stone.

    rangers eyes to see,

    Joy to wound me.

    Yet I so  eac,

    As—caused by t.

    [.]

    Say ly must be graced

    ite ;

    And t s longing should exceed,

    And raging breed ;

    So her disdains can neer offend,

    Unless self-love take private end.

    [D.]

    tis love breeds love in me, and cold disdain

    Kills t again,

    As er causeto fret and fume,

    till all consume.

    make,

    t to Loves self for loves own sake?

    Ill never dig in quarry of an

    to ,

    Nor roast in fiery eyes, which always are

    Canicular.

    his way would a lover prove,

    May sience, not his love.

    A froimes for physic good,

    But not for food ;

    And for t raging here is sure

    A gentler cure.

    e end,

    o public tend?

    SEND me some tokens, t my hope may live

    Or t my easeless ts may sleep and rest ;

    Send me some o make s my hive,

    t in my passions I may .

    I beg nor ribbon wroughine own hands,

    to knit our loves in tastic strain

    Of neouco sands

    Of our affection, t, as ts round and plain,

    So s in simplicity ;

    No, nor t enfold,

    Laced up togety,

    to ss s in the same hold ;

    No, nor ture, t gracious,

    And most desired, cause tis like t

    Nor ty lines, w copious,

    itings w addressd.

    Send me nor t, to increase my score,

    But s I love thee, and no more.