[00:11.55]Some that have deeper digg'd love's mine than I,[00:16.62]Say, where his centric happiness doth lie:[00:21.96]I have lov'd, and got, and told,[00:25.65]But should I love, get, tell, till I were old,[00:30.66]I should not find that hidden mystery.[00:40.92]O! 'tis imposture all:[00:41.34]And as no chemic yet th' elixir got,[00:45.99]But glorifies his pregnant pot,[00:54.45]If by the way to him befall[00:55.26]Some odoriferous thung, or medicinal,[01:00.21]So, lovers dream a rich and long delight,[01:05.88]But get a winter-seeming summer's night.[01:20.40]Our ease, our thrift, our honour, and our day,[01:24.57]Shall we, for this vain bubble's shadow pay?[01:28.17]Ends love in this, that my man,[01:37.38]Can be as happy as I can; if he can[01:38.34]Endure the short scorn of a bridegroom's play?[01:45.09]That loving wretch that swears,[01:49.77]'Tis not the bodies marry, but the minds,[01:56.07]Which he in her angelic finds,[01:56.76]Would swear as justly, that he hears,[02:04.29]In that day's rude hoarse minstrelsy, the spheres.[02:11.25]Hope not for mind in women; at their best[02:13.44]Sweetness and wit, they are but mummy, possessed.