off t lamenting kiss,

    h away ;

    turn, t, t  me turn this,

    And let ourselves benig day.

    e ask none leave to love ; nor will we owe

    Any so c;Go.quot;

    Go ; and if t e killed thee,

    Ease me oo.

    Or, if it  my word work on me,

    And a just office on a murderer do.

    Except it be too late, to kill me so,

    Being double dead, going, and bidding, quot;Go.quot;

    FOR my first ty years, since yesterday,

    I scarce believed t be gone away ;

    For forty more I fed on favours past,

    And forty on  t t last ;

    tears drowo ;

    A think nor do,

    Or not divide, all being one t of you ;

    Or in a t t too.

    Yet call not t t I

    Am, by being dead, immortal ; can gs die ?

    NO lover saither

    Can judge a perfect lover ;

    else none can or will agree,

    t any loves but he ;

    I cannot say I loved, for who can say

    erday.

    Love , more young than old,

    Deatoo much cold ;

    e die but once, and w did die,

    saith lie ;

    For to move, and stir a while,

    It dothe sense beguile.

    Suc w

    is set,

    Or like t wter

    Leaves bewo er.

    Once I loved and died ; and am now become

    Mine epitapomb ;

    , and so do I ;

    Love-slain, lo ! here I die.

    SOULS joy, now I am gone,

    And you alone,

    — be,

    Since I must leave myself hee,

    And carry th me—

    Yet wo o