[_Love's Innocence._] In _1647_ the following differences occur: Title, 'The Innocence of Love'; l. 1, '(Dear) doth twine' for 'strives to twine'; l. 7, 'To one another whispering there'; ll. 9-10, 'Then blush not, _Fair, that_ flame to _show, Which_ like thyself no crime _can know_'; ll. 11-12, '_Thus led by those chaste_ guides, we may Embrace and kiss as _free_ as they'; l. 20, 'As _are our flames_'; l. 21, 'Thus, _Doris, we_'.] _The Bracelet._ TRISTAN. Now Love be prais'd! that cruel fair, Who my poor heart restrains Under so many chains, Hath weav'd a new one for it of her hair. These threads of amber us'd to play With every courtly wind; And never were confin'd; But in a thousand curls allow'd to stray. Cruel each part of her is grown; Nor less unkind than she 10 These fetters are to me, Which to restrain my freedom, lose their own. [_The Bracelet._] Little survives, even in literary memories, of François Tristan l'Hermite (1601-1655), except the success of his _Marianne_ (Maria_m_ne), 1636, one of the most famous French tragedies of the period outside Corneille. M. Ed. Fournier gave him a niche in Crépet's _Poètes Français_ (Paris, 1861), ii. 539-52, but did not include the original of this piece. The _In Memoriam_ rhyme-order, though the line lengths are different, is interesting. Stanley had perhaps borrowed, before translating it, the 'soft fetters of her hair', noted above, though the fancy is of course primaeval and perennial.] _The Kiss._ When on thy lip my soul I breathe, Which there meets thine, Freed from their fetters by this death Our subtle forms combine; Thus without bonds of sense they move, And like two Cherubins converse by love. Spirits, to chains of earth confin'd, Discourse by sense; But ours, that are by flames refin'd, With those weak ties dispense. 10 Let such in words their minds display; We in a kiss our mutual thoughts convey. But since my soul from me doth fly, To thee retir'd, Thou canst not both retain: for I Must be with one inspir'd. Then, dearest, either justly mine Restore, or in exchange let me have thine. Yet, if thou dost return mine own, Oh tak't again! 20 For 'tis this pleasing death alone Gives ease unto my pain. Kill me once more, or I shall find Thy pity, than thy cruelty, less kind. [_The Kiss._] Title in _1647_ 'The _killing_ Kiss', and several other variants. An answer to this poem appears in Jordan's _Claraphi and Clarinda_.]