What then is Love but Mourning? What then is love but mourning? Beauty is but a blooming, Youth in his glory entombing; Time hath a while, which none can stay: Then come away, while thus I sing, "Come away! come away, my darling!" Summer in winter fadeth; Gloomy night heavenly light shadeth: (B 325) 401 2 D Thoughts to Eyes Turn all thy thoughts to eyes, True love will yet be free, Turn darkness into day, True love will yet be free, Wrest every word and look, For that will still be free, Love Me or not, Love Her I Must or Die Love me or not, love her I must or die; Leave me or not, follow her, needs must I. O that her grace would my wished comforts give! How rich in her, how happy should I live! All my desire, all my delight should be, Who loves by looks is seldom true to one. Could I enchant, and that it lawful were, Her would I charm softly that none should hear. But love enforced rarely yields firm content; So would I love that neither should repent. Spring of Speaking Grace! Awake, thou spring of speaking grace! mute rest becomes not thee! The fairest women, while they sleep, and pictures, equal be. O come and dwell in love's discourses! Old renewing, new creating. The words which thy rich tongue discourses, Are not of the common rating! Thy voice is as an Echo clear which Music doth beget, Thy speech is as an Oracle which none can counterfeit : For thou alone, without offending, Hast obtained power of enchanting; And I could hear thee without ending, Other comfort never wanting. |