Of borrow'd sins; and swimme In woes that were not made for Him. Ah! hard command Of loue! Here must she stand, Charg'd to look on, and with a stedfast ey See her life dy: Leauing her only so much breath As serues to keep aliue her death. 35 40 V. O mother turtle-doue! Soft sourse of loue! That these dry lidds might borrow Somthing from thy full seas of sorrow! O in that brest Of thine (the noblest nest Both of Loue's fires and flouds) might I recline This hard, cold heart of mine! The chill lump would relent, and proue Soft subject for the seige of Loue. VI. O teach those wounds to bleed In me; me, so to read This book of loues, thus writ In lines of death, my life may coppy O let me, here, claim shares! 45 50 it 55 II. What kind of marble, than, Is that cold man Who can look on and see, Nor keep such noble sorrowes company? Sure eu'en from you (My flints) some drops are due, To see so many unkind swords contest While with a faithfull, mutuall floud, Of deaths, and worse Diuided loues. While Son and mother Discourse alternate wounds to one another, Quick deaths that grow And gather, as they come and goe : His nailes write swords in her, which soon her heart Payes back, with more then their own smart. Her swords, still growing with His pain, Turn speares, and straight come home again. IV. She sees her Son, her God. Bow with a load 15 20 25 30 Of borrow'd sins; and swimme In woes that were not made for Him. Ah! hard command Of loue! Here must she stand, Charg'd to look on, and with a stedfast ey See her life dy: Leauing her only so much breath As serues to keep aliue her death. V. O mother turtle-doue! Soft sourse of loue! That these dry lidds might borrow Somthing from thy full seas of sorrow! O in that brest Of thine (the noblest nest Both of Loue's fires and flouds) might I recline This hard, cold heart of mine! The chill lump would relent, and proue Soft subject for the seige of Loue. VI. O teach those wounds to bleed In me; me, so to read This book of loues, thus writ In lines of death, my life may coppy it With loyall cares. O let me, here, claim shares! 35 40 45 50 55 |