1 Let me pour forth
2My tears before thy face whilst I stay here,
3For thy face coins them, and thy stamp they bear,
4And by this mintage they are something worth,
5 For thus they be
6 Pregnant of thee;
7Fruits of much grief they are, emblems of more,
8When a tear falls, that thou falls which it bore,
9So thou and I are nothing then, when on a diverse shore.
10 On a round ball
11A workman that hath copies by can lay
12An Europe, Afric, and an Asia,
13And quickly make that, which was nothing, all;
14 So doth each tear
15 Which thee doth wear,
16A globe, yea world, by that impression grow,
17Till thy tears mixed with mine do overflow
18This world; by waters sent from thee, my heaven dissolvèd so.
19 O more than moon,
20Draw not up seas to drown me in thy sphere;
21Weep me not dead in thine arms, but forbear
22To teach the sea what it may do too soon.
23 Let not the wind
24 Example find,
25To do me more harm than it purposeth;
26Since thou and I sigh one another's breath,
27Whoe'er sighs most is cruellest, and hastes the other's death.
1 Let me pour forth
2My tears before thy face whilst I stay here,
3For thy face coins them, and thy stamp they bear,
4And by this mintage they are something worth,
5 For thus they be
6 Pregnant of thee;
7Fruits of much grief they are, emblems of more,
8When a tear falls, that thou falls which it bore,
9So thou and I are nothing then, when on a diverse shore.
10 On a round ball
11A workman that hath copies by can lay
12An Europe, Afric, and an Asia,
13And quickly make that, which was nothing, all;
14 So doth each tear
15 Which thee doth wear,
16A globe, yea world, by that impression grow,
17Till thy tears mixed with mine do overflow
18This world; by waters sent from thee, my heaven dissolvèd so.
19 O more than moon,
20Draw not up seas to drown me in thy sphere;
21Weep me not dead in thine arms, but forbear
22To teach the sea what it may do too soon.
23 Let not the wind
24 Example find,
25To do me more harm than it purposeth;
26Since thou and I sigh one another's breath,
27Whoe'er sighs most is cruellest, and hastes the other's death.
Let me pour forth
My tears before thy face whilst I stay here,
For thy face coins them, and thy stamp they bear,
And by this mintage they are something worth,
For thus they be
Pregnant of thee;
Fruits of much grief they are, emblems of more,
When a tear falls, that thou falls which it bore,
So thou and I are nothing then, when on a diverse shore.
On a round ball
A workman that hath copies by can lay
An Europe, Afric, and an Asia,
And quickly make that, which was nothing, all;
So doth each tear
Which thee doth wear,
A globe, yea world, by that impression grow,
Till thy tears mixed with mine do overflow
This world; by waters sent from thee, my heaven dissolvèd so.
O more than moon,
Draw not up seas to drown me in thy sphere;
Weep me not dead in thine arms, but forbear
To teach the sea what it may do too soon.
Let not the wind
Example find,
To do me more harm than it purposeth;
Since thou and I sigh one another's breath,
Whoe'er sighs most is cruellest, and hastes the other's death.
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