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William Shakespeare, 1564-1616 [1640], Poems: vvritten by Wil. Shake-speare. Gent (Printed... by Tho. Cotes, and are to be sold by Iohn Benson [etc.], London) [word count] [S11600]. To look up a word in a dictionary, select the word with your mouse and press 'd' on your keyboard.
If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
Injurious distance should not stop my way, For then dispight of space I would be brought, From limits farre remote, where thou doost stay, No matter then although my foote did stand Vpon the farthest earth remoov'd from thee, For nimble thought can jumpe both sea and land, As soone as thinke the place where he would be. But ah, thought kills me that I am not thought To leape large lengths of miles when thou art gone, But that so much of earth and water wrought, I must attend, times leasure with my mone. Receiving naughts by elements so sloe, But heavy teares, badges of eithers woe. The other two, slight ayre, and purging fire, Are both with thee, where ever I abide, The first my thought, the other my desire, These present absent with swift motion slide, For when these quicker Elements are gone In tender Embassie of love to thee, My life being made of foure, with two alone, Sinkes downe to death, opprest with melancholy. Vntill lives composition be recured, By those swift messengers return'd from thee, Who even but now come backe againe assured, Of their faire health, recounting it to me. This told, I joy, but then no longer glad, I send them back againe and straight grow sad.
William Shakespeare, 1564-1616 [1640], Poems: vvritten by Wil. Shake-speare. Gent (Printed... by Tho. Cotes, and are to be sold by Iohn Benson [etc.], London) [word count] [S11600]. |
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