[93 metal amongst all,] amongst metals all, _1669_, _Cy_] [95 Here] Her _1639_] [98 that _MSS.:_ it _1635-69_ thy] _om. 1669_] [104 Itching] Itchy _MSS._] [105 evils that gold ever _1635-69_, _P:_ hurt that ever gold hath _rest of MSS._] [106 mischiefes _all MSS.:_ mischiefe _1635-69_] [108 love; marriage _1635-54_, _Cy_, _P:_ love and marriage _1669_, _and rest of MSS._] [109 at] that _1669_] [110 thee] thou _1669_] [113 But if from it ... depart, _1635-54_, _Cy_, _P:_ But if that from it ... part, _1669:_ Or if with it ... depart _rest of MSS._] ELEGIE XII. _His parting from her._ Since she must go, and I must mourn, come Night, Environ me with darkness, whilst I write: Shadow that hell unto me, which alone I am to suffer when my Love is gone. Alas the darkest Magick cannot do it, 5 Thou and greate Hell to boot are shadows to it. Should _Cinthia_ quit thee, _Venus_, and each starre, It would not forme one thought dark as mine are. I could lend thee obscureness now, and say, Out of my self, There should be no more Day, 10 Such is already my felt want of sight, Did not the fires within me force a light. Oh Love, that fire and darkness should be mixt, Or to thy Triumphs soe strange torments fixt? Is't because thou thy self art blind, that wee 15 Thy Martyrs must no more each other see? Or tak'st thou pride to break us on the wheel, And view old Chaos in the Pains we feel? Or have we left undone some mutual Right, Through holy fear, that merits thy despight? 20 No, no. The falt was mine, impute it to me, Or rather to conspiring destinie, Which (since I lov'd for forme before) decreed, That I should suffer when I lov'd indeed: And therefore now, sooner then I can say, 25 I saw the golden fruit, 'tis rapt away. Or as I had watcht one drop in a vast stream, And I left wealthy only in a dream. Yet Love, thou'rt blinder then thy self in this, To vex my Dove-like friend for my amiss: 30 And, where my own sad truth may expiate Thy wrath, to make her fortune run my fate: So blinded Justice doth, when Favorites fall, Strike them, their house, their friends, their followers all. Was't not enough that thou didst dart thy fires 35 Into our blouds, inflaming our desires, And made'st us sigh and glow, and pant, and burn, And then thy self into our flame did'st turn? Was't not enough, that thou didst hazard us To paths in love so dark, so dangerous: 40 And those so ambush'd round with houshold spies, And over all, thy husbands towring eyes That flam'd with oylie sweat of jealousie: Yet went we not still on with Constancie? Have we not kept our guards, like spie on spie? 45