William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
We Saw and Wood Each Others EyesWilliam Habington (16051654)
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My soul contracted then with thine,
And both burnt in one sacrifice,
By which our marriage grew divine.
Profane the temple of delight,
And purchase endless penitence,
With the stol’n pleasure of one night.
The sensual idol of our clay,
For though the sun do set and rise,
We joy one everlasting day.
While each of us shine innocent,
The troubled stream is still impure;
With virtue flies away content.
We’ll court the modest smile of fame,
For sin’s black danger circles her,
Who hath infection in her name.
Death shall our loving coffins thrust:
Fame will build columns on our tomb,
And add a perfume to our dust.