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Whenas thine eye bath chose the dame,
And when thou com'st thy tale to tell,
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;
Wh.it tho' she strive to try her strength,
And to her will frame all thy ways,
The strongest castle, tower, and town,
Serve always with assured trust,
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.
Think women still to strive with men
Were kisses all the joys in bed,
One woman would another wed.
But foft enough, too much I sear,
Yet will flie blush, here be it faid,
To hear her secrets fo bewraid.
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,.
A Living Monument.
Not marble, nor the gilded monument
Familiarity breeds Contempt.
So am I as the rich, whose blessed key
Can bring him.to his sweet up-locked treasure,
The which he will not every hour survey,
Blessed are you, whose worthiness gives scope,
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.
No longer mourn for me when I am dead; .
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,