To think what I had had, had I had you;
What I have lost in losing of myself;
Are deaths far worse than any you can give.
Yet kill me quickly; for, if I have time,
I shall so wash this soul of mine with tears,120
Make it so fine, that you would be afresh
In love with it; and so perchance I should
Again come to deceive you.
Zir. So rises day, blushing at night's deformity;
And so the pretty flowers, blubber'd with dew,125
And overwash'd with rain, hang down their heads.
I must not look upon her.[She goes towards him
Orb. Were but the lilies in this face as fresh
As are the roses; had I but innocence
Join'd to their blushes, I should then be bold;130
For, when they went on begging, they were ne'er denied.
'Tis but a parting kiss, sir.
Zir. I dare not grant it.
Orb. Your hand, sir, then; for that's a part I shall
Love after death (if after death we love),
'Cause it did right the wrong'd Zorannes here.135
Sleep, sleep for ever; and forgotten too,
All but thy ills, which may succeeding time
Remember, as the seaman does his marks,
To know what to avoid! May at thy name
All good men start, and bad too! may it prove140
Infection to the air, that people dying of it
May help to curse thee for me!
Could I but call thee back as eas'ly now!
But that's a subject for our tears, not hopes!
There is no piecing tulips to their stalks,145
When they are once divorc'd by a rude hand;
All we can do is to preserve in water
A little life, and give, by courteous art,
What scanted nature wants commission for.
That thou shalt have; for to thy memory150
Such tribute of moist sorrow I will pay,
And that so purifi'd by love, that on
Thy grave nothing shall grow but violets
And primroses; of which, too, some shall be
