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Eleg. XIIII. |
His parting from her. |
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Since she must goe, and I must mourne, come night |
Environ me with darknesse, whilst I write: |
Shadow that hell unto me, which alone |
I am to suffer when my soule is gone. |
Have we for this kept guards, like spie o'r Spie? |
Had correspondence whilst the foe stood by? |
Stolne (more to sweeten them) our many blisses |
Of meetings, conference, imbracements, kisses? |
Shadow'd with negligence our most respects? |
Varied our language through all dialects |
Of becks, winkes, lookes, and often under boards |
Spoake dialogues with our feet farre from words? |
Have we prov'd all the secrets of our Art, |
Yea, thy pale inwards, and thy panting heart? |
And, after all this passed Purgatory, |
Must sad divorce make us the vulgar story? |
Fortune, doe thy worst, my friend and I have armes, |
Though not against thy strokes, against thy harmes. |
Bend us, in sunder thou canst not divide |
Our bodies so, but that our soules are ty'd, |
And we can love by letters still and gifts, |
And thoughts and dreames; Love never wanteth shifts.
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[CW: I will] |