Yet I would not have all yet, Hee that hath all can have no more, And since my love doth every day admit 25 New growth, thou shouldst have new rewards in store; Thou canst not every day give me thy heart, If thou canst give it, then thou never gavest it: Loves riddles are, that though thy heart depart, It stayes at home, and thou with losing savest it: 30 But wee will have a way more liberall, Then changing hearts, to joyne them, so wee shall Be one, and one anothers All. [Lovers infinitenesse. _1633-69:_ Mon Tout. _A25_, _C:_ _no title_, _B_, _D_, _H40_, _H49_, _JC_, _Lec_, _O'F_, _P_, _S:_ Elegie. _S96_ _Query_ Loves infinitenesse.] [3 move, _Ed:_ move; _1633-69_] [4 fall, _Ed:_ fall. _1633:_ fall; _1635-69_] [6 teares,] teares _1633_ spent. _Ed:_ spent, _1633-69 and Grolier:_ spent; _Chambers_] [8 Then _1633-35_, _1669:_ That _1639-54_] [9 were] was _1669_ partiall] generall _A25_, _C_] [11 Thee _1633:_ It _1635-69_ (it _1669_)] [12 gavest] givest _1669_] [13 then; _1635-54:_ then, _1633_] [17 and letters _1633:_ in letters _1635-69_] [19 thee. _1639-69:_ thee, _1633-35_] [20 it] is _1633_] [21 is _1633_, _1669:_ was _1635-54_] [25-6 And since my heart doth every day beget New love, _&c._ _A25_.] [29-30 Except mine come when thine doth part And in such giving it, thou savest it: _A25_, _C_ Perchance mine comes, when thine doth parte, And by such losing it, _&c._ _JC_ ] [31 have] love _1669:_ find _A25_, _C_] [32 them] us _1669_] _Song._ Sweetest love, I do not goe, For wearinesse of thee, Nor in hope the world can show A fitter Love for mee; But since that I 5 Must dye at last, 'tis best, To use my selfe in jest Thus by fain'd deaths to dye; Yesternight the Sunne went hence, And yet is here to day, 10 He hath no desire nor sense, Nor halfe so short a way: Then feare not mee, But beleeve that I shall make Speedier journeyes, since I take 15 More wings and spurres then hee. O how feeble is mans power, That if good fortune fall, Cannot adde another houre, Nor a lost houre recall! 20 But come bad chance, And wee joyne to'it our strength, And wee teach it art and length, It selfe o'r us to'advance. When thou sigh'st, thou sigh'st not winde, 25 But sigh'st my soule away, When thou weep'st, unkindly kinde, My lifes blood doth decay. It cannot bee That thou lov'st mee, as thou say'st, 30 If in thine my life thou waste, Thou art the best of mee.