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A Monument to Fame.
Not mine own sears, nor the prophetick foul
What's in the brain, that ink may character,
Finding the sirst conceit os love there bred,
Love is too young to know what conscience is,
In loving thee, thou know'st I am forsworn,
But thou art twice forsworn to me love swearing;
In act thy bed-vow broke, and new faith torn,
In vowing new hate after new love bearing.
But why of two oaths breach do I accuse thee,
When I break twenty? I am perjur'd most;
For all my vows are oaths but to misuse thee;
And all my honest faith in thee is lost.
For I have sworn deep oaths of thy deep kindness;
Oaths of thy love, thy truth, thy constancy;
And to enlighten thee, gave eyes to blindness;
Or made them swear against the thing they see.
The Tale of Cephalus and Procris.
Beneath f-Iymertus' hill, well cloth'd with slowers,
The humble shrubs and bushes hide the grass,
Here laurel. rosemary, here myrtle was:
Here grew thick box, and tam'risk, that excels,
And made a mere consusion of sweet smells;
The trisFoly, the pine; and on this heath
Stands many a plant that seels cold Zephyr's breath.
Here Ihe young Cephalus, tir'd in the chace,
Us'd his repose and rest alone t' embrace;
And where he sat, these words he would repeat,
'Come air, sweet air, come cool my mighty heat I
• Come, gentle air, I never will forfake thfe,
* I'll hug thee thus, and in my bosom take thee."
Of air, sweet air, which he did oft proclaim,
What rage of love doth to this madness guide thee?
Her breath (thus in the arms she most affected)
;Cupid laid by hisbrand, and sell afleep^
But found no cure, the bath for my help lies,
The little love-god lying once afleep,
Laid by his side iiis heart in flaming brand,
Whilst many nymphs that vow'd chaste lise to keep.
Came tripping by; but in her maiden hand,
The fairest votary took up that sire,
Which many legions of true hearts had warm'd^
And fo the general of hot desire
Was sleeping, by a virgin hand ciifarm'd.
This brand she quenched in a cool well by,
Which fion) love's sire took heat perpetual,
Growing a bath and healthsul remedy
For men diseas'd; but 1, my mistress' thrall,