IX

    IX

    Can it be rigo give w I can give ?

    to let t beneatears

    As salt as mine, and he sighing years

    Re-sigive

    t smiles wo live

    For all tions ? O my fears,

    t t ! e are not peers,

    So to be lovers; and I own, and grieve,

    t givers of sucs as mine are, must

    Be counted , alas !

    I  soil t,

    Nor breathy Venice-glass,

    Nor give t.

    Beloved, I only love t it pass.