ll. 20-1. _If our two loves be one, &c._ If our two loves are _one_, dissolution is impossible; and the same is true if, though _two_, they are always alike. What is simple--as God or the soul--cannot be dissolved; nor compounds, e.g. the Heavenly bodies, between whose elements there is no contrariety. 'Impossibile autem est quod forma separetur a se ipsa. Unde impossibile est, quod forma subsistens desinat esse. Dato etiam, quod anima esset ex materia et forma composita, ut quidam dicunt, adhuc oporteret ponere eam incorruptibilem. Non enim invenitur corruptio nisi ubi invenitur contrarietas; generationes enim et corruptiones ex contrariis et in contraria sunt' &c., Aquinas, _Summa_ I. Quaest. lxxv, Art. 6. The body, being composed of contrary elements, has not this essential immortality: 'In Heaven we doe not say, that our bodies shall devest their mortality, so, as that naturally they could not dye; for they shall have a composition still; and every compounded thing may perish; but they shall be so assured, and with such a preservation, as they shall alwaies know they shall never dye.' _Sermons_ 80. 19. 189. PAGE =8=. SONG. The first two stanzas of this song are printed in the 1653 edition of the Poems of Francis Beaumont, with the title _A Raritie_. It is set to music in Eg. MS. 2013, f. 58. Mr. Chambers points out that Habington's poem, _Against them who lay Unchastity to the Sex of Women_ (_Castara_, ed. Elton, p. 231), evidently refers to this poem: They meet but with unwholesome springs And summers which infectious are: They hear but when the meremaid sings, And only see the falling starre: Who ever dare Affirme no woman chaste and faire. Goe cure your feavers; and you'le say The Dog-dayes scorch not all the yeare: In copper mines no longer stay, But travel to the west, and there The right ones see, And grant all gold's not alchimie. A poem modelled on Donne's appears in Harleian MS. 6057, and in _The Treasury of Music. By Mr. Lawes and others._ (1669) Goe catch a star that's falling from the sky, Cause an immortal creature for to die; Stop with thy hand the current of the seas, Post ore the earth to the Antipodes; Cause times return and call back yesterday, Cloake January with the month of May; Weigh out an ounce of flame, blow back the winde: And then find faith within a womans minde. JOHN DUNNE.