[Line: 7 soul] heart _1647_. l. 12 is an alteration--as Miss Guiney very rightly says to its detriment--of _1647_, which reads--
[Line: 15 _1647_ 'that do our life inspire'.]
[Line: 22 _1647_ 'Guards and defends my heart'.]
Since Fate commands me hence, and I Must leave my soul with thee, and die, Dear, spare one sigh, or else let fall A tear to crown my funeral, That I may tell my grievéd heart, Thou art unwilling we should part, And Martyrs, that embrace the fire, Shall with less joy than I expire.
With this last kiss I will bequeath My soul transfus'd into thy breath, 10 Whose active heat shall gently slide Into thy breast, and there reside, And be in spite of Fate, thus bless'd By this sad death, of Heaven possess'd. Then prove but kind, and thou shalt see Love hath more power than Destiny.
[_The Farewell._] In lines 13 and 14 of this all editions vary slightly. _1647_ has 'may' for 'be', which latter word opens the next line, turning out 'sad'. The text is _1651_, _1656_, keeping l. 13 of _1647_, has for l. 14 the text of _1651_.]
Alas! alas! thou turn'st in vain Thy beauteous face away, Which, like young sorcerers, rais'd a pain Above its power to lay.
Love moves not, as thou turn'st thy look, But here doth firmly rest; He long ago thy eyes forsook, To revel in my breast.
Thy power on him why hop'st thou more Than his on me should be? 10 The claim thou lay'st to him is poor, To that he owns from me.
His substance in my heart excels His shadow in thy sight; Fire, where it burns, more truly dwells, Than where it scatters light.
_To his Mistress, who dreamed he was wounded._
Thine eyes, bright Saint, disclose, And thou shalt find Dreams have not with illusive shows Deceiv'd thy mind: What sleep presented to thy view, Awake, and thou shalt find is true.
Those mortal wounds I bear, From thee begin, Which though they outward not appear, Yet bleed within. 10 Love's flame like active lightning flies, Wounding the heart, but not the eyes.
But now I yield to die Thy sacrifice, Nor more in vain will hope to fly From thy bright eyes: Their killing power cannot be shunn'd, Open or closed alike they wound.
[_To his Mistress, &c._] _1647_ 'To Doris dreaming he was wounded'. Guarini is not there mentioned.]