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Whenas thine eye hath chose the dame,
And Itall’d the deer that thou should'st strike;
Let reason rule things worthy blame,
As well as fancy (partly all might)
Take counsel of some wiser head,
Neither too young, nor yet unwed.
And when thou com'st thy tale to tell,
Smooth not thy tongue with filed talk;
Lest she some subtle practice smell :
A cripple soon can find a halt.
But plainly say, thou lov'st her well,
And let her person forth to sale.
What tho' her frowning brows be bent,
Her cloudy looks will calm e'er night;.
And then too late she will repent,
That thus diffembled her delight;
And twice defire, ere it be day,
That which with scorn she put away.
What tho' she strive to try her strength,
And ban, and brawl, and say thee nay;
Her feeble force will yield at length,
When craft hath taught her thus to say:
Had women been so 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 llack • To proffer, tho' she put it back.
The wiles and guiles that women work,
Diffembled with an outward shew
The tricks and toys that in them lurk,
The cock that treads them shall not know.
Have you not heard it said full oft,
A woman's nay doth stand for nought?
Think women still to strive with men
Tosin, and never for to faint :
There is no heaven (by holy then)
When time with age shall them attaint.
Were kiffes all the joys in bed,
One woman would another wed.
But soft enough, too much I fear,
Left that my mistress hear my fong;
She will not stick to round me on th' eary,
To teach my tongue to be so long.
Yet will the blush, here be it said,
To hear her secrets so be wraid.
Sin of self-love poffefseth all mine eye, And all my soul, and all my every part.;
And for this fin there is no remedy,,
It is so grounded inward in my heart.
Methinks no face so gracious is, as mine; :
No Thape so true, no truth' of such account ; :
And for myself mine own worth do define, .
As I all other in all worths surmount. .
But when my glass--thews me myself indeed, -
Beated and chopp?d with tann'd antiquity;
Mine own felf-love quite contrary I read,
Self, so self-loving, were iniquity: .
'Tis thee (my felf) that for myself I praise, '-
Painting my age with beauty of thy days.".
Not marble, nor the gilded monument
Of princes, shall out-live this powerful rhyme;
But you shall shine more bright in these contents,
Than unswept stone besmear'd with Duttish time.
When wasteful war fhall statues overturny,
And broils roes out the work.of. masonry ; :
Nor Mars's sword,.. nor war's quick fire shall burn":
The living record of your memory:
'Gainst death, and all oblivious enmity,
Shall you pace forth-; your praise fhall still find room,
Even in the eyes of all posterity,
That wear this 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 blefsed key
Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure,
The which he will not every hour survey,
For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure.
Therefore are feasts so folemn and so rare;
Since seldom coming, in the long year fet,
Like stone of worth they thinly placed are,
Or captain jewels in the carcouret:
So is the time that keeps you, as my chest,
Or as the wardrobe,. which the robe doth hide,
To make fonie fpecial instant special bleft;
By new unfolding his imprison's pride.
Blessed are you, whose worthiness gives scope,
Being had to triumph, being lack'd to hope.
Is it thy will, thy image frould keep open
My heavy eye-lids to the weary night?
Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken,
While shadows, like to thee, do mock my fight?
Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee,
So far from home, into my deeds to pry;
To find out thames, and idle hoars in mez: ,
The scope and tenure of thy jealousy?
O! no, thy love, tho' much is not so great ;
It is my love, that keeps mine eye awake;
Mine own true lovethat doth my reft defeat,
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 ;
When you fhall hear the surly lullen bell .
Give warning to the world, that I am fled
From this vile world, with vileft worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line remember not..
The hand that writ it; for I love you fo, .
That I in your sweet thoughts wou'd be forgot,
If thinking on me then should make you woe. .
Q! if (I say) you look upon this verse,
When I (perhaps) compounded am with clay;
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse,
But let your love even with my life decay ::
Left the wise world should look into your' moan,
And mock you, with me after Lam gone.
O! left 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, i
For you in me can nothing worthy prove :: .
Unless you would devise some virtuous lye,
To do more for me now, than mine own desert,
And hang more praise upon deceased-1;
Than niggard truth would willingly impart.
O! left your true love may seem false in this,
That you for love speak well of me untrue;
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 fhould you, to love things nothing worth.'
But be contented, when that fell arrest,
Without all bail, shall carry me away ;
My life hath in this line some interest,
Which for memorial still with thee shall stay.
When thou reviewest this, thou doft review.
The very part was consecrate to thee..