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That by this feparation I may give

That due to thee, which thou deferv'ft alone.

Oh abfence! what a torment would'it thou prove,~
Were't not that thy four leifure gave fweet leave
To entertain the time with thoughts of love,
Who time and thoughts fo fweetly doft deceive;
And that thou teacheft how to make one twain,
By praifing him here, who doth hence remain.

Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all,
What haft thou then more than thou hadst before?
No love, my love, that thou may'it true love call,
All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more.
Then if for my love, thou my love receiveft,.
I cannot blame thee, for my love thou usest ;-
But yet be blam'd, if thou thyfelf deceiveft
By wilful taste of what thyfelf refusest.
I do forgive thy robb'ry, gentle thief,
Altho' thou fteal thee all my poverty:
And yet love knows it is a greater grief
To bear love's wrong, than hate's known injury.
Lafcivious grace, in whom all ill well fhows,
Kill me with fpite, yet we must not be foes,

Lofs and Gain.

Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits,
When I am fometimes abfent from thy heart,
Thy beauty and thy years full well befit,
For ftill temptation follows where thou art..
Gentle thou art, and therefore to be won ;
Beauteous thou art, and therefore to be affailed,
And when a woman woos, what woman's fon
Will fourly leave her till he have prevailed?

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Ah me! but yet thou might'ft my feat forbear,
And chide thy beauty and thy ftraying 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 false to me.

That thou haft her, it is not all my grief,
And yet it may be faid I lov'd her dearly;
That she hath thee, is of my wailing chief,«,
A lofs in love that touches me more nearly..
Loving offenders, thus I will excufe ye,
Thou doft love her, because thou know'ft I love her
And for my fake even fo doth she abuse me,
Suffering my friend, for my fake, to approve her.

If I lofe thee, my lofs is my love's gain,

And lofing her,.my friend hath found that lofs:..
Both find each other, and I lofe 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 he loves but me alone..

Foolish, Difdain.

Venus with Adonis fitting by her,

Under a myrtle fhade, began to woo him:
She told the youngling how god Mars did try her,
And as he fell to her, fhe fell to him.

Even thus (quoth fhe) the warlike god embrac'd me,
And then the clipt. Adonis in her arms:
Even thus (quoth fhe) the warlike god unlac'd me,
As if the boy fhould ufe like loving charms.
Even thus (quoth the) he feized on my lips,
And with her lips on his did act the seizure:

And as the fetched breath, away he skips,

And would not take her meaning nor her pleasure. Ah! that I had my lady at this bay,

To kifs and clip me till I run away.

Ancient Antipathy.

Crabbed age and youth cannot live together ;-
Youth is full of pleafance, age is full of care;
Youth like fummer morn, age like winter weather;
Youth like fummer brave, age like winter bare.
Youth is full 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! fweet fhepherd hie thee;.
For, methinks, thou ftay'ft too long.

Beauty's Valuation.

Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good;
A fhining glofs, that fadeth fuddenly;
A flower that dies, when firft it 'gins to bud ;
A brittle glafs, that's broken presently.

A doubtful good, a glofs, a glass, a flower.
Loft, faded, broken, dead within an hour.

And as goods loft, are feld' or never found;
As faded glofs no rubbing will refresh;
As flowers dead, lie withered on the ground;
As broken glass, no cement can redress:、

So beauty blemish'd once, for ever's loft,
In spite of phyfic, painting, pain and cost.

Melancholy Thoughts.

If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
Injurious distance should not stop my way;
For then, despite of space, I would be brought
To limits far remote, where thou doft stay.
No matter then altho' my foot did stand
Upon the fartheft earth remov'd from thee;
For nimble thought can jump both fea and land,
As foon as think the place 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 leifure with my moan;∞
Receiving nought by elements fo flow

But heavy tears, badges of either's woe.

The other two, flight air, and purging fire,
Are both with thee, where-ever I abide;
The first my thought, the other my defire;
Thefe prefent, abfent, with fwift motion flide.
For when thefe quicker elements are gone,
In tender embaffy of love to thee,

My life being made of four, with two alone
Sinks down to death, oppreft with melancholy;
Until life's compofition be recured,
By those swift meffengers return'd from thee,
Who even but now come back again affsured
Of their fair health, recounting it to me.

This told, joy; but then no longer glad,.
I fend them back again, and ftrait grow fad.

Love's Lofs.

Sweet rofe, fair flower, untimely pluck'd, soon faded,
Pluck'd in the bud, and faded in the fpring:
Bright orient pearl, alack! too timely fhaded,
Fair creature kill'd too foon by death's sharp fting:
Like a green plumb, that hangs upon a tree,
And falls (thro' wind) before the fall should 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 ftill:

O yes (dear friend) I pardon crave of thee,
Thy difcontent thou didst bequeath to me..

Love's Relief.

Full many a glorious morning have I feen,
Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye,
Kiffing with golden face the meadows green;.
Gilding pale ftreams with heavenly alchymy;
Anon permit the baseft clouds to ride,
With ugly rack on his celeftial face,
And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
Stealing unfeen to weft with this disgrace.
Even fo my fun one early morn did fhine,
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 ftain, when heaven's fun
[itaineth.

Why didft thou promife fuch a beauteous day,
And make me travel forth without my cloke,

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