A Valediction: Of my name, in the window

My name engrav'd herein,Doth contribute my firmnesse to this glasse,Which, ever since that charme, hath beeneAs hard, as that which grav'd it, was;Thine eye will give it price enough, to mockThe diamonds of either rock.

'Tis much that Glasse should beeAs all confessing, and through-shine as I,'Tis more, that it shewes thee to thee,And cleare reflects thee to thine eye.But all such rules, loves magique can undoe,Here you see mee, and I am you.

As no one point, nor dash,Which are but accessaries to this name,The showers and tempests can outwash,So shall all times finde mee the same;You this intirenesse better may fulfill,Who have the patterne with you still.

Or, if too hard and deepeThis learning be, for a scratch'd name to teach,It, as a given deaths head keepe,Lovers mortalitie to preach,Or thinke this ragged bony name to beeMy ruinous Anatomie.

Then, as all my soules bee,Emparadis'd in you, (in whom aloneI understand, and grow and see,)The rafters of my body, boneBeing still with you, the Muscle, Sinew, and Veine,Which tile this house, will come againe.

Till my returne, repaireAnd recompact my scattered body so.As all the vertuous powers which areFix'd in the starres, are said to flowInto such characters, as graved beeWhen these starres have supremacie:

So, since this name was cutWhen love and griefe their exaltation had,No doore 'gainst this names influence shut;As much more loving, as more sad,'Twill make thee; and thou shouldst, till I returne,Since I die daily, daily mourne.

When thy inconsiderate handFlings ope this casement, with my trembling name,To looke on one, whose wit or land,New battry to thy heart may frame,Then thinke this name alive, and that thou thusIn it offendst my Genius.

And when thy melted maid,Corrupted by thy Lover's gold, and page,His letter at thy pillow'hath laid,Disputed it, and tam'd thy rage,And thou begin'st to thaw towards him, for this,May my name step in, and hide his.

And if this treason goeTo an overt act, and that thou write againe;In superscribing, this name flowInto thy fancy, from the pane.So, in forgetting thou remembrest right,And unaware to mee shalt write.

But glasse, and lines must bee,No meanes our firme substantiall love to keepe;Neere death inflicts this lethargie,And this I murmure in my sleepe;Impute this idle talke, to that I goe,For dying men talke often so.

Disputed thou it, and tame thy rage.If thou to him begin'st to thaw for this,