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And that deep vow which Brutus made before; He doth again repeat, and that they swore.

When they had sworn to this advised doom,
They did conclude to bear dead Lucrece thence,
To shew the bleeding body throughout Rome,,
And so to publish Tarquin's foul offence.
Which being done, with speedy diligence,

The Romans plausibly did give consent
To Tarquin's everlasting banishment..

POEMS, ON SEVERAL OCCASIONS.

The Glory of Beauty:

A

H wherefore with infection should he live?

And with his presence grace impiety ?
That sin by him advantage should atchieve,
And lace itself with his society ?
Why should false painting imitate his cheek,
And steal dead seeing of his living hue ?
Why should poor beauty indirectly seek
Rofes of shadow, fince his rose is true ?
Why should he live, now nature bankrupt is,
Beggar'd of blood, to blush thro' lively veins ?
For the hath no exchequer now but his,
And proud of many, lives upon his gains.

O! him she stores, to show what wealth she had
In days long since, before thefe last so bad.

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Thus is his cheek, the map of days, out-worn,
When beauty liv'd and dy'd as flowers do now is
Before these bastard signs of fair were born,
Or durft inhabit on a living brow :
Before the golden treffes of the dead,
The right of fepulchres, were shorn away,
To live a second life on second head,
Ere beauty's dead fleece made another gay..
In him those holy antique hours are seen,
Without all ornament ittelf, and true,
Making no summer of another's green,
Robbing no old, to dress his beauty new::

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And him as for a map doth nature store.
To show false art what beauty was of yore.

Those parts of thee, that the world's eye doth view,',
Want nothing, that the thought of hearts can mend:
All tongues (the voice of souls) give thee thy due, .
Uttering bare truth, even so as foes commend.
Their outward thus with outward praise is crown'd, ,
But those fame tongues that give thee so thine own, ,
In other accents do this praise confound,
By seeing farther than the eye hath shown.
They look into the beauty of thy mind, -
And that in guess they measure by thy deeds;
Then their churlthoughts (altho’their eyes were kind) ).
To thy fair flower add the rank smell of weeds.

But why? thy odour matcheth not thy show,
The toil is this, that thou dost common grow.

Injurious Time.

Like as the waves makë towards the pebbled shoregi,
So do our minutes haften to their end :
Each changing place with that which goes beforegi,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd, :
Crooked eclipfes 'gainft his glory fight,
And time that gave, doth now his gift confound:
Time doth transfix the flourish fet on youth,
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
Eeeds on the rarities of nature's truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow.

And yet to times, in hope, my verse thall stand,
Brailing thy worth, despite his cruel hand.

Against my love shall be as I am now,
With time's injurious hand crush'd and o'er-worn;
When hours have drain'd his blood, and fill'd his brows
With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn
Hath travelld on to age's iteepy night,
And all those beauties, whereof now he's king,
Are vanishing, or. vanish'd out of light,
Stealing away the treasure of his spring :
For such a time, do I now fortify,
Against confounding age's cruel knifejn
That he shall never cut from memory
My sweet love's beauty, tho' my lover's life.

His beauty shall in these black lines be seen,
And they shall live, and he in-chem Atill green,

When I have seen, by time's fell hand defac'd,
The rich proud cost of out-worn bury'd age;
When sometimes lofty towers I see down raz'd,
And brass eternal Nave to mòrtal rage ;
When I have seen the hungry ocean gain
Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,
And the firm foil: win of the watry main,
Increasing store with loss, and loss with store ;,
When I have seen such interchange of state,
Or state itself confounded, to decay :.
Ruin hash taught me thus to ruminate,
That time will come, and take my

love

away. This thought is as a death, which cannot chuse: But weep to have that which it fears to lose.

Since brassy, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless fea,
But fad mortality o'er-sways their power :
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower ?

O! how shall summer's hungry breath hold out
Against the wrackful fiege of battering days;
When rocks impregnable are not so stout,
Nor gates of feel so strong, but time decays ?
O! fearful meditation ! where, alack !
Shall time's best jewel from time's chest lie hid?
Or what strong hand can hold this swift foot back,
Or who his spoil on beauty can forbid ?

O! none ! unless this miracle have might,
That in black ink

my.

love may still shine bright..

Tir'd with all these, for restful death I cry;
As to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jolity,
And purest saith unhappily forsworn,
And gilded honour shamefully misplac'd,
And maiden virtue rudely ftrumpetted,
And right persection wrongfully disgrac'd,
And strength by limping sway disabled,
And art made tongue-tyd by authority,
And folly (doctor-like) controuling skill,
And sinple truth miscall’d simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill:

Tir'd with all these, from these would I be gone;
Save that to die, I leave my love alone.

True Admiration.

What is your fubftanee, whereof are you made,
That millions of strange shadows on you tend?
Since every one, hath every one, one shade,
And
you
but

one, can every fhadow lend?
Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit
Is poorly imitated after you

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