For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing ling'ring look behind.
For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing ling'ring look behind.
E'er cross'd the dear child's thoughts.
Our penitent most humbly pardon sought;
Said he, if e'er to life again I'm brought,
No jealousy, suspicion's hateful bane,
Shall ever enter my distracted brain.
Forgive me, Valentine; if hearty sorrow
Be a sufficient ransom for offence,
I tender 't here; I do as truly suffer
As e'er I did commit.
Ah, yet, e'er I descend to th' grave May I a small house, and large garden have And a few friends, and many books, both true, Both wise, and both delightful too And since Love ne'er will from me flee, A mistress moderately fair, And g.
What I love shall come like visitant of air,
Safe in secret power from lurking human snare;
What loves me, no word of mine shall e'er betray,
Though for faith unstained my life must forfeit pay.
Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave.
Who e'er can crush Thy light?
Should e'er unhappy love my bosom pain,
From cruel parents, or relentless fair;
O let me think it is not quite in vain
To sigh out sonnets to the midnight air!
As half in shade and half in sun This world along its path advances, May that side the sun 's upon Be all that e'er shall meet thy glances.
E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.
By mine honesty,
If she be mad, as I believe no other,
Her madness hath the oddest frame of sense,
Such a dependency of thing on thing,
As e'er I heard in madness.
Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.
No man e'er felt the halter draw, With good opinion of the law.
This is the most despiteful'st gentle greeting
The noblest hateful love, that e'er I heard of.
Here I kneel:
If e'er my will did trespass 'gainst his love
Either in discourse of thought or actual deed,
Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense,
Delighted them in any other form,
Or that I do not yet, and ever did,
And ever will, though he do shake me off
To beggarly divorcement, love him dearly,
Comfort forswear me!
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