Ode: My Valedice to x x x going to London may.5.

But must Frends part awhile?
Can noe reprive
Guive longer hopes to live
Than one poor day?
Say may
We not this difference reconcile
And Tubelise the same
Unto affections sacred name
Count Fivety years but one
And that a month, a week, a Day and none
Til you return to leav's noe more alone

For brooks that swell we see
Severd by Iles
For very many miles
Yet met again
Maintain
The usuall Current Liberty
And Circling embrace
The frutefull medow with more grace
The t'other Element
How ever seperated in its ascent
Unites and becomes one i'th'Firmament

Soe let what will betide us in our course
Love's sayd to guather strength by short divorce
And all I wish our parting prove noe worse