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since so； my mind
shall not desire what no man else can find ；
ill no more dote and run
to pursue things which had endamaged me ；
and when i e where moving beauties be；
as men do when the summers sun
grows great；
though i admire their greatness； shun their heat。
each place can afford shadows ； if all fail；
tis but applying worm…seed to the tail。
a lecture upon the shadow。
stand still； and i will read to thee
a lecture； love； in loves philosophy。
these three hours that we have spent；
walking here； two shadows went
along with us； which we ourselves produced。
but； now the sun is just above our head；
we do those shadows tread；
and to brave clearness all things are reduced。
so whilst our infant loves did grow；
disguises did； and shadows； flow
from us and our cares ； but now tis not so。
that love hath not attaind the highest degree；
which is still diligent lest others see。
except our loves at this noon stay；
we shall new shadows make the other way。
as the first were made to blind
others； these which e behind
will work upon ourselves； and blind our eyes。
if our loves faint； and westerwardly decline；
to me thou； falsely； thine
and i to thee mine actions shall disguise。
the morning shadows wear away；
but these grow longer all the day ；
but o ！ loves day is short； if love decay。
love is a growing； or full constant light；
and his short minute； after noon； is night。
a dialogue between sir henry wotton and
mr。 donne。
＇w。＇
if her disdain least change in you can move；
you do not love；
for when that hope gives fuel to the fire；
you sell desire。
love is not love； but given free ；
and so is mine ； so should yours be。
＇d。＇
her heart； that weeps to hear of others moan；
to mine is stone。
her eyes； that weep a strangers eyes to see；
joy to wound me。
yet i so well affect each part；
as—caused by them—i love my smart。
＇w。＇
say her disdainings justly must be graced
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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