DIVINEST Cælia, send no more to ask How I in absence do; your servant may Be freed of that unnecessary task: For you may know it by a shorter way. I was a shadow when I went from you; And shadows are from sickness ever free. My heart you kept (a sad one, though a true) And nought but memory went home with me. Look in your breast, where now two hearts you have, And see if they agree together there: If mine want aid, be merciful and save, And seek not for me any other where: Should my physician question how I do, I cannot tell him, till I ask of you. |