see my tomb,
Take heed thou mix not with the crowd,
And, as a victor, proud
To view the spoils thy beauty made, 15
Press near my shade!
Lest thy too cruel breath, or name,
Should fan my ashes back into a flame.
And thou, devour'd by this revengeful fire, }[39:1]
His sacrifice, who died as thine, expire. } 20

Or should my dust thy pity move
That could not, love,
Thy sighs might wake me, and thy tears
Renew my life and years;
Or should thy proud insulting scorn 25
Laugh at my urn,
Kindly deceiv'd by thy disdain,
I might be smil'd into new life again.
Then come not near: since both thy love and hate
Have equal power to kill[39:2] or animate. 30

But if cold earth or marble must
Conceal my dust,
Whilst, hid in some dark ruins, I
Dumb and forgotten lie,
The pride of all thy victory 35
Will sleep with me;
And they who should attest thy glory
Will or forget, or not believe this story.
Then, to increase thy triumph, let me rest,
(Since by thine eye slain,) buried in thy breast! 40

TO CELIA.

PLEADING WANT OF MERIT.[40:1]

Dear, urge no more the killing cause
Of our divorce:
Love is not fetter'd by such laws,
Nor bows to any force.
Though thou deniest I should be thine, 5
Yet say not thou deserv'st not to be mine!

Oh, rather frown away my breath
With thy disdain,
Or flatter me with smiles to death;
By joy or sorrow slain, 10
'Tis less crime to be kill'd by thee,
Than I thus cause of mine[40:2] own death should be.

Thyself of beauty to divest,
And me of love,
Or from the worth of thine own breast 15
Thus to detract, would prove
In us a blindness, and in thee
At best a sacrilegious modesty.

But, Celia,[40:3] if thou wilt despise
What all admire, 20
Nor rate thyself at the just price
Of