Farewel to Love.

WEll shadow'd Landskip, fare-ye-well:
How I have lov'd you, none can tell,
At least so well
As he that now hates more
Then e're he lov'd before.

But my dear nothings, take your leave,
No longer must you me deceive,
Since I perceive
All the deceit, and know
Whence the mistake did grow.

As he whose quicker eye doth trace
A false star shot to a mark't place,
Do's run apace,
And thinking it to catch,
A gelly up do's snatch.

So our dull souls tasting delight
Far off, by sence, and appetite,
Think that is right
And real good; when yet
'Tis but the Counterfeit.

Oh! how I glory now▪ that I
Have made this new discovery!
Each wanton eye
Enflam'd before: no more
Will I encrease that score.

If I gaze, now, 'tis but to see
What manner of deaths-head 'twill be,
When it is free
From that fresh upper skin;
The gazers Joy, and sin.

The Gun and glist'ning which with art
And studi'd method, in each part
Hangs down the heart,
Looks (just) as if, that day
Snails there had crawl'd the Hay.

The Locks, that curl'd o're each eare be,
Hang like two Master-worms to me,
That (as we see)
Have tasted to the rest
Two holes, where they lik't best.

A quick coarse me-thinks I spy
In ev'ry woman; and mine eye,
At passing by,
Check, and is troubled, just
As if it rose from Dust.

They mortifie, not heighten me:
These of my sins the Glasses be:
And here I see
How I have lov'd before.
And so I love no more.