with name of chaste ;
and that she frowns lest longing should exceed;
and raging breed ;
so her disdains can neer offend;
unless self…love take private end。
'd。'
tis love breeds love in me; and cold disdain
kills that again;
as water causeth fire to fret and fume;
till all consume。
who can of love more rich gift make;
that to loves self for loves own sake?
ill never dig in quarry of an heart
to have no part;
nor roast in fiery eyes; which always are
canicular。
who this way would a lover prove;
may show his patience; not his love。
a frown may be sometimes for physic good;
but not for food ;
and for that raging humour there is sure
a gentler cure。
why bar you love of private end;
which never should to public tend?
the token。
send me some tokens; that my hope may live
or that my easeless thoughts may sleep and rest ;
send me some honey; to make sweet my hive;
that in my passions i may hope the best。
i beg nor ribbon wrought with thine own hands;
to knit our loves in the fantastic strain
of new…touchd youth ; nor ring to show the stands
of our affection; that; as thats round and plain;
so should our loves meet in simplicity ;
no; nor the corals; which thy wrist enfold;
laced up together in congruity;
to show our thoughts should rest in the same hold ;
no; nor thy picture; though most gracious;
and most desired; cause tis like the best
nor witty lines; which are most copious;
within the writings which thou hast addressd。
send me nor this nor that; to increase my score;
but swear thou thinkst i love thee; and no more。
self…love。
he that cannot choose but love;
and strives against it still;
never shall my fancy move;
for he loves against his will ;
nor he which is all his own;
and cannot pleasure choose ;
when i am caught he can be gone;
and when he list refuse ;
nor he that loves none but fair;
for such by all are sought ;
nor he that can for foul ones care;
for his judgement then is nought ;
nor he that hath wit; for he
will make me his jest or slave ;
nor a fool when others —
he can neither —
nor he that still his mistress prays;
for she is thralld therefore ;
nor he that pays; not; for he says
within; shes worth no more。
is there then no kind of men
whom i may freely prove?
i will vent that humour then
in mine own self…love。
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