Life of my life

Life of my life, take not so soone Thy flight,

But stay the time till we have bade Good night.

Thou hast both Wind and Tide with thee; Thy way

As soone dispatcht is by the Night, as Day.

Let us not then so rudely henceforth goe

Till we have wept, kist, sigh't, shook hands, or so.

There's paine in part-ing; and a kind of hell,

When once true-lovers take their last Fare-well.

What? shall we two our endlesse leaves take here

With-out a sad looke, or a solemne teare?

He knowes not Love, that hath not this truth proved,

Love is most loth to leave the thing beloved.

Pay we our Vowes, and goe; yet when we part

Then, even then, I will bequeath my heart

In-to thy loving hands: For Ile keep none

To warme my Breast, when thou my Pulse art gone.

No, here Ile last, and walk (a harm-less shade)

A-bout this Urne, where-in thy Dust is laid,

To guard it so, as nothing here shall be

Heavy, to hurt those sacred seeds of thee.