Poetical recreations consisting of original poems, songs, odes, &c. with several new translations : in two parts
SOul of my Soul! it cannot be
That you shou'd weep, and I from tears be free.
All the vast room between both Poles,
Can never dull the sence of Souls,
Knit in so fast a knot:
Oh can you grieve, and think that I
Can feel no smart, because not nigh,
Or that I know it not.
Th'are heretick thoughts, Two Lutes when strung,
And on a Table tun'd alike for Song;
Strike one, and that which none did touch,
Shall sympathizing sound as much,
As that which touch'd you see:
Think then this World (which Heav'n inrolls)
Is but a Table round, and Souls
More apprehensive be.
Know they that in their grossest parts,
Mix by their hallow'd Loves intwined Hearts;
This priviledge boast, that no remove
Can e'er infringe their sense of Love:
Iudge hence then our Estate,
Since when we lov'd, there was not put
Two Earthen hearts in one breast, but
Two Souls Co-animate.