Soules joy, now I am gone, And you alone, (Which cannot be, Since I must leave my selfe with thee, And carry thee with me) Yet when unto our eyes Absence denyes Each others sight, And makes to us a constant night, When others change to light; @3O give no way to griefe, But let beliefe Of mutuall love, This wonder to the vulgar prove Our Bodyes, not wee move.@1 Let not thy wit beweepe Wounds but sense-deepe, For when we misse By distance our lipp-joyning blisse, Even then our soules shall kisse. Fooles have no meanes to meet, But by their feet. Why should our clay, Over our spirits so much sway, To tie us to that way? @3O give no way to griefe, & c.@1 |