Sonet 6.

It may be Loue doth not my death pretend
Although he shutes at me but thinkes it fitte
Thus to bewitch thee for my benefitte
Causing thy will to my wish condescend.

For witches which some murder doe intend
Doe make a picture and doe shute at it
And in that place where they the picture hitt
The partyes selfe doth languish to his end
So Loue to weake by force thy hearte to taynt
Within my hearte thy heauenly shape doth paynte.

Sonet 5.

When youre perfections to my thoughts appeare
They say amonge themselues O happie wee
Which ever shall so rare an obiect see
But happie hearte if thoughts lesse happie were.

For theyre delights haue cost my heart full deare
In whome of loue a thowsand causes be
And each cause breeds a thowsand loues in me
And each loue more then thowsand hearts can beare.

How can my hearte so many loues then hold
Which yet by heapes encrease from day to day
But like a ship that's overcharg'd with gold

Sonet 3.

Thyne eye the glasse where I behold my hearte
Myne eye the windowe through the which thyne eye
May see my hearte and there thy selfe espie
In bloudie coloures how thow paynted art

Thyne eye the pyle is of a murdering darte
Myne eye the sight thow takst thy levell by
To hitt my hearte and neuer shut'st awrye
Myne eye thus helpes thyne eye to worke my smarte

Thyne eye a fire is both in heate and light
Myne eye of teares a river doth become
O that the water of myne eye had might

Sonet 2.

Fly low (deare Loue) thy sun dost thow not see?
Take heed doe not so neare his rayes aspire
Least for thy pride inflam'd with kindled ire
It burne thy wings as it hath burned me.

Thow happely sayst thy wings immortall bee
And so cannot consumed be with fire
The one is hope the other is desire
And that the heauens bestow'd them both on thee.

A Muses words caus'd thee with hope to flye
An Angells face desire hath begotte
Thy selfe engendred of a goddesse eye

Sonet 1.

Resolud to loue vnworthie to obtayne
I doe no favoure craue but humble wise
To thee my sighes in verse I sacrifice
Only some pittie and no helpe to gayne.

Heare then and as my heart shall ay remayne
A patient obiect to thy lightning eyes
A patient eare bring thow to thundring cryes
Feare not the cracke when I the blow sustayne

So as thyne eye bred my ambitiouse thought
So shall thyne eare make proude my voyce for ioy
Loe deare what wonders great by thee are wrought

ECLOGUE X

Meroe, Otys

M EROE . Otys , begin — —
Since he is gone, I'll fetch him to my Arms
By sacred Spells, and Force of Magick Charms,
Search in the Slime, you'll find the Cramp-fish there,
That, chilling stops whatever swims too near:
You'll find the Fish, that stays the labouring Ship,
Tho' ruffling Winds drive o'er the noisy Deep:
So Phorbas , while from me he perjur'd flies,
Is struck benumb'd, and fix'd with strange Surprize.
Look down auspicious Moon: too well you know

So long as we are exiled from God, we can scarcely escape sin .

R ESTORATION

I CAME into the world for love of Thee,
 I left Thee at Thy bidding;
I put off my white robes and shining crown
And came into this world for love of Thee.

I have lived in the grey light for love of Thee,
 In mean and darken'd houses:
The scarlet fruits of knowledge and of sin
Have stain'd me with their juice for love of Thee.

I could not choose but sin for love of Thee,
 From Thee so sadly parted;

GATES OF LOVE

I S that thy voice which, deep in haunted glades,
Expounds the passion of the nightingale?
Is that thy smile which on these Kentish cliffs
Pours mellow warmth o'er miles of waving wheat?
Is that thine eyes' light on the gleaming sea?
Is that the flower-sweet fragrance of thy breath
In hyacinthine dingles, deeply sunk,
Possess'd by spells and incense? Is it thou
Whose beauty's morn, in amaranthine blue
And glory draped, looks down on joyful earth
And royal majesty of open main

It is, it was, and yet it was not. No,
The thing that was is not the thing I knew,
What God Himself has done can Time undo,
Take what He gave? O Earth, thy lilies blow;
And bright, O Heaven, is thy morning glow,
And quickly comes the winter, comes the night —
And even so our glory and delight
Must pass — the thing we treasure even so.

We saw Thy gifts and loved, and Thee we saw,
Bright in their brightness — Thee we saw and loved —
And not in vain our hearts were inly moved,
And not in vain the rapture and the awe;

O great Immortal, take my mortal hand,
One moment let me feel thy hand on mine,
And tell me of the mansions that are thine,
Far in the bright remote mysterious land;
Where purer ripples break upon the strand,
Where brighter stars and larger planets shine,
Where earth is fairer, heaven more divine,
And loving souls in Love's high presence stand.

And thou shalt tell me also how thy place
Was vacant, how thou didst not hold in scorn
The taint of mortal things and Time's disgrace;
And even to man, the outcast and forlorn,