XXXIV. If there be nothing new, but that which is The second burthen of a former child! Oh! sure I am, the wits of former days XXXV. Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend. Nativity, once in the main of light,2 Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd, Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight, And Time, that gave, doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow; Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow. And yet, to times in hope, my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand. 1 Whe'r:' whether.-2 The ocean of light. XXXVI. Let those who are in favour with their stars, Unlook'd for joy in that I honour most. After a thousand victories once foil'd, And all the rest forgot for which he toil❜d : Then happy I, that love and am beloved, Where I may not remove, nor be removed. XXXVII. Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage To witness duty, not to show my wit. May make seem bare, in wanting words to show it; But that I hope some good conceit of thine In thy soul's thought, all naked, will bestow it: Till whatsoever star that guides by moving, Points on me graciously with fair aspéct, And puts apparel on my tatter'd loving, To show me worthy of thy sweet respect; Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee, Till then, not show my head where thou may'st prove me. When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd, such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings. XXXIX. When to the sessions of sweet silent thought And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste : Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For precious friends hid in death's dateless1 night, And weep afresh love's long-since cancell'd woe, And moan the expense of 2 many a vanish'd sight. Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored, and sorrows end. 26 1 'Dateless:' endless.- Expense of:' passing away of. XL. Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts, Which I by lacking have supposed dead; And there reigns love and all love's loving parts, 1 Hath dear religious love stolen from mine eye, But things removed, that hidden in thee lie! XLI. If thou survive my well contented day, When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover, And shalt by fortune once more re-survey These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover, Compare them with the bettering of the time; And though they be outstripp'd by every pen, Oh then vouchsafe me but this loving thought! 1 6 Oh, never say that I was false of heart, Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify! As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie: All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood, To leave for nothing all thy sum of good; XLIII. Alas, 'tis true, I have gone here and there, Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, Most true it is, that I have look'd on truth Askance and strangely; but, by all above, These blenches 2 gave my heart another youth, And worse essays proved thee my best of love. Now all is done, have what shall have no end :3 Mine appetite I never more will grind On newer proof, to try an older friend, A God in love, to whom I am confined. Then give me welcome, next my heaven the best, 1 'A motley:' a fool. —2 Blenches:' deviations.—3 My constant affection. |