In love, I hope: sweet fellowship in shame!
One drunkard loves another of the name.
Am I the first that have been perjured so?
I could put thee in comfort. Not by two that I know:
Thou makest the triumviry, the corner-cap of society,
shape of Love's Tyburn that hangs up simplicity.
I fear these stubborn lines lack power to move:
O sweet Maria, empress of my love!
These numbers will I
tear, and write in prose.
O, rhymes are guards on wanton Cupid's hose:
Disfigure not his slop.
This same shall go.
Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye,
'Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument,
heart to this false perjury?
Vows for thee broke deserve not punishment.
A woman I forswore; but I will
Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee:
My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love;
being gain'd cures all disgrace in me.
Vows are but breath, and breath a vapour is:
Then thou, fair sun,
which on my earth dost shine,
Exhalest this vapour-vow; in thee it is:
If broken then, it is no fault of mine:
by me broke, what fool is not so wise
To lose an oath to win a paradise?
This is the liver-vein, which makes flesh a deity,
A green goose a goddess: pure, pure idolatry.
us, God amend! we are much out o' the way.
By whom shall I send this?Company! stay.
All hid, all hid; an old infant play.
Like a demigod here sit I in the sky.
And wretched fools' secrets heedfully
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