ur eyes

    Absence denies

    Eac,

    And makes to us a constant night,

    o light ;

    O give no o grief,

    But let belief

    Of mutual love

    to the vulgar prove,

    Our bodies, not we move.

    Let not t beweep

    ords but sense deep ;

    For when we miss

    By distance our hopes joining bliss,

    Even then our souls shall kiss ;

    Fools o meet,

    But by t ;

    hy should our clay

    Over our spirits so much sway,

    to tie us to t way?

    O give no o grief, amp;c.

    yet to prove

    I t ty in love,

    So did I reverence, and gave

    orss at their dying hour

    Call,  name, an unknown power,

    As ignorantly did I crave.

    thus when

    t yet knoed by men,

    Our desires give them fashion, and so

    As they size, grow.

    But, from late fair,

    ting in a golden chair,

    Is not less cared for after three days

    By ching which lovers so

    Blindly admire, and h such worship woo ;

    Being  decays ;

    And thence,

    before pleased takes but one sense,

    And t so lamely, as it leaves behind

    A kind of sorroo the mind.

    A we,

    As well as cocks and lions, jocund be

    After such pleasures, unless wise

    Nature decreed—since eac, they say,

    Diminish of life a day—

    this ; as she would man should despise

    t,

    Because t ot,

    And only for a minute made to be

    Ea