SCOPERTA

I will perform my best in your behalf But I do fear I am not valiant Sir. Enter Niente. So our progeny may still be kisses— If you retard your presence while the Sun (In's raze) fill up one Hour, you'll find before Your next review, that grief hath made me old, And I shall look more Like a Matron then A Bride; so much your absence mortifies. Like to my Genius he does move about The house. Our souls are surely near allied— The Garden (Signior) does contain more walks, As pensative in shade as this. I do Beseech you, change your path, and leave me here. If I am seen, my life is forfeited— How dare I traffic thus For love with thee: when thy accounts with Heaven Are yet not cleared that lust betrayed thee to? Were I well known Unto the quality of thy new love, I would reveal my self, and take from thy Belief the false opinion of my gilded. Bear witness Immortality and Truth That I'm official here but by pretence, My Veins are cold and chaste as Northern snow. Scoperta is my name. I Sister am To Altamont ; not Mistress of his lust. And you when I beheld, I said to Heaven, Oh make but his immortal partly Like to The Garment Nature clothes it in, and h lle Remain a Type, from whom shall be derived The Prophets, and the Kings that rule the Earth. I should have used More leisure and nice Art, when I did give My love away. Since time grew old, he slowly finds his steps I'th dark: by day he swifter moves. Get thee To bed; The Casements of thine Eyes are shut; Impris ning their deer Light. Come my Sciolto, and confirm the virtue of Thy faith; or I disperse my Soul in Sighs, And make this Chair my easy monument. Roads. You swelling Clouds choke my afflicted sighed Nature (it seems) is frighted from her health. I want pretence to sooth my faith: Else I Would hope your hands deprived her not of breath? The hours that gave her opportunity To err, were known so few; that my belief Concludes her guiltless of the actual sin. Be deaf (sweet heaven) to this. Did Sciolto Iterate her foul speech? Is he dead too? The Genius of the world Is sick, all Forms must cease. Oh Sir, should I restrain the flux, my Eyes Would drop from their lose Strings instead of Tears. Oh Sciolto. Art thou so early fled, To taste eternity, and unknown fate. I bring My innocence, to'th'cleere survey of Heaven. No mercy, for our Noble Mother's sake? I am too weak to force from your belief Mistakes so strong. The last of all My merits shall be called obedience to Your will: If you do owe a kindness to Your self; think on Religion and the Laws. Exit. Pale Planet shine! It must be he. My Ears Persuade me they oretooke his voice. Sir, Sir! — There's not a Star in all the Firmament Belongs to us. Our love was of too nimble growth unless Philosophy give hope, that after death We may converse; this is the last of all Our interviews. The word that's herd abreuiates our discourse And li e: the Sand that limits both is fallen Into the reach of number now: and I Have spent with thee the hasty time prefixed For a devout employment of my Beads. The murderers are within. Unto thy Lips I'd throw a kiss; but with The strings of my poor solitary Lute They' e bound my hands! — And I could weep until I quenched that am, And drew suspicion that a second Flood Was come to drown mortality again! Whence is that noise? Hah, Sciolto ! And I supposed thee fled A Harbinger to Heaven: with purpose to Bespeak my Billet near to thine. We cannot (Sir) be mortal long; therefore Receive a hope our sufferance will cease. So much of various fate, so soon expressed Two lovers yet never knew; since sympathy First dwelled on Earth. While still ther's noise, and business in the world; While still the wars grow loud, and battles join; While Kings their Queens salute in Ivory beds. Our Reason frights our Senses to distrust. My Lips do beage from thine a Legacy— I'll not resign these bonds of Death, unless Sciolto share in the compassion too— My memory wou worser sin, should it record Ought that might nourish my dislike of you: You made me taste of sorrow, not of wrath. That kiss (Sir) was so powerful and moist, That you have robbed my Lips of all their wealth! Our new society must not be seen. But if thy love be free from carnal Arts, (Such as the curled Youth of Italy Do use) make me thy sudden stealth Early, (Ere the succeeding Sun arrive i'th'East) Appear beneath my Casements view, and I Will follow thee along the spacious World. May some kind Saint, weep over your Soul until With holy Due, he wash this sin away. This joy will make my Heart dance in my Breast.— They come, they come, deer love, for evermore farewell And whither that our souls, when they're preferred To taste eternity will ever think Upon the bargains of our humane love, Is unto me a desolate suspense. Is there in all your veins, no drop (unmixed With Gaul) that from our Mother is derived, And so may tempt compassion from your Breast?