| BY our first strange and fatall interview, | |
| By all desires which thereof did ensue, | |
| By our long starving hopes, by that remorse | |
| Which my words masculine perswasive force | |
| Begot in thee, and by the memory | 5 |
| Of hurts, which spies and rivals threatned me, | |
| I calmly beg: But by thy fathers wrath, | |
| By all paines, which want and divorcement hath, | |
| I conjure thee, and all the oathes which I | |
| And thou have sworne to seale joynt constancy, | 10 |
| Here I unsweare, and overswear them thus, | |
| Thou shalt not love by wayes so dangerous. | |
| Temper, ô faire Love, loves impetuous rage, | |
| Be my true Mistris still, not my faign'd Page; | |
| I'll goe, and, by thy kinde leave, leave behinde | 15 |
| Thee, onely worthy to nurse in my minde | |
| Thirst to come backe; ô if thou die before, | |
| My soule from other lands to thee shall soare. | |
| Thy (else Almighty) beautie cannot move | |
| Rage from the Seas, nor thy love teach them love, | 20 |
| Nor tame wilde Boreas harshnesse; Thou hast reade | |
| How roughly hee in peeces shivered | |
| Faire Orithea, whom he swore he lov'd. | |
| Fall ill or good, 'tis madnesse to have prov'd | |
| Dangers unurg'd; Feed on this flattery, | 25 |
| That absent Lovers one in th'other be. | |
| Dissemble nothing, not a boy, nor change | |
| Thy bodies habite, nor mindes; bee not strange | |
| To thy selfe onely; All will spie in thy face | |
| A blushing womanly discovering grace; | 30 |
| Richly cloath'd Apes, are call'd Apes, and as soone | |
| Ecclips'd as bright we call the Moone the Moone. | |
| Men of France, changeable Camelions, | |
| Spittles of diseases, shops of fashions, | |
| Loves fuellers, and the rightest company | 35 |
| Of Players, which upon the worlds stage be, | |
| Will quickly know thee, and no lesse, alas! | |
| Th'indifferent Italian, as we passe | |
| His warme land, well content to thinke thee Page, | |
| Will hunt thee with such lust, and hideous rage, | 40 |
| As Lots faire guests were vext. But none of these | |
| Nor spungy hydroptique Dutch shall thee displease, | |
| If thou stay here. O stay here, for, for thee | |
| England is onely a worthy Gallerie, | |
| To walke in expectation, till from thence | 45 |
| Our greatest King call thee to his presence. | |
| When I am gone, dreame me some happinesse, | |
| Nor let thy lookes our long hid love confesse, | |
| Nor praise, nor dispraise me, nor blesse nor curse | |
| Openly loves force, nor in bed fright thy Nurse | 50 |
| With midnights startings, crying out, oh, oh | |
| Nurse, ô my love is slaine, I saw him goe | |
| O'r the white Alpes alone; I saw him I, | |
| Assail'd, fight, taken, stabb'd, bleed, fall, and die. | |
| Augure me better chance, except dread Iove | 55 |
| Thinke it enough for me to'have had thy love. | |
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