XLVII. Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took, Or heart in love with fighs himself doth smother, And in his thoughts of love doth share a part: Thyself away art present still with me; For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move, D XLVIII. How careful was I, when I took my way, Each trifle under trueft bars to thrust, That to my use it might unused stay From hands of falsehood, in fure wards of trust Moft worthy comfort, now my greatest grief, Art left the prey of every vulgar thief. Save where thou art not, though I feel thou art, From whence at pleasure thou mayst come and part; For truth proves thievish for a prize so dear. XLIX. Against that time, if ever that time come, Against that time when thou shalt strangely pass, To leave poor me thou hast the strength of laws, Since why to love I can allege no cause. L. How heavy do I journey on the way, When what I feek, my weary travel's end, As if by fome instinct the wretch did know mind: LI. Thus can my love excuse the flow offence O, what excufe will my poor beast then find, 'Since from thee going he went wilful-flow, Towards thee I'll run and give him leave to go.' |