COME, dearest Julia! thou and I Will knit us in so strict a tie, As shall with greater pow'r engage Than feeble charms of marriage: We will be friends, our thoughts shall go, Without impeachment, to and fro; The same desires shall elevate Our mingled souls, the selfsame hate Shall cause aversion, we will bear One sympathizing hope and fear, And for to move more close, we'll frame Our triumphs and our tears the same; Yet will we ne'er so grossly dare, As our ignobler selves shall share; Let men desire, like those above Unmatter'd forms, we'll only love, And teach the ruder world to shame, When heat increaseth to a flame. Love's like a landscape, which doth stand Smooth at a distance, rough at hand; Or like a fire, which from afar Doth gently warm, consumes when near. |