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Wholesome Counsel.

Whenas thine eye bath chose the dame,
And stall'd the deer that thou should'st strike;
Let reafon rule things worthy blame,
As well as fancy (partly all might)
Take counsel of fome wiser head,
Neither too young, nor yet unwed.

And when thou com'st thy tale to tell,
Smooth not thy tongue with siled talk;
Lest she fome subtle practice smell:
A cripple soon can sind a halt.

But plainly fay, thou lov'st her well,

And set her perfon forth to fale.

What tho' her frowning brows be bent,

Her cloudy looks will calm e'er night;

And then too late she will repent,

That thus dissembled her delight;
And twice desire, ere it be day,
That which with scorn she put away. tho' she strive to try her strength,
And ban, and brawl, and fay thee nay;
Her seeble force will yield at length,
When crast hath taught her thus to fay:
Had women been fo strong as men,
In faith, you had not had it then.

And to her will frame all thy ways,
Spare not to spend, and chiefly there,
Where thy desert may merit praise,
By ringing in thy lady's ear:

The strongest castle, tower, and town,
The golden bullet beats it down.

Serve always with assured trust,
And in thy suit be humble true;
Unless thy lady prove unjust,
Please never thou to chuse a-new.

When time shall serve, be thou not flack

To proffer, tho' she put it back.

The wiles and guiles that women work,

Dissembled with an outward shew

The tricks and toys that in them lurk,

The coxk that treads them fliall not know.
Have you not heard it faid full oft,
A woman's nay doth stand for nought?

Think women still to strive with men
To sin, and never for to faint:
There is no heaven (by holy then)
When time with age (hall them attaint.

Were kisses all the joys in bed,

One woman would another wed.

But foft enough, too much I sear,
Lest that my mistress hear my song;
She will not stick to round me on th' ear, .
To teach my tongue to be fo long.

Yet will flie blush, here be it faid,

To hear her secrets fo bewraid.

Sat Fuijse.

Sin os self-love posscsseth all mine eye, And all my foul, and all my every pait;.

And for this sin there is no remedy,.

It is so grounded inward in my heart.

Methinks no face fo gracious is, as mine;

No shape fo true, no truth of such account;-~

And for myself mine own worth do desine,

As I all other in ali worths surmount. .

But when my glass shews me myself indeed,

Beated and chopp'd with tann'd antiquity;

Mine own self love quite contrary I read,

Self, fo self-loving, were iniquity:

'Tis thee (my self) that for myself I praise,.
Painting my age with beauty of thy days.

A Living Monument.

Not marble, nor the gilded monument
Of princes, shall out-live this powersul rhyme;
But you shall shine more bright in these contents,
Than unswept stone besmear'd with fluttish time.
When wastesul war shall statues overturn*.
And broils roet out the worlcof masonry ;.
Nor Mars's sword,..nor war's quick sire shall bum
The living record.of your memory;
'Gainst death, and all oblivious enmity,
Shall you pace forth ; your praise shall still sind room,.
Even in the eyes of all posterity,
That wear tbie world out to the ending doom.
So till the judgment, that yourself arise*
You live in this, and'dwell in. lovers eyes. .

Familiarity breeds Contempt.

So am I as the rich, whose blessed key

Can bring his sweet up-locked treasure,

The which he will not every hour survey,
For blunting the sine point of seldom pleasure.
Therefore are feasts fo solemn an! so rare;
Since seldom coming, in the long year set,
Like stone of worth they thinly placed are,
Or captain jewels in the carconet.
So is the time that keeps you, as my chest,
Or as the wardrobe,. which the robe doth hide.
To make sonle special instant special blest;
By new unsolding his imprison'd pride.

Blessed are you, whose worthiness gives scope,
Being had to triumph, being lack'd to hope.

Patiens Armatux.

Is it thy will, thy image should- keep open

My heavy eye-lids to the weary night?

Dolt thou desire my flumbers should be broken,

While shadows, like to thee, do mock my sight?

Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee,

So far from home, into my deeds to pry;

To sind. out shames, and idle hours in me,- .

The scope and tenure of thy jealousy?

O! no, thy love, tho' much is not fo great;

It is my love, that keeps mine eye awake;

Mine own true love* that doth my rest deseat,.

To-play the watchman ever for thy fake.

For thee watch I, whilst thou dost wake elsewhere, From me far off, with others all too near.

A Valedi&ion.

No longer mourn for me when I am dead; .
When you shall hear the surly sullen bell .

Give warning to the world, that I am fled

From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell.

Nay, if you read this line remember not

The hand that writ if, for I love you fo,

That I in your sweet thoughts wou'd be forgot,

If thinking on me then should make you woe.

O! if (I fay) you look upon this verse,

"When I (perhaps) compounded am with clay;

Do not fo much as my poor name rehearse,

But let your love even with my lise decay:

Lest the wise world should look into your moan, And mock you with me after Lam gone.

O! lest the world should task you, to recite

What merit liv'd in me, that you should love;

.After my death (dear love !) forget me quite, 1

For you in me can nothing worthy prove:

Unless you would devise some virtuous lye,

To do more far me now, than mine own desert,.

And hang more praise upon deceased I,

Than niggard truth would willingly impart.

O! lest your true love may seem false in this,

That you for love speak well of me untrtie 5

My name be buried where my body is,

And live no more to shame nor me, nor you:

For I am sham'd by that which I bring forth;

And so should you, to love things nothing worth,

But be contented, when that sell arrest,
Without all bail, shall carry me away;
My life hath in this line fome interest,
Which for memorial still with thee shall stay.
When thou reviewest this, thou dost review.
The very part was consecrate to thee:

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