Comming and staying show'd thee, thee, But rising makes me doubt, that now, Thou art not thou. That love is weake, where feare's as strong as hee; 'Tis not all spirit, pure, and brave, 25 If mixture it of _Feare_, _Shame_, _Honor_, have. Perchance as torches which must ready bee, Men light and put out, so thou deal'st with mee, Thou cam'st to kindle, goest to come; Then I Will dreame that hope againe, but else would die. 30 [The Dreame. _1633-69:_ _do. or similarly_, _A18_, _A25_, _B_, _C_, _Cy_, _D_, _H49_, _L74_, _Lec_, _N_, _O'F_, _P_, _RP31_, _S_, _S96_, _TCC_, _TCD_] [6 brok'st ... continued'st] breakest ... continuest _1669_, _A25_, _C_, _P_, _S_] [7 so truth, _1633_, _A18_, _D_, _H49_, _L74_, _Lec_, _N_, _TC:_ so true, _1635-69_, _A25_, _B_, _C_, _Cy_, _O'F_, _P_, _S_. _See note_] [10 act] doe _A25_, _B_, _Cy_, _D_, _H49_, _L74_, _Lec_, _O'F_, _P_, _S_, _S96_] [14 an Angell,] but an Angell, _A18_, _D_, _H49_, _L74_, _Lec_, _N_, _TC_] [16 thoughts,] _om. comma Grolier and Chambers_. _See Note_] [17 then thou knew'st when _1669_] [19 must] doe _A18_, _A25_, _B_, _Cy_, _D_, _H49_, _Lec_, _N_, _O'F_, _P_, _TC_] [20 Prophane,] Profaness _A18_, _D_, _H49_, _L74_, _Lec_, _N_, _S96_, _TC_] [24 feare's as strong _1635-54_, _A18_, _D_, _H49_, _L74_, _Lec_, _TCC:_ feares are strong _1669_, _B_, _Cy_, _O'F_, _P_, _S_, _S96:_ feare is strong, _N_, _TCD_] [26 have. _1669:_ have; _1633-54_] [29 cam'st] com'st _1669_ Then I] Thus I _A18_, _D_, _H49_, _L74_, _Lec_, _N_, _TC_ (_RP31 agrees with this group throughout_)] _A Valediction: of weeping._ Let me powre forth My teares before thy face, whil'st I stay here, For thy face coines them, and thy stampe they beare, And by this Mintage they are something worth, For thus they bee 5 Pregnant of thee; Fruits of much griefe they are, emblemes of more, When a teare falls, that thou falst which it bore, So thou and I are nothing then, when on a divers shore. On a round ball 10 A workeman that hath copies by, can lay An Europe, Afrique, and an Asia, And quickly make that, which was nothing, _All_, So doth each teare, Which thee doth weare, 15 A globe, yea world by that impression grow, Till thy teares mixt with mine doe overflow This world, by waters sent from thee, my heaven dissolved so.