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Thus vent thy thoughts; abroad I'll studie thee, 55
As he removes farre off, that great heights takes;
How great love is, presence best tryall makes,
But absence tryes how long this love will bee;
To take a latitude
Sun, or starres, are fitliest view'd 60
At their brightest, but to conclude
Of longitudes, what other way have wee,
But to marke when, and where the darke eclipses bee?


[A Valediction: of _&c. _ _Ed:_ A Valediction of the Booke
_A18_, _N_, _TCC_, _TCD:_ Valediction of the booke. _D_,
_H49_, _Lec:_ Valediction 3: Of the Booke _O'F:_ The Booke
_Cy_, _P:_ Valediction to his booke. _1633-69_, _S:_ A
Valediction of a booke left in a windowe. _JC_]

[18 Records, _1633-69:_ records, _Grolier_]

[20 tome _1633-35:_ to me _1639-54:_ Tomb. _1669_, _A18_,
_Cy_, _Lec_, _N_, _S_]

[21 Idiome, _Ed:_ Idiome; _1633-69_]

[22 instruments: _Ed:_ instruments, _1633-69_. _See note_]

[25 and Goths inundate us, _A18_, _B_, _Cy_, _D_, _H40_,
_H49_, _Lec_, _N_, _TC:_ and the Goths invade us, _1633-54_,
_S:_ and Goths invade us, _1669_, _H40_, _JC_ (or), _O'F_,
_P_]

[26 were safe; _1633:_ _rest omit semicolon_.

Universe _1633-39:_ Universe, _1650-69_]

[30 abstract] abstracted _1669_]

[32 Or, . . . amuze _Ed:_ Or . . . amuze, _1633-69_]

[33 infirmitie,] infirmities, _1669_, _D_, _H49_, _Lec_]

[38 titles] titles, _1663_]

[39 these states] those rites _A18_, _N_, _TC_]

[40 womankinde, _Ed:_ womankinde.
_1633-54:_ womankinde:
_1669_]

[43 relies, _Ed:_ relies _1633:_ relies; _1635-69_]

[44 give,] give; _1635-69_]

[46 Statesmen] Tradesmen _Cy_, _P_]

[47 grounds: _Ed:_ grounds, _1633-69_]

[49 'tis, one] 'tis on _1669_]

[53 their nothing _1635-54_, _A18_, _B_, _Cy_, _D_, _H40_,
_H49_, _JC_ (nothings), _Lec_, _N_, _O'F_, _S_, _TC_ (_but
the MSS. waver between_ their _and_ there): there something
_1633_, _1669_, _P_]

[55 vent _1633_, _1669:_ went _1635-54_

thoughts; abroad] thoughts abroad: _1669_]

[56 great heights] shadows _O'F_]

[63 _1669 omits_ darke]




_Communitie. _

Good wee must love, and must hate ill,
For ill is ill, and good good still,
But there are things indifferent,
Which wee may neither hate, nor love,
But one, and then another prove,
As wee shall finde our fancy bent. 5

If then at first wise Nature had
Made women either good or bad,
Then some wee might hate, and some chuse,
But since shee did them so create, 10
That we may neither love, nor hate,
Onely this rests, All, all may use.

If they were good it would be seene,
Good is as visible as greene,
And to all eyes it selfe betrayes: 15
If they were bad, they could not last,
Bad doth it selfe, and others wast,
So, they deserve nor blame, nor praise.

But they are ours as fruits are ours,
He that but tasts, he that devours, 20
And he that leaves all, doth as well:
Chang'd loves are but chang'd sorts of meat,
And when hee hath the kernell eate,
Who doth not fling away the shell?


[Communitie. _1635-69:_ _no title_, _1633_, _A18_, _B_, _Cy_,
_D_, _H40_, _H49_, _JC_, _L74_, _Lec_, _N_, _O'F_, _P_, _S_,
_S96_, _TCC_, _TCD_]

[3 there _1635-69_, _A18_, _B_, _N_, _O'F_, _S_, _TC_, _&c. :_
these _1633_, _D_, _Cy_, _H49_, _Lec_]

[7 had _Ed:_ had, _1633-39_]

[12 All, all _1633-54:_ All men _1669_]

[15 betrayes: _1650-69:_ betrayes, _1633-39_]

[21 well: _Ed:_ well, _1633-69_]




_Loves growth. _

I scarce beleeve my love to be so pure
As I had thought it was,
Because it doth endure
Vicissitude, and season, as the grasse;
Me thinkes I lyed all winter, when I swore, 5
My love was infinite, if spring make'it more.

But if this medicine, love, which cures all sorrow
With more, not onely bee no quintessence,
But mixt of all stuffes, paining soule, or sense,
And of the Sunne his working vigour borrow, 10
Love's not so pure, and abstract, as they use
To say, which have no Mistresse but their Muse,
But as all else, being elemented too,
Love sometimes would contemplate, sometimes do.

And yet no greater, but more eminent, 15
Love by the spring is growne;
As, in the firmament,
Starres by the Sunne are not inlarg'd, but showne.
Gentle love deeds, as blossomes on a bough,
From loves awakened root do bud out now. 20
If, as in water stir'd more circles bee
Produc'd by one, love such additions take,
Those like so many spheares, but one heaven make,
For, they are all concentrique unto thee.
And though each spring doe adde to love new heate, 25
As princes doe in times of action get
New taxes, and remit them not in peace,
No winter shall abate the springs encrease.


[Loves growth.