VIII.

_Song._

Probably by the Earl of Pembroke.

Soules joy, now I am gone, And you alone, (Which cannot be, Since I must leave my selfe with thee, And carry thee with me) 5 Yet when unto our eyes Absence denyes Each others sight, And makes to us a constant night, When others change to light; 10 _O give no way to griefe, But let beliefe Of mutuall love, This wonder to the vulgar prove Our Bodyes, not wee move._ 15

Let not thy wit beweepe Wounds but sense-deepe, For when we misse By distance our lipp-joying blisse, Even then our soules shall kisse, 20 Fooles have no meanes to meet, But by their feet. Why should our clay, Over our spirits so much sway, To tie us to that way? 25 _O give no way to griefe, &c._

[Song. _1635-69_, _O'F_: also in the Poems &c. (1660) of the Earle of Pembroke and S^{r} Benjamin Ruddier, and the Lansdowne MS. 777, here it is signed E. of Pembroke._]

[1 now] when _1660_, _L77_]

[17 Wounds _L77_: Words _1635-69_, _O'F_

sense-deepe,] _no hyphen_, _1635-69_]

[18 when] while _L77_]

[19 lipp-joyning _L77_ (_not_ lives joining _as Chambers reports_): hopes joyning _1635-69_, _O'F_]

_A Dialogue._

EARLE OF PEMBROKE.

If her disdaine least change in you can move, you doe not love, For whilst your hopes give fuell to the fire, you sell desire. Love is not love, but given free, 5 And so is mine, so should yours bee.

Her heart that melts at others moane, to mine is stone. Her eyes that weepe a strangers hurt to see, joy to wound mee: 10 Yet I so much affect each part, As (caus'd by them) I love my smart.

Say her disdaynings justly must be grac't with name of chaste. And that shee frownes least longing should exceed, 15 and raging breed; Soe can her rigor ne'er offend Unlesse selfe-love seeke private end.

BEN: RUDDIER

'Tis love breeds love in mee, and cold disdaine kils that againe, 20 As water causeth fire to fret and fume, till all consume. Who can of love more free gift make, Then to loves self, for loves own sake.

I'll never dig in Quarry of an heart 25 to have no part, Nor roast in fiery eyes, which alwayes are Canicular. Who this way would a Lover prove, May shew his patience, not his love. 30

A frowne may be sometimes for physick good, But not for food; And for that raging humour there is sure A gentler Cure. Why barre you love of private end, 35 Which never should to publique tend?

[A Dialogue. _Ed_: A Dialogue betweene S^{r} Henry Wotton and M^{r} Donne. _1635-69 among_ Letters to Severall Personages: _no heading but divided between_ Earle of Pembroke _and_ Ben: Ruddier _H39_, _H40_, _P_: _and so between_ P _and_ R _in the_ Poems _&c._ (1660) _of Pembroke and Ruddier_. _See note_: _only 18 lines and no dialogue_, _Cy_: _in TCD_ (_II_) _the first part is given to_ Earl of Pembroke _and_ S^{r} Henry Wotton, _the second to_ S^{r} Ben. Ruddier _and_ D^{r} John Donne]

[3 whilst your hopes give _H39_, (the), _H40_, _P_: when the hope gives _1635-54_: when that hope gives _1669_]

[7 melts at _H39_, _H40_, _P_, _TCD_: melts to hear of _1635-69_]

[9 a strangers] anothers _P_

hurt _H39_, _H40_, _P_, _TCD_: eyes _1635-69 and mod. edd._]

[11 much _Cy_, _H39_, _H40_, _P_, _TCD_: well _1635-69_]

[13 Say _1635-69_: I think _H39_: Think _H40_: But thinke _P_

her disdaynings _1635-69_: her unkindness _H40_: that her disdaine _P_

must be] may well be _P_]

[17-18 _text_ _H40_, _P_, _P and R_:

So her disdaines can ne'er offend; Vnlesse selfe-love take private end. _1635-69_ ]

[21 causeth] maketh _H40_, _P_]

[23-4

Who can of love more free gift make Then to loves self, for loves owne sake

_H39_, _H40_, _P_ (_but H39 has to love in 23_)

Who can of love more gift make, Then to love selfe for loves sake. _1635-39_ Who can of love more rich gift make, Then to love selfe-love for loves sake? _1650-54_ Who can of love more rich gift make, Then to Loves self for loves own sake. _1669_ ]

[25 Quarry] quarryes _P_]

[27 roast _1669_, _H40_: rest _1635-54_: waste _H39_, _P_]

[30 May] doth _H39_, _H40_, _P_]