Negative Love

• I never stoop'd so low, as they
• Which on an eye, cheeke, lip, can prey,
• Seldom to them, which soare no higher
• Than vertue or the minde to’admire,
• For sense, and understanding may
• Know, what gives fuell to their fire:
• My love, though silly, is more brave,
• For may I misse, when ere I crave,
• If I know yet, what I would have.
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• If that be simply perfectest
• Which can by no way be exprest
• But Negatives, my love is so.
• To all, which all love, I say no.
• If any who deciphers best,
• What we know not—our selves—can know,
• Let him teach mee that nothing; This
• As yet my ease, and comfort is,
• Though I speed not, I cannot misse.