is dead; and all which die
To their first elements resolve;
we were mutual elements to us,
And made of one another.
My body then doth hers involve,
those things whereof I consist, hereby
me abundant grow, and burdenous,
And nourish not, but smother.
My fire of passion, sighs of air,
of tears, and earthy sad despair,
Which my materials be,
near worn out by love's security,
to my loss, doth by her death repair,
And I might live long wretched so
that my fire doth with my fuel grow.
Now as those active kings
Whose foreign conquest treasure brings,
more, and spend more, and soonest break:
(which I am amazed that I can speak)
This death, hath with my store
My use increased.
so my soul more earnestly released,
outstrip hers; as bullets flown before
latter bullet may o'ertake, the powder being