Time And Love should dwell like twins; make this your bower And charme the aire to sweetnes and to silence.

let me rather loose Your pardon then for ever to be thus forfeited; Bind me never to see you (and yet that Were cruelty) then charme me to forgett That I am man or have a hart, and you A beauty, which your absence can as well Make nothing as devide from my adoring.

To charme the Genius of the world to peace; (V.) or when, dying, she commends herself to her dead lover: take my breath That flies to thee on the pale wings of death.

Suppose an universall Hot Pestilence beat her mortiferous wings Ore all my Kingdome, am I not bound in soule To empty all our Achademes of Doctors And Aesculapian Spirits to charme this plague?

Sing, Syren, sing And swell me with revenge sweet as the straines Falls from the Thrasian lyre; charme each sence With musick of Revenge, let Innocence In softest tunes like the expiring Swann Dy singing her owne Epitaph.