Parting with Lucasia, Jan. 13. 1657. A Song.

WEll, we will doe that rigid thing
Which makes Spectators think we part;
Though Absence hath for none a sting
But those who keep each others heart.

And when our Sense is dispossest,
Our labouring Souls will heave and pant,
And grasp for one anothers breast,
Since they their Conveyances want.

Nay, we have felt the tedious smart
Of absent Friendship, and do know
That when we die we can but part;
And who knows what we shall doe now?

Yet I must go: we will submit,
And so our own Disposers be;
For while we noblier suffer it,
We triumph o're Necessity.

By this we shall be truly great,
If having other things o'recome,
To make our victory complete
We can be Conquerors at home.

Nay then to meet we may conclude,
And all Obstructions overthrow,
Since we our Passion have subdu'd,
Which is the strongest thing I know.