Love."Because thy heart cannot thy joy dissemble!
Thy life and death are both lodged in her eye."
Philoparthen. "Dost thou not her, with self-same passion strike?"
Love."O, no! Her heart and thine are not alike."
XX.
Such are thy parts of body and of mind;
That if I should not love thee as I do,
I should too much degenerate from Kind,
And think the world would blame my weakness too.
For he, whom such perfections cannot move,