[22 wee _A18_, _B_, _Cy_, _D_, _H40_, _H49_, _JC_, _Lec_, _N_, _O'F_, _P_, _S_, _S96_, _TC:_ now _1633-69_. _See note_ rest; _Ed:_ rest. _1633-69_] [23 none _om. 1669, D, H40, H49, JC, Lec, S, S96_] [24 None are such Kings, _1669_, _D_, _H40_, _H49_, _JC_, _Lec_, _S_, _S96_] nor] and _D_, _H40_, _H49_, _JC_, _Lec_, _S_, _S96_, bee. _Ed:_ bee; _1633-69_] [27 refraine,] refraine. _1669_] [30 threescore: _Grolier:_ threescore, _1633-69_] _A Valediction: of my name, in the window._ I. My name engrav'd herein, Doth contribute my firmnesse to this glasse, Which, ever since that charme, hath beene As hard, as that which grav'd it, was; Thine eye will give it price enough, to mock 5 The diamonds of either rock. II. 'Tis much that Glasse should bee As all confessing, and through-shine as I, 'Tis more, that it shewes thee to thee, And cleare reflects thee to thine eye. 10 But all such rules, loves magique can undoe, Here you see mee, and I am you. III. As no one point, nor dash, Which are but accessaries to this name, The showers and tempests can outwash, 15 So shall all times finde mee the same; You this intirenesse better may fulfill, Who have the patterne with you still. IIII. Or, if too hard and deepe This learning be, for a scratch'd name to teach, 20 It, as a given deaths head keepe, Lovers mortalitie to preach, Or thinke this ragged bony name to bee My ruinous Anatomie. V. Then, as all my soules bee, 25 Emparadis'd in you, (in whom alone I understand, and grow and see,) The rafters of my body, bone Being still with you, the Muscle, Sinew, and Veine, Which tile this house, will come againe. 30 VI. Till my returne, repaire And recompact my scattered body so. As all the vertuous powers which are Fix'd in the starres, are said to flow Into such characters, as graved bee 35 When these starres have supremacie: VII. So, since this name was cut When love and griefe their exaltation had, No doore 'gainst this names influence shut; As much more loving, as more sad, 40 'Twill make thee; and thou shouldst, till I returne, Since I die daily, daily mourne. VIII. When thy inconsiderate hand Flings ope this casement, with my trembling name, To looke on one, whose wit or land, 45 New battry to thy heart may frame, Then thinke this name alive, and that thou thus In it offendst my Genius. IX.