Yet nothing can to nothing fall, 25 Nor any place be empty quite, Therefore I thinke my breast hath all Those peeces still, though they be not unite; And now as broken glasses show A hundred lesser faces, so 30 My ragges of heart can like, wish, and adore, But after one such love, can love no more. [The broken heart. _1633-69:_ Broken Heart. _L74:_ Song. _or no title_, _A18_, _A25_, _B_, _Cy_, _D_, _H49_, _JC_, _Lec_, _N_, _O'F_, _S_, _TCC_, _TCD:_ Elegie. _P_, _S96_] [8 flaske _1633_, _A25_, _B_, _C_, _Cy_, _D_, _H40_, _Lec_, _O'F_ (_corrected from_ flash), _P_, _S:_ flash _1635-69_, _A18_, _H49_, _N_, _TC_] [10 come! _Ed:_ come? _1633-69_] [12 some; _Ed:_ some, _1633-69_] [15 chain'd shot] chain-shott _A18_, _A25_, _N_, _TC_] [16 tyran] Tyrant _1669_ our hearts] and we _1669_] [17 did] could _A18_, _A25_, _B_, _C_, _L74_, _O'F_, _N_, _TC:_ would _B_, _Cy_, _M_, _S_] [20 mee: _1650-69:_ mee; _1633-39_] [23 alas,] alas _1633_] [24 first] fierce _A18_, _B_, _N_, _TC_] [30 hundred] thousand _A18_, _A25_, _B_, _Cy_, _L74_, _M_, _N_, _P_, _S_, _TC_] _A Valediction: forbidding mourning._ As virtuous men passe mildly away, And whisper to their soules, to goe, Whilst some of their sad friends doe say, The breath goes now, and some say, no: So let us melt, and make no noise, 5 No teare-floods, nor sigh-tempests move, T'were prophanation of our joyes To tell the layetie our love. Moving of th'earth brings harmes and feares, Men reckon what it did and meant, 10 But trepidation of the spheares, Though greater farre, is innocent. Dull sublunary lovers love (Whose soule is sense) cannot admit Absence, because it doth remove 15 Those things which elemented it. But we by a love, so much refin'd, That our selves know not what it is, Inter-assured of the mind, Care lesse, eyes, lips, and hands to misse. 20 Our two soules therefore, which are one, Though I must goe, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to ayery thinnesse beate. If they be two, they are two so 25 As stiffe twin compasses are two, Thy soule the fixt foot, makes no show To move, but doth, if the'other doe. And though it in the center sit, Yet when the other far doth rome, 30 It leanes, and hearkens after it, And growes erect, as that comes home. Such wilt thou be to mee, who must Like th'other foot, obliquely runne; Thy firmnes makes my circle just, And makes me end, where I begunne. 35