Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears:
What is it else? a madness most discreet,
A choking gall, and a preserving sweet. 35ái. 1.

291 I swear to thee, by Cupid's strongest bow; By his best arrow with the golden head; By the simplicity of Venus' doves; By that which knitteth souls, and prospers loves ; And by that fire which burn’d the Carthage queen, When the false Trojan under sail was seen! By all the vows that ever men have broke, In number more than ever women spoke;In that same place thou hast appointed me, To-morrow truly will I meet with thee. 7-1.1.

292
He says, he loves my daughter:
I think so too; for never gazed the moon
Upon the water, as he Öll stand, and read,
As 'twere, my daughter's eyes: and, to be plain,
I think there is not half a kiss to choose,
Who loves another best."

13-iv. 3.

m

293 O, that I thought it could be in a woman, To feed for aye" her lamp and flames of love; To keep her constancy in plight and youth, Outliving beauty's outward, with a mind That doth renew swifter than blood decays! Or, that persuasion could but thus convince me, That my integrity and truth to you Might be affrontedo with the match and weight Of such a winnow'd purity in love; How were I then uplifted! but, alas, I am as true as truth's simplicity, And simpler than the infancy of truth. 26_iü.2.

294 If ever (as that ever may be near)

You meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy,
Then shall you know the wounds invisible
That love's keen arrows make.

10_iii. 5.

295

Time, force, and death,
Do to this body what extremes you can;
But the strong base and building of my love
Is as the very centre of the earth,
Drawing all things to it.

26-iv. 2, 296

O you leaden messengers,
That ride upon the violent speed of fire,
Fly with false aim: move the still-piercing air,
That sings with piercing, do not touch my lord !

11-iii. 2, 297

Leave you your power to draw, And I shall have no power to follow you. 7-ii. 2.

298 Sweet silent hours of marriage joys.

24-iv. 4.

299
If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again; it had a dying fall:
0, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour.

4-i, 1. 300

Love is like a child,
That longs for every thing that he can come by.

2- iii, 1. 301 Tell this youth what 'tis to love.It is to be all made of sighs and tears; It is to be all made of faith and service;It is to be all made of fantasy,

All made of passion, and all made of wishes;
All adoration, duty, and observance,
All humbleness, all patience, and impatience,
All purity, all trial, all observance. 10-V.2.

302

My love's More richer than my tongue.

34–ị. 1.

303
I have done penance for contemning love;
Whose high imperious thoughts have punish'd me
With bitter fasts, with penitential groans,
With nightly tears, and daily heart-sore sighs;
For, in revenge of my contempt of love,
Love hath chased sleep from my

enthralled

eyes,
And made them watchers of mine own heart's sorrow.
0, love's a mighty lord;
And hath so humbled me, as, I confess,
There no woe to his correction,
Nor, to his service, no such joy on earth!
Now, no discourse, except it be of love;
Now can I break my fast, dine, sup, and sleep,
Upon the

very
naked name of love.

2-ii. 4.

P

304

O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create ! O heavy lightness! serious vanity! Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms! Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health! Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! 35-i. 1.

305 I leave myself, my friends, and all for love.

Thou hast metamorphosed me; Made me neglect my studies, lose my time, War with good counsel, set the world at nought; Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with thought.

24i.l.

• Perhaps, obedience. P No misery that can be compared to the punishment inflicted by love.

306 The gifts, she looks from me, are pack'd and lock'd Up in my heart: which I have given already, But not deliver'd.

13-iv. 3.

9

307 Let me but bear your love, I'll bear your cares.

19-v.2.
308
Doubt thou, the stars are fire;

Doubt, that the sun doth move:
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt, I love. 36-ii.2.

309 Bashful sincerity, and comely love.

6-iv. 1.

310
Here comes the lady;-0, so light a foot
Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint:
A lover may bestride the gossamers,
That idle in the wanton summer air,
And yet not fall; so light is vanity. 35-ii. 6.

311
O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou!
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soe'er,
But falls into abatement and low price,
Even in a minute! so full of shapes is fancy,
That it alone is high-fantastical."

4-i.1. 312

She bids you,
Upon the wanton rushes lay you down,
And rest your gentle head upon her lap,
And she will sing the song that pleaseth you,
And on your eye-lids crown the god of sleep,

Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness;
Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep,
As is the difference betwixt day and night,
The hour before the heavenly-harness'd team
Begins his golden progress in the east. 18-iii. 1.

313
She is so conjunctive to my life and soul,
That, as the star moves not but in his sphere,
I could not but by her.

36--iv.7.

314 Sweet, rouse yourself; and the weak wanton Cupid Shall from your neck unloose his amorous fold, And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, Be shook to air.

26-üï. 3, 315

It were all one,
That I should love a bright particular star,
And think to wed he is so above me:
In his bright radiance, and collateral light
Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.
The ambition in my love thus plagues itself:
The hind, that would be mated by the lion,
Must die for love.

11-i. 1.

316 Dost thou love pictures? we will fetch thee straight Adonis, painted by a running brook: And Cytherea all in sedges hid; Which seem to move and wanton with her breath, Even as the waving sedges play with wind.

12-Induction, 2. 317

My love is thaw'd; Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire, Bears no impression of the thing it was. 2-ii. 4.

318 Now by the jealous queen' of heaven, that kiss