Whate’er she meant by it, bury it with me,
For since I am
Love’s martyr, it might breed idolatry,
If into other hands these relics came;
As ’twas humility
To afford to it all that a soul can do,
So, ’tis some bravery,
That, since you would have none of me, I bury some of you.
In The Blossom he is in a still more earthly mood, and declares that, if his mistress remains obdurate, he will return to London, where he will find a mistress:
As glad to have my body as my mind.