All made of passion, and all made of wishes;
All adoration, duty, and observance,

All humbleness, all patience, and impatience,

All purity, all trial, all observance.*

10-v. 2.

302

My love's

34-i. 1.

More richer than my tongue.

303

I have done penance for contemning love;
Whose high imperious thoughts have punish'd me
With bitter fasts, with penitential groans,
With nightly tears, and daily heart-sore sighs;
For, in revenge of my contempt of love,

Love hath chased sleep from my enthralled eyes,
And made them watchers of mine own heart's sorrow.

O, love's a mighty lord;

And hath so humbled me, as, I confess,

There is no woe to his correction,†

Nor, to his service, no such joy on earth!
Now, no discourse, except it be of love;

Now can I break my fast, dine, sup, and sleep,

Upon the very naked name of love.

2-ii. 4.

304

O brawling love! O loving hate!

O any thing, of nothing first create!

O heavy lightness! serious vanity!

Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!

Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health!

Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!

305

I leave myself, my friends, and all for love.
Thou hast metamorphosed me;

35-i. 1.

Made me neglect my studies, lose my time,
War with good counsel, set the world at nought;
Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with thought.

306

The gifts, she looks from me, are pack'd and lock'd

Up in my heart: which I have given already,

But not deliver'd.

307

13-iv. 3.

Let me but bear your love, I'll bear your cares.

19-v. 2.

Here comes the lady; -O, so light a foot
Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint:
A lover may bestride the gossamers,*
That idle in the wanton summer air,

And yet not fall; so light is vanity.

35-ii. 6.

311

O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou !
That, notwithstanding thy capacity

Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,

Of what validityt and pitch soe'er,

But falls into abatement and low price,

Even in a minute! so full of shapes is fancy,

That it alone is high-fantastical.‡

312

She bids you,

Upon the wanton rushes lay you down,
And rest your gentle head upon her lap,

And she will sing the song that pleaseth you,

And on your eyelids crown the god of sleep,

4-i. 1.

Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness ;
Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep,
As is the difference 'twixt day and night,
The hour before the heavenly harness'd team
Begins his golden progress in the east.

313

18-iii. 1.

She is so conjunctive to my life and soul,
That, as the star moves not but in his sphere,
I could not but by her.

314

36-iv. 7.

Sweet, rouse yourself; and the weak wanton Cupid
Shall from your neck unloose his amorous fold,
And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane,
Be shook to air.

26-iii. 3.

315

It were all one,

That I should love a bright particular star,
And think to wed it, he is so above me:
In his bright radiance, and collateral light
Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.*
The ambition in my love thus plagues itself:
The hind, that would be mated by the lion,

Must die for love.

316

11-i. 1.

Dost thou love pictures? we will fetch thee straight

Adonis, painted by a running brook:

And Cytherea all in sedges hid;

Which seem to move and wanton with her breath,

Even as the waving sedges play with wind.

12-Induction, 2.

317

My love is thaw'd;

Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire,
Bears no impression of the thing it was.

318

2-ii. 4.

Now by the jealous queent of heaven, that kiss

I carried from thee, dear; my true lip

Hath virgin'd it e'er since.

Should we be taking leave

28-v. 3.

319

As long a term as yet we have to live,

The loathness to depart would grow.

31-i. 2.

How all the other passions fleet to air,
As doubtful thoughts, and rash-embraced despair,

And shudd'ring fear, and green-eyed jealousy.

O love, be moderate, allay thy ecstasy,

In measure rain thy joy, scant this excess;

I feel too much thy blessing, make it less,
For fear I surfeit!

9-iii. 2.

If ever thou shalt love,

In the sweet pangs of it remember me:

For, such as I am, all true lovers are;

Unstaid and skittish in all motions else,.

Save, in the constant image of the creature
That is beloved.

325

4-ii. 4.

I will wind thee in my arms.

So doth the woodbine, the sweet honeysuckle,

Gently entwist, -the female ivy so
Enrings the barky fingers of the elm.

7-iv. 1.

326

A loss of her,

That, like a jewel, has hung twenty years,
About his neck, yet never lost her lustre. 25-ii. 2.

327

A love, that makes breath poor, and speech unable.

34-i. 1.

328

You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings,

And soar with them above a common bound....

I am too sore empierced with his shaft,

To soar with his light feathers: and so bound,

I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe:

Under love's heavy burden do I sink.

35-i. 4.

329

Love goes towards love, as school-boys from their

books:

But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.

330

35-ii. 2.

This weak impress of love is as a figure
Trenched in ice; which with an hour's heat

Dissolves to water, and doth lose his form.

2-iii. 2.

331

I would have thee gone;

And yet no farther than a wanton's bird,

That lets it hop a little from her hand,

Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,†

And with a silk thread plucks it back again,

So loving-jealous of his liberty.

332

So holy, and so perfect is my love,
And I in such a poverty of grace,

35-ii. 2.