CXVII. Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all Whereto all bonds do tie me day by day; That I have frequent been with unknown minds, Which should transport me fartheft from your fight. CXVIII. Like as, to make our appetites more keen, We ficken to fhun sickness when we purge; And fick of welfare found a kind of meetness To be diseased, ere that there was true needing. Thus policy in love, to anticipate The ills that were not, grew to faults affured, But thence I learn, and find the leffon true, CXIX. What potions have I drunk of Siren tears, What wretched errors hath my heart committed, How have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted, In the distraction of this madding fever! O benefit of ill! now I find true That better is by evil ftill made better; And ruin'd love, when it is built anew, Grows fairer than at firft, more strong, far greater. So I return rebuked to my content, And gain by ills thrice more than I have spent. CXX. That you were once unkind befriends me now, To weigh how once I fuffer'd in your crime. CXXI. 'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed, Or on my frailties why are frailer spies, Which in their wills count bad what I think good? No, I am that I am, and they that level At my abuses reckon up their own: I may be straight, though they themselves be bevel; By their rank thoughts my deeds must not be shown; Unless this general evil they maintain, All men are bad and in their badness reign. |