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That by this separation I may give
That due to thee, which thou deserv'st alone.
Oh absence!" what a torment would'lt thou prove,
Were't not that thy four leisure gave sweet leave.
To entertain the time with thoughts of love,
Who time and thoughts fo sweetly dost deceive;
And that thou teachest how to make one twain,
By praising him here, who doth hence remain.

Take all my loves, my love, yea take them alii
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?
No love, my love, that thou may'st true love call*.
All mine" was thine, before thou hadst this more.
Then if for my love, thou my love teceivest,.
I cannot blame thee, for my love thou usest ;-
But yet be blam'd, if thou thyself deceivest
By wilsul taste of what thyself resusest.
I do forgive thy robb'ry, gentle thief,
Altho' thou steal thee all my poverty:
And yet love knows it is a greater grief
To bear love's wrong, than hate's known injury.
Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows,
Kill me with spite, yet we must not be foee.

Loss and Gain.

Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits,.
"When Lam fometimes absent from thy heart,
Thy beauty and thy years lull well besit,
For still temptation sollows where thou art.
Gentle thou art, and therefore to be won;
Beauteous thou art, and therefore to be assailed^
And when a woman woos, what woman's fon
Will fourly leave her till he have prevailed?

Ah me! but yet thou might'st my seat forbear,
And chide thy beauty and thy straying youth,
"Who lead thee in their riot even there,
Where thou art forc'd to break a twofold truth:
Hers by thy. beauty tempting her to thee,
Thine by thy beauty being. falsc-to- me.

That thou hast her, it is not ^11 my grief,
And yet it may be faid I lov'd her dearly; .
That she hath thee, is of my wailing chief,..
A loss in iov.e that touches me more nearly. .
Loving offenders* thus.L will. excuse ye,
Thou dost love her, because thou know'st-Mbve her.;-.
And for my fake even fo deth stie abuse me,
Suffering my friend, for my fake, to approve her*
If I lose thee,. my loss is my love's gain,
And losing her, friend hath found that loss:
Both sind each other,. and I lose both twain,
And both for my fake lay on me this cross.

But here's the joy, my friend and I are one,..

Sweet flattery, then she loves but me alone..

Foolish. Disdain.

Venus with Adonis sitting by her, Under a myrtle shade, began to woo him: She told the youngling how god Mars did try her,. And as her, she sell to hirru Even thus (quoth she) the warlike god embrae'd me, And then she dipt. Adonis in her arms: Even thus (quoth flie) the warlike god unlac'd me, As if the boy should use like loving charms. Even. thus (quoth she) he seized on my lips, , And with her lips on his did ad the seizure:.

And as she setched breath, away he skips,
And would not take her meaning nor her pleasure.
Ah! that I had my lady at this bay,
To kiss and clip me till I run away.

Ancient Antipathy.

Crabbed age and youth cannot live together;
Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care;
Youth like summer morn* age like winter weather;.
Youth like summer brave, age like winter bare.
Youth is sull of sport, age's breath is short;
Youth is nimble, age is lame;
Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold;
Youth is wild, and age is tame.

Age I do abhor thee, youth I do adore thee;
O! my love, my love is young-:

Age I do defy thee, O! sweet shepherd hie thee ;.
Eor, methinks, thou stay'st too long.

Beauty's- Valuation.

Beauty- is but a rain and doubtful good;

A shining gloss, that fadeth suddenly;

A flower that dies, when sirst it 'gins to bud ;.

A brittle glass, that's broken presently.

A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower.

Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour.

And as goods lost, are seld' or never found;.
As saded gloss no rubbing will reiresh;
As flowers dead, lie withered on the ground;.
As broken glass, no cement can redress

So beauty blemisti'd once, for ever's lost,
In spite of physic, painting, pain and cost*

Melancholy Thtughts.

If the dull substance of my flesh were thoughts.
Injurious distance should not stop my way;
For then, despite of space, I would be brought
To limits far remote, where thou dost stay.
No matter then altho' my foot did stand
Upon the farthest earth remov'd fiom thee f
For nimble thought can jump both sea and land;'
As foon as think the plaee where he would be.
But, ah! thought kills me, that I am not thought
To leap large lengths of miles when thou- art gone
But that fo much of earth and water wrought,
I must attend time's leisure with my moan
Receiving nought by elements fo flow
But heavy tears, badges of either's woe.

The other two, flight air, and purging sire;
Are both with thee, where-ever I abide;
The sirst my thought, the other my desire;
These present, absent, with swift motion flide.
For when these quicker elements are gone,
Pn tender embassy of love to thee,
My lise being made of four, with two alone
Sinks down to death, opprest with melancholy y
Until lise's composition be recured, •
By those swift messengers return'd from theer
"W ho iven but now come back again assured
G£ their fair health, recounting it to me.
This told, I jpy; but then no longer glad',
I send them back again, and strait grow fad.

Love's Loss.

Sweet rose, fair flower, untimely pluck'd, soon faded,
Pluck'd in the bud, and faded in the spring:
Bright orient pearl, alack! too timely shaded,
Fair creature kill'd too foon by death's sharp- sting:
Like a green plumb, that hangs upon a-tree,
And falls (thro' wind) before the fall stiould be.

I weep for thee, and yet no cause I have*
For why? Thou lefts me nothing in thy will;
And yet thou lefts me more than I- did crave:
For why? I craved. nothing of thee still:

O yes (dear friend) I pardon crave of thee,.

Thy- discontent thou didst bequeath to me.

Love's Relief.

Full many a glorious morning have I seen,
Flatter the mountain tops with fovereign eye,
Kissing with golden face the meadows green-;.
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchymy y
Anon permit the basest cloud3 to ride,
With ugly rack on his celestial face,
And from the forlorn world his vifage hide,
Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Even fo rny sun one early morn did shine,
With all triumphant splendor on my brow;
But out, alack! he was but one hour mine,
The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now.

Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth;

Suns of the world may stain, when heaven's fun


Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,
And. make me tjavel forth without my cloke,.

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