Char[iessa].
And with the same warm breath did mine
Into thy bosom slide,
There dwell, contracted unto thine,
Yet still with me reside.10
Weak Nature no such power doth know:
Love only can these wonders show.
Chor[us].
Both souls thus in desire are one,
And each is two in skill,
Doubled in intellect alone,15
United in the will.
Weak Nature no such power doth know:
Love only can these wonders show.
Draw near,
You lovers, that complain
Of Fortune or Disdain,
And to my ashes lend a tear.
Melt the hard marble with your groans,5
And soften the relentless stones,
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No verse,
No epicedium, bring;10
Nor peaceful requiem sing,
To charm the terrors of my hearse;
No profane numbers must flow near
The sacred silence that dwells here.
Vast griefs are dumb: softly, oh softly mourn!15
Lest you disturb the peace attends my urn.
Yet strew
Upon my dismal grave
Such offerings as you have:
Forsaken cypress, and sad yew;20
For kinder flowers can take no birth
Or growth from such unhappy earth.
Weep only o’er my dust, and say: “Here lies
To Love and Fate an equal sacrifice.”