A Valediction Of Weeping

• Let me pour forth
• My tears before thy face, whilst I stay here,
• For thy face coins them, and thy stamp they bear,
• And by this mintage they are something worth,
• For thus they be
• Pregnant of thee;
• Fruits of much grief they are, emblems of more;
• When a tear falls that, thou falls which it bore,
• So thou and I are nothing then, when on a divers shore.
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• On a round ball
• A workman, that hath copies by, can lay
• An Europe, Afrique, and an Asia,
• And quickly make that, which was nothing, All;
• So doth each tear,
• Which thee doth wear,
• A globe, yea world, by that impression grow,
• Till thy tears mixed with mine do overflow
• This world—by waters sent from thee, my heaven dissolved so.
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• O more than moon,
• Draw not up seas to drown me in thy sphere,
• Weep me not dead, in thine armes, but forbear
• To teach the sea what it may do too soon;
• Let not the wind
• Example find,
• To do me more harm than it purposeth;
• Since thou and I sigh one another's breath,
• Who e'er sighs most is cruellest, and hastes the other's death.