I adore

The sun, that looks upon his worshipper,
But knows of him no more.

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I will be gone:

My being here it is, that keeps thee hence:
Shall I stay here? No, no, although

The air of paradise did fan the house,
And angels officed all.

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O give pity

11-i. 3.

11-iii. 2.

To her, whose state is such, that cannot choose
But lend and give, where she is sure to lose;
That seeks not to find that her search implies,
But, riddle-like, lives sweetly where she dies.

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Disloyal? No:

11-i. 3.

She's punish'd for her truth; and undergoes,
More goddess-like than wife-like, such assaults
As would take in some virtue.

378

31-iii. 2.

Thou art full of love and honesty,

And weigh'st thy words before thou giv'st them breath,

Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more:
For such things, in a false disloyal knave,

Are tricks of custom; but, in a man that's just,
They are close denotements working from the heart,
That passion cannot rule.

37-iii. 3.

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Let pale-faced fear keep with the mean-born man.

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I feel such sharp dissension in my breast,

22-iii. 1.

Such fierce alarums both of hope and fear,
As I am sick with working of my thoughts.

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Imagination of some great exploit

Drives him beyond the bounds of patience.-
He apprehends a world of figures here,

But not the form of what he should attend.

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A jealousy so strong,

That judgment cannot cure.

384

21-v. 5.

18-i. 3.

37-ii. 2.

Each jealous of the other, as the stung

Are of the adder.

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Since you to non-regardance cast my faith,

And that I partly know the instrument

34-v. 1.

That screws me from my true place in your favour, Live you, the marble-breasted tyrant, still.

4-v. 1.

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The eagle-winged pride

Of sky-aspiring and ambitious thoughts,
With rival-hating envy, set you on.

17-i, 3.

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Thou dost wrong me; as the slaughterer doth,
Which giveth many wounds, when one will kill.

390

She hath

21-ii. 5.

Look'd black upon me; struck me with her tongue,

Most serpent-like, upon the very heart.

34-ii. 4.

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High-stomach'd are they both, and full of ire,
In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire.

392

Thy sister's naught: she hath tied

17-i. 1.

Sharp-tooth'd unkindness, like a vulture, here

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(Points to his heart). 34-ii. 4.

Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms,
Quite vanquish'd him: then burst his mighty heart.

394

O, it comes o'er my memory,

As doth the raven o'er the infected house,

Boding to all."

395

This man's brow, like to a title-leaf,*
Foretells the nature of a tragic volume:

29-iii. 2.

37-iv. 1.

So looks the strond," whereon the imperious flood
Hath left a witness'd usurpation."

Thou tremblest; and the whiteness in thy cheek
Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand.
Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless,
So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone,a
Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night,

And would have told him, half his Troy was burn'd.

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19-i. 1.

What haste looks through his eyes! So should he

look,

That seems to speak things strange.

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I see a strange confession in thine eye :

V Alluding to the fable of Prometheus.

15-i. 2.

"The raven was thought to be a constant attendant on a house infected with the plague.

* In the time of our poet the title-page to an elegy, as well as every intermediate leaf, was totally black.

y Beach.

z An attestation of its ravage.

a Far gone in woe.

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