Why should we feare to melt away in death; May we but dye together. When beneath In a coole vault we sleepe, the world will prove Religious, and call it the shrine of Love. There, when oth' wedding eve some beautious maid, Suspitious of the faith of man, hath paid The tribute of her vowes; oth' sudden shee Two violets sprouting from the tombe will see: And cry out, ye sweet emblems of their zeale Who live below, sprang ye up to reveale The story of our future joyes, how we The faithfull patterns of their love shall be? If not; hang downe your heads opprest with dew, And I will weepe and wither hence with you. _To_ CASTARA, _Of what we were before our creation_. When _Pelion_ wondring saw, that raine which fell But now from angry Heaven, to Heaven ward swell: When th' Indian Ocean did the wanton play, Mingling its billowes with the Balticke sea: And the whole earth was water: O where then Were we _Castara_? In the fate of men Lost underneath the waves? Or to beguile Heaven's justice, lurkt we in _Noahs_ floating Isle? We had no being then. This fleshly frame Wed to a soule, long after, hither came A stranger to it selfe. Those moneths that were But the last age, no news of us did heare. What pompe is then in us? Who th' other day Were nothing; and in triumph now, but clay. _To the Moment last past._ O Whither dost thou flye? Cannot my vow Intreat thee tarry? Thou wert here but now, And thou art gone: like ships which plough the Sea, And leave no print for man to tracke their way. O unseene wealth! who thee did husband, can Out-vie the jewels of the Ocean, The mines of th' earth! One sigh well spent in thee Had beene a purchase for eternity! We will not loose thee then. _Castara_, where Shall we finde out his hidden sepulcher; And wee'le revive him. Not the cruell stealth Of fate shall rob us, of so great a wealth. Undone in thrift! while we besought his stay, Ten of his fellow moments fled away. _To_ CASTARA. _Of the knowledge of Love._ Where sleepes the North-wind when the South inspires Life in the spring, and gathers into quires The scatter'd Nightingales; whose subtle eares Heard first th' harmonious language of the Spheares; Whence hath the stone Magneticke force t'allure Th' enamour'd iron; From a seed impure Or naturall did first the Mandrake grow; What powre ith' Ocean makes it ebbe and flow; What strange materials is the azure skye Compacted of; of what its[31] brightest eye The ever flaming Sunne; what people are In th'unknowne world; what worlds in every star; Let curious fancies at this secret rove; _Castara_ what we know, wee'le practise, Love. [31] her. 1635. [32]_To the Right Honourable the Countesse of_ C. Madam,