13. To my Excellent Lucasia, on our Friendship
I did not live until this time
Crown’d my felicity,
When I could say without a crime,
I am not thine, but thee.
This carcass breath’d, and walkt, and slept,
So that the world believ’d
There was a soul the motions kept;
But they were all deceiv’d.
For as a watch by art is wound