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8 May every pleasure and delight, That has or does your sense invite, Double this year, save those o' th' night: For such a marriage-bed must know no more Than repetition of what was before. Awake, awake, And take Such presents as poor men can make; They can add little unto bliss Who cannot wish.

never yet was honest man That ever drove the trade of love; It is impossible, nor can Integrity our ends promove; For kings and lovers are alike in this, That their chief art in reign dissembling is.

Here we are lov'd, and there we love; Good nature now and passion strive Which of the two should be above, And laws unto the other give. So we false fire with art sometimes discover, And the true fire with the same art do cover.

What rack can fancy find so high? Here we must court, and here engage, Though in the other place we die. O, 'tis torture all, and cosenage! And which the harder is I cannot tell, To hide true love, or make false love look well.

Since it is thus, god of desire, Give me my honesty again, And take thy brands back, and thy fire; I'm weary of the state I'm in: Since (if the very best should now befall) Love's triumph must be Honour's funeral.