When by thy scorne, O murdresse, I am dead, And that thou thinkst thee free From all solicitation from mee, Then shall my ghost come to thy bed, And thee, fain'd vestall, in worse armes shall see; 5 Then thy sicke taper will begin to winke, And he, whose thou art then, being tyr'd before, Will, if thou stirre, or pinch to wake him, thinke Thou call'st for more, And in false sleepe will from thee shrinke, 10 And then poore Aspen wretch, neglected thou Bath'd in a cold quicksilver sweat wilt lye A veryer ghost then I; What I will say, I will not tell thee now, Lest that preserve thee'; and since my love is spent, 15 I'had rather thou shouldst painfully repent, Then by my threatnings rest still innocent. [The Apparition. _1633-69:_ _do. or_ An Apparition. _A18_, _A25_, _B_, _Cy_, _D_, _H40_, _H49_, _Lec_, _N_, _O'F_, _P_, _S_, _S96_, _TCC_, _TCD_] [2 that thou thinkst] thou shalt think _1669_] [3 solicitation] solicitations _JC_, _O'F_] [5 thee, ... vestall, _Ed:_ thee ... vestall _1633-39:_ thee ... Vestall _1650-69_] [7 then] _1669 omits_] [10 in false sleepe will from _1633_, _Cy_, _D_, _H49_, _Lec_, _S:_ in false sleepe from _1635-54:_ in a false sleepe even from _1669:_ in a false sleepe from _A25_, _P:_ in a false sleepe will from _A18_, _N_, _TC_] [13 I;] I, _1633, some copies_] [17 rest still] keep thee _A25_, _Cy_, _JC_, _O'F_, _P_] _The broken heart._ He is starke mad, who ever sayes, That he hath beene in love an houre, Yet not that love so soone decayes, But that it can tenne in lesse space devour; Who will beleeve mee, if I sweare 5 That I have had the plague a yeare? Who would not laugh at mee, if I should say, I saw a flaske of _powder burne a day_? Ah, what a trifle is a heart, If once into loves hands it come! 10 All other griefes allow a part To other griefes, and aske themselves but some; They come to us, but us Love draws, Hee swallows us, and never chawes: By him, as by chain'd shot, whole rankes doe dye, 15 He is the tyran Pike, our hearts the Frye. If 'twere not so, what did become Of my heart, when I first saw thee? I brought a heart into the roome, But from the roome, I carried none with mee: 20 If it had gone to thee, I know Mine would have taught thine heart to show More pitty unto mee: but Love, alas, At one first blow did shiver it as glasse.