LOVE POEM S. I The good-morrow. Wonder by my troth, what thou, and I Did, till we lov'd? were we not wean'd till then? But suck'd on countrey pleasures, childishly? Or snorted we in the seaven sleepers den? Which I desir'd, and got, t'was but a dreame of thee. And now good morrow to our waking soules, My face in thine eye, thine in mine appeares, If our two loves be one, or, thou and I Love so alike, that none doe slacken, none can die. IO 20 Song. Oe, and catche a falling starre, Ge, and catchit af mang stke roote, a Tell me, where all past yeares are, What winde Serves to advance an honest minde. If thou beest borne to strange sights, Things invisible to see, Ride ten thousand daies and nights, Till age snow white haires on thee, Thou, when thou retorn'st, wilt tell mee All strange wonders that befell thee, And sweare No where Lives a woman true, and faire. If thou findst one, let mee know, Though at next doore wee might meet, Yet shee Will bee False, ere I come, to two, or three. John Donne. ΤΟ 20 The Sunne Rising. Usie old foole, unruly Sunne, Through windowes, and through curtaines call on us? Sawcy pedantique wretch, goe chide Late schoole boyes, and sowre prentices, Goe tell Court-huntsmen, that the King will ride, Love, all alike, no season knowes, nor clyme, Nor houres, dayes, moneths, which are the rags of time. Thy beames, so reverend, and strong Why shouldst thou thinke? I could eclipse and cloud them with a winke, She'is all States, and all Princes, I, Princes doe but play us; compar'd to this, 10 20 |