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And here as my minde, seising thee,
Though it in thee cannot persever.
Yet I had rather owner be
Of thee one hour, than all else ever.
Air and Angels.
Twice or thrice had I loved thee,
Before I knew thy face or name;
So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame,
Angels affect us oft, and worship'd be,
Still when, to where thou wert, I came,
Some lovely glorious nothing did I see,
But since, my soul, whose child love is,
Takes limbs of flesh, and else could nothing do,
More subtil then the parent is,
Love must not be, but take a body too,
And therefore what thou wert, and who
I bid love ask, and now,
That is assume thy body, I allow,
And fix it self in thy lips, eyes, and brow.
Whilst thus to ballast love, I thought,
And so more steddily to have gone,
With wares which would sink admiration,
I saw, I had loves pinnace overfraught;
Thy Every hair for love to work upon
Is much too much, some fitter must be sought;
For, nor in nothing, nor in things
Extream, and scattering bright, can love inhere;
Then as an Angel, face, and wings
Of air, not pure as it, yet pure doth wear,
So thy love may be my loves sphear;

[CW: Just]