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One on another's neck do witness bear:
Thy black is fairest in my judgment's place.
In nothing art thou black, fave in thy deeds,
And thence this flander, as I think, proceeds.
Thine eyes I love, and they as pitying me,
Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain,
Have put on black, and loving mourners be,
Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.
And truly not the morning-sun of heaven
better becomes the grey cheeks of the east;.
Nor that sull star that ushers in the even,
Doth half that glory to the sober welt,
As those two mourning eyes become thy facer
Oh! let it then as well beieem thy heart
To mourn for me, since mourning doth thee grace,.
And sute thy pity like in every part.
Then will I swear beauty herself is black,
And all they foul that thy completion-lack.
Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan,
For that deep wound it gives my friend and me;
Ib't not enough to torture me alone,
But stave to flavery my sweetest friend must be r1
Me from myself thy cruel eye hath taken,
And my next sels thou harder hast engross'd;
Ot him, myself, and thee I am iorfaken,
A torment thrice three-fold thus to be cross'd.
Prison my heart in thy steel bofom's ward,
But then my friend's heart let my poor heart bail;
Whoe'er keeps me, let my heart be his guard,
Thou canst not then use rigour in my.jail.
And yet thou wilt, for I being pent in thee,.
Perforce am thine, and all that is in me.
So now I have consest that he is thine,
And I myself am mortgag'd to thy will;
Myself I'll forseit, fo that other mine
Thou wilt restore to me, my comfort still.
But thou wilt nor, nor he will not be free,
For thou art covetous, and he is kind;
He learn'd, but surety-like to write for me,
Under that bond that him as fast doth bind
The statute of thy beauty thou wilt take,
Thou usurer, that put'st sorth all to use;
And sue a friend, came debtor for my fake,
So him I lose thro' my unkind abuse.
Him have I lost, thou hast both him and me; .
He pays the whole, and yet I am not free.
Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy Will,-
And "Will to boot, and Will in overplus;
More than enough am I that vex thee still,
To thy sweet will making addition thus.
"Wilt thou, whose. will i& large and spacious,
Not once vouchfase to hide my will in thine?-
Shall will in others seem right gracious,
And in my will no fair acceptance shine ?"-
The sea all water, yet receives rain still,
And in abundance addeth to his store;
So thou being rich in Will", add to thy Will
One will of mine, to make thy large Will more. - •
Let no unkind, no fair beseechers kill,
Think all but one, and me in that one WilL
If thy foul check thee that I come fo near,
Swear to thy blind foul that I was thy Will;
And will, thy foul knows, is admitted there;
Thus far for love, my love-suit sweet sulsil.
Will will fulsil the treasure of thy love,
I sill it sull with wills, and my wHl one:
In things of great receipt with ease we prove,.
Among a number one is reckon'd none.
Then in the number let me pass untold,
Tho' in thy store's account I one must be:
For nothing hold me, fo it please thee hold
That nothing me, a fomething sweet to thee.
Make but my name thy love, and love that stilrj.
And then thou lov'lt me, for my name is Will..
His Heart wounded- by her Eye.
Thou blind fool, love, what dost thou to mine eyes;.
That they behold, and see not what they fee?
They know what beauty is, see where it lies;
"S et what the bestis, take the worst to be.
If eyes corrupt by over-partial looks,
Be anchor'd in the bay where all men ride
Why of eyes falstiood hast thou sorged hooks,
Whereto the judgment of my heart is ty'd?
Why should my heart think that a several plot,
Which my heait knows the wide world's common-
er mine eyes seeing this, fay this is not lace ?.
To put fair truth upon so feul'a-face;
In things right true my heair and eyes have err'd,
And to this false plague are they now trscsserr'd.
O! call not me to justisy the wrong,
That thy ur.kindness lays upon my heart;
"Wound me not with thine eye, but with thy tongueit-
Use power with power, and flay me not by art:
Tell me thou lov'st elsewhere; but in-my sight,.
Dear heart forbear to glance thine eye aside;
"What need'st thou wound with cunning, when' thy-
Is more than my o'er-prest desence can bide? [might
Let me excuse thee; ah! my love well knows,
Her pretty looks have been my enemies,
And therefore from my face she turns my foes..
That they elsewhere might dart their injuries;
Yet do not fo, but since I anv near flain,
Kill me out right with looks, and rid my pain;
Be wife as thou art cruel, do not press
My tonguety'd patience with too much disdain
Lest forrow lend me words, and words express-
The manner of thypity-wanting pain-.
If I might teach you wit, better it were",
Tho' not to love yet love to teH me fo:
As testy sick men, when their deaths be near,
No news but health from their physicians know..
For if I should despair, I should grow mad,
And in my madness might speak ill-of thee;
Now this ill wresting world is grown fo bad,.
Mad flanderers by mad ears believed be;
That I may not be fo, nor thou bely'd,
Bear thine eyes strait, tho' thy proud-heart go wide-.
In faith I do not Ibve thee with mine eyes,
For they in thee a thoufand errors note;
But 'tis my heart that leves what they despises
W ho in despite of view is pleas'd to doaf.
Nor are mine ears with thy tongue's tune delighted,
Nor tender seeling to base touches prone,
Nor taste, nor smell desire to be invited
To any sensual seast with thee alone:
But my sive wits, nor my sive senses can
Pissuade one soolish heart from seiving thee }
Who lives unsway'd the likeness os a man,
Thy proud heart's flave and vassal wretch to be r
Only my plague thus far t count my gain,
That she that makes me sin, rewards my pain..
Love is my sin, and my dear virtue hate;
Hate of sin, grounded on a sinsul loving.:
O! but with mine, compare thou thine own state,
And thou shalt sind it merits not reproving:
Or if it do, not srom those lips of thine,.
That have prolan'd their scarlet ornaments,
And seal'd salse bonds os love as oft as mine,
Robb'd others beds revenues of their rents.
Be it lawsul, I love thee, as thou lov'st those,
"Whom thine eyes woo, as mine importune thee ;.-
Root pity in thy heart, that when it grows,
Thy pity may deserve to pity'd be.
If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide,.
By self example may'st thoa be deny'dl
Lo! as a caresul housewise runs to catch
One of her seather'd creatures broke away;
Sets down rur babe, and makes ail swift dispatch,.
In pursuit ot the thing she would have stay:
Whilst her neglected child holds her in chase,.
Cries to catch her, whose busy care is bent