133. His Mistress to Him at His Farewell
You may vow I’ll not forgetTo pay the debtWhich to thy memory stands as dueAs faith can seal it you.—Take then tribute of my tears;So long as I have fearsTo prompt me, I shall everLanguish and look, but thy return see never.Oh then to lessen my despair,Print thy lips into the air,So by thisMeans, I may kiss thy kiss,Whenas some kindWindShall hither waft it:—And, in lieu,My lips shall send a thousand back to you.