The good morrow , from Songs and Sonnets , 1663.
I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I
Did, till we lov'd? were we not wean'd till then?
But suck'd on countrey pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the seven sleepes den?
T'was so; But this, all pleasures fancies bee.
If ever any beauty I did see.
Which I desir'd, and got, t'was but a dream of thee.
And now good morrow to our waking soules,
Which watch not one another out of feare;
For love, all love of other sights controules,
And makes one little room, an every where.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have showne,
Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.
My face in thine eye, thine in mine appeares,
And true plaine hearts doe in the faces rest,
Where can we finde two better hemispheres
Without sharpe North, without declining West?
What ever dies, was ot mixt eqaully;
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.
Il buongiorno
Mi chiedo, in verità, che cosa tu ed io
facessimo prima di innamorarci?
non were weaned?
we eat rural pleasures, childishly?
or slept deeply
of the seven sleepers in the cave?
if so, then, that all pleasures are not
fantasies.
If ever I saw no beauty,
I wanted and had not was that a dream
you.
So good morning to awaken our souls
,
that do not look at the 'each other for fear
for love, all love of other visions
; controls,
and makes a small room, a universe.
Let the sailors go to new worlds, let
maps show
always new worlds to others ,
let us possess one world, everyone has one, only one
.
my face in your eyes, your in my
appears simple hearts are manifested in the face,
Where can we find two better hemispheres without
the frozen north, without declining west?
that dies, it was time in modo armonioso;
se i nostri due amori non sono che uno,o, tu ed io
ci amiamo in modo così simile, che nessuno
viene meno, nessuno morirà.
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