Forgive me that I love you as I do, Friend patient long; too patient to reprove The inconvenience of superfluous love. You feel that it molests you, and 'tis true. In a light bark you sit, with a full crew. Your life full orbed, compelled strange love to meet, Becomes, by such addition, incomplete:-- Because I love I leave you. O adieu! Perhaps when I am gone the thought of me May sometimes be your acceptable guest. Indeed you love me: but my company Old time makes tedious; and to part is best. Not without Nature's will are natures wed:- O gentle d**h, how dear thou makest the dead!