IN what torne ship soever I embarke, | |
That ship shall be my embleme of thy Arke; | |
What sea soever swallow mee, that flood | |
Shall be to mee an embleme of thy blood; | |
Though thou with clouds of anger do disguise | 5 |
Thy face; yet through that maske I know those eyes, | |
Which, though they turne away sometimes, | |
They never will despise. | |
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I sacrifice this Iland unto thee, | |
And all whom I lovd there, and who lovd mee; | 10 |
When I have put our seas twixt them and mee, | |
Put thou thy sea betwixt my sinnes and thee. | |
As the trees sap doth seeke the root below | |
In winter, in my winter now I goe, | |
Where none but thee, thEternall root | 15 |
Of true Love I may know. | |
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Nor thou nor thy religion dost controule, | |
The amorousnesse of an harmonious Soule, | |
But thou wouldst have that love thy selfe: As thou | |
Art jealous, Lord, so I am jealous now, | 20 |
That lovst not, till from loving more, thou free | |
My soule: Who ever gives, takes libertie: | |
O, if thou carst not whom I love | |
Alas, thou lovst not mee. | |
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Seale then this bill of my Divorce to All, | 25 |
On whom those fainter beames of love did fall; | |
Marry those loves, which in youth scattered bee | |
On Fame, Wit, Hopes (false mistresses) to thee. | |
Churches are best for Prayer, that have least light: | |
To see God only, I goe out of sight: | 30 |
And to scape stormy dayes, I chuse | |
An Everlasting night | |