The other two,ſlight ayre,and
purging fire,
Are both with thee,where euer I
abide,
The firſt my thought,the other my
deſire,
Theſe preſent abſent with ſwift
motion ſlide.
For when theſe quicker Elements
are gone
In tender Embaſſie of loue to
thee,
My life being made of foure,with
two alone,
Sinkes downe to death,oppreſt
with melancholie.
Vntill liues compoſition be
recured,
By thoſe ſwift meſſengers
return'd from thee,
Who euen but now come back againe
aſſured,
Of their faire health,recounting
it to me.
This told,I ioy,but then no longer glad,
I ſend them back againe and ſtraight grow ſad.
No comments:
Post a Comment