To his lovely Mistresses.

ONe night i'th'yeare, my dearest Beauties, come
And bring those dew-d in…-offerings to my Tomb.
When thence ye see my reverend Ghost to kisse,
And there to liek th'effuied sacrifice:
Though palenes be the Livery that I weare,
Looke ye not wan, or colourlesse for feare.
Trust me I will not hurt ye; or once shew
The least grim looke, or cast a frown on you:
Nor shall the Tapers when I'm there, burn blew.
This I may do (perhaps) as I glide by,
Cast on my Girles a glance, and loving eye:
Or fold mine armes and sigh, because I've lost
The world so soon, and in it, you the most.
Then these, no feares more on your Fancies fall,
Though then I smile, and speake no words at all.