Since then unkind Fate will divorce Those whom Affection long united, Be thou as cruel as this force, And I in death shall be delighted. 20 Thus while so many suppliants woo. And beg they may thy pity prove, I only for thy scorn do sue: 'Tis charity here not to love. [_The Divorce._] A rise from one or two preceding pieces.] [Line: 12 Who] That _1647_.] [Line: 14 I] cold _1647_.] [Line: 15 He] I _1647_.] [Line: 16 is] am _1647_.] [Line: 21 while] whilst _1647_. woo] do _1647_.] [Line: 22 'Implore thy pity they may prove' _1647_.] _Time Recovered._ CASONE. Come, my dear, whilst youth conspires With the warmth of our desires; Envious Time about thee watches, And some grace each minute snatches; Now a spirit, now a ray, From thy eye he steals away; Now he blasts some blooming rose, Which upon thy fresh cheek grows; Gold now plunders in a hair; Now the rubies doth impair 10 Of thy lips; and with sure haste All thy wealth will take at last; Only that of which thou mak'st Use in time, from time thou tak'st. [_Time Recovered._] This 'very light and good' version is from Guido Casoni (so more usually), a poet of the Trevisan March (1587-1640), and founder of the Academy of the _Incogniti_ at Venice, to the Transactions of which he contributed most of his work.] _The Bracelet._ Rebellious fools that scorn to bow Beneath Love's easy sway, Whose stubborn wills no laws allow, Disdaining to obey, Mark but this wreath of hair, and you shall see, None that might wear such fetters would be free! I once could boast a soul like you, As unconfin'd as air; But mine, which force could not subdue, Was caught within this snare; 10 And, by myself betray'd, I, for this gold, A heart that many storms withstood, have sold. No longer now wise Art inquire, With this vain search delighted, How souls, that human breasts inspire, Are to their frames united; Material chains such spirits well may bind, When this soft braid can tie both arm and mind Now, Beauties, I defy your charm, Rul'd by more powerful art: 20 This mystic wreath which crowns my arm, Defends my vanquish'd heart; And I, subdu'd by one more fair, shall be Secur'd from Conquest by Captivity. [_The Bracelet._] Almost certainly suggested by Donne. If so the suggestion was very rashly taken, but the result might have been worse.] [Line: 7 soul] heart _1647_. l. 12 is an alteration--as Miss Guiney very rightly says to its detriment--of _1647_, which reads-- Have to mine enemy my freedom sold. ] [Line: 15 _1647_ 'that do our life inspire'.]