Indeed I must confess,
When souls mix 'tis an happiness,
But not complete till bodies too do join,
And both our wholes
into one whole combine;
But half of heaven the souls in glory
taste
Till by love in heaven at last
Their bodies too are
placed.
In thy immortal part
Man, as well as I, thou art.
But
something 'tis that differs thee and me,
And we must one even
in that difference be.
I thee both as a man and woman
prize,
For a perfect love implies
Love in all capacities.
Can that for true love pass
When a fair woman courts her
glass?
Something unlike must in love's likeness be:
His
wonder is one and variety.
For he whose soul nought but a soul
can move
Does a new Narcissus prove,
And his own image
love.
That souls do beauty know
'Tis to the body's help they
owe;
If when they know't they straight abuse that trust
And shut the body from't, 'tis as unjust
As if I brought my
dearest friend to see
My mistress and at th' instant he
Should steal her quite from me.
