THE SAME F thy soul check thee that I come so near, IF Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy ‘Will,' And will, thy soul knows, is admitted there; Thus far for love my love-suit, Sweet, fulfil. 'Will' will fulfil the treasure of thy love, Then in the number let me pass untold, Make but my name thy love, and love that still, And then thou lovest me, for my name is 'Will.' BLIND LOVE THOU blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes, That they behold, and see not what they see? Yet what the best is take the worst to be. If eyes corrupt by over-partial looks Be anchor'd in the day where all men ride, Why should my heart think that a several plot Which my heart knows the wide world's common place? Or mine eyes seeing this, say this is not, To put fair truth upon so foul a face? In things right true my heart and eyes have err'd, And to this false plague are they now transferr❜d. CHERISHED FALSEHOOD WHEN my truth Love swears that she is made of I do believe her, though I know she lies, Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, But wherefore says she not she is unjust? Therefore I lie with her and she with me, O, HOPE AGAINST HOPE CALL not me to justify the wrong That thy unkindness lays upon my heart; Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue; Use power with power and slay me not by art. Tell me thou lov'st elsewhere, but in my sight, Dear heart, forbear to glance thine eye aside : What need'st thou wound with cunning, when thy might Is more than my o'er-press'd defence can bide? Let me excuse thee: ah! my Love well knows Yet do not so; but since I am near slain, A LAST PLEA E wise as thou art cruel; do not press BE My tongue-tied patience with too much dis dain; Lest sorrow lend me words and words express If I might teach thee wit, better it were, For if I should despair, I should grow mad, That I may not be so, nor thou belied, Bear thine eyes straight, though thy proud heart go wide. |