To his Mistress in Absence.
[Tasso.]
Far from thy dearest self, the scope
Of all my aims,
I waste in secret flames;
And only live because I hope.
O when will Fate restore5
The joys, in whose bright fire
My expectation shall expire,
That I may live because I hope no more!
The Hasty Kiss.
[Secundus.]
A kiss I begg’d, and thou didst[64:1] join
Thy[64:2] lips to mine;
Then, as afraid, snatch’d[64:3] back their treasure,
And mock’d[64:4] my pleasure.
Again, my Dearest![64:5]—for in this5
Thou only gav’st[64:6] desire, and not a kiss.