When love and griefe their exaltation had,
No doore 'gainst this names influence shut;
40As much more loving, as more sad,
'Twill make thee; and thou shouldst, till I returne,
Since I die daily, daily mourne.
VIII.
When thy inconsiderate hand
Flings ope this casement, with my trembling name,
45To looke on one, whose wit or land,
New battry to thy heart may frame,