In what torne ship soever I embarke,That ship shall be my embleme of thy Arke;What sea soever swallow mee, that floodShall be to mee an embleme of thy blood;Though thou with clouds of anger do disguiseThy face; yet through that maske I know those eyes, Which, though they turne away sometimes, They never will despise.
I sacrifice this Iland unto thee,And all whom I lov'd there, and who lov'd mee;When I have put our seas twixt them and mee,Put thou thy seas betwixt my sinnes and thee.As the trees sap doth seeke the root belowIn winter, in my winter now I goe, Where none but thee, th'Eternall root Of true Love I may know.
Nor thou nor thy religion dost controule,The amorousnesse of an harmonious Soule,But thou would'st have that love thy selfe: As thouArt jealous, Lord, so I am jealous now,Thou lov'st not, till from loving more, thou freeMy soule: Who ever gives, takes libertie: O, if thou car'st not whom I love Alas, thou lov'st not mee.
Seale then this bill of my Divorce to All,On whom those fainter beames of love did fall;Marry those loves, which in youth scattered beeOn Fame, Wit, Hopes (false mistresses) to thee.Churches are best for Prayer, that have least light:To see God only, I goe out of sight: And to scape stormy dayes, I chuse An Everlasting night.
