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And each (tho' enemies to other's reign)
Do in consent shake hands to torture me;
The one by toil, the other to complain,
How far I toil, still farther off from thee.
1 tell the day, to please him, thou art bright,
And dofs him grace when clouds do blot the heaven:
So flatter I the fwart-complexion'd night,
"When sparkling stars tweer out, thou gild'st th' even.
But day doth daily draw my forrows longer,.
And night doth nightly make grief's length seem
When in disgrace with fortune and mens eyes
I ail altne beweep my out-cast state,
And trc uble deas heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate:
W shing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featur'd like him, like him with friends possest y
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
TYith what I most enjoy. contented least.
Yet in these thoughts, myself almost despising;
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark, at break of day arising
From sullen earth, to sing at heaven's gate.
For thy sweet love remembered,such wealth.brings,.
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Scarce had the sun dry'd up the dewy morn,
And scarce the herd gone to the hedge for shade;
When Cytherea (all in love forlorn)
A longing tarriance for Adonis made
Under an osier growing by a brook;
A brcok, wheie Adon us'd to cool his spleen.
Hot was the day, she hotter, that did look
He spying her, bounc'd in (whereas he stood)
Fair iff my love, but not fo fair as sickle;
Mild as a dove, but neither true nor trusty;
B'righter than glass, and yet as glass is brittle }~'
Softer than wax, and yet as iron rusty:
A lily pale, with damask dye to grace her; .
Her lips to mine how often hath she joined,
She burnt with love, as straw with sire flameth;
Was this a lover, or a lecher whether?
Bad at. the best, tho' excellent in neither*].
The Benefit of Friendship.
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought,
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I fought,
And with old woes new wail my.dear time's waste.
Then can I drown an eye (unus'd to flow)
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep asresh love's long since cancell'd woe,
A nd moan th"s expence of many a vanish'd sight.
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The fad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Wffich I new pay, as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,.
All losses are restor'd, and forrows end.
Thy bosom is endeared with all'hearts,
If thou survive my wellrcontented day,
Arid shalt by fortune once more re-survey
But since he. died, and poets better prove,
If'musick and sweet poetry agree, '.
Fair was the morn, when the fair queen of love,';. Ealer for forrow than her milk-white dove*.
For Adon's fake, a youngster proud and wild,
Her stand (lie takes upon a steep-up hill.
Anon Adonis comes with horn and hounds,
She, silly queen, with more than love's good-will,
Foibad the boy he should not pass those grounds:
Once (quoth she) did I sea a fair sweet youth
Here in these brakes, deep wounded with a boary
Deep in the thigh a spectacle of ruth;
See in my thigh (quoth she) here was the fore:
She shewed hers, he faw more wounds than one,.
And blushing sled, and left her all alone.
How- can my muse want subject to invent,
Whilst thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verse
Thine own sweet argument, too excellent
For every vulgar paper to rehearse?
Oh! give thyself the thanks, if ought in mey
"Worthy perufal, stand against thy sight \
For who's so dull, that cannot write to thee;.
When rhcu thyself dost give invention light?
Be thou the tenth muse, ten times more in worth,.
Than these old Nine which rhimers invocate;
Ai d he that calls on thee, let him bring forth
Eternal numbers to out-live long date.
Is my flight muse do please these curious days,
Ah! how thy worth with manners may I sing,
When thou art all the better part of me?
What can mine own praise to mine own self bring?'
And what is't but mine own when I praise thee I
Even for this, let us divided live,
And our dear love lese name os single one;