The Apparition

	When by thy scorne, O murdresse, I am dead,				
	    And that thou thinkst thee free					
	From all solicitation from mee,							
	Then shall my ghost come to thy bed,					
	And thee, fain'd vestall, in worse armes shall see;		
	Then thy sicke taper will begin to winke, 				
	And he,whose thou art then, being tyr'd before,			
	Will, if thou stirre, or pinch to wake him, thinke		
	    Thou call'st for more,							
	And in false sleepe will from thee shrinke, 			
	And then poore Aspen wretch, neglected thou				
	Bath'd in a cold quicksilver swear wilt lye				
	    A veryer ghost than I;							
	What I will say, I will not tell thee now,				
	Lest that preserve thee; and since my love is spent,	
	I'had rather thou shouldst painfully repent,			
	Than by my threatenings rest still innocent.			
		

						Interpretation