The Works of Abraham Cowley/Volume 2/The Increase
THE INCREASE.
I thought, I'll swear, I could have lov'd no more
Than I had done before;
But you as easily might account
Till to the top of numbers you amount,
As cast up my love's score.
Ten thousand millions was the sum;
Millions of endless millions are to come.
Than I had done before;
But you as easily might account
Till to the top of numbers you amount,
As cast up my love's score.
Ten thousand millions was the sum;
Millions of endless millions are to come.
I'm sure her beauties cannot greater grow;
Why should my love do so?
A real cause at first did move;
But mine own fancy now drives-on my love,
With shadows from itself that flow.
My love, as we in numbers see,
By cyphers is increas'd eternally.
Why should my love do so?
A real cause at first did move;
But mine own fancy now drives-on my love,
With shadows from itself that flow.
My love, as we in numbers see,
By cyphers is increas'd eternally.
So the new-made and untry'd spheres above
Took their first turn from th' hand of Jove;
But are, since that beginning, found
By their own forms to move for ever round.
All violent motions short do prove;
But, by the length, ’tis plain to see
That Love's a motion natural to me.
Took their first turn from th' hand of Jove;
But are, since that beginning, found
By their own forms to move for ever round.
All violent motions short do prove;
But, by the length, ’tis plain to see
That Love's a motion natural to me.