CI. That you were once unkind, befriends me now, As I by yours, you have pass'd a hell of time : To weigh how once I suffer'd in your crime. The humble salve wich wounded bosoms fits! Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain Beyond all date, even to eternity: Of thee, thy record never can be miss'd. To trust those tables that receive thee more: Were to import forgetfulness in me. 1 1 'Remember'd:' reminded.-2 The table-book given to him by his friend. CV. Were it aught to me I bore the canopy, With my extern the outward honouring, Or laid great bases for eternity, Which prove more short than waste or ruining? Have I not seen dwellers on form and favour Lose all, and more, by paying too much rent, For compound sweet foregoing simple savour, Pitiful thrivers, in their gazing spent? No;-let me be obsequious in thy heart, And take thou my oblation, poor but free, Which is not mix'd with seconds, knows no art, But mutual render, only me for thee. Hence, thou suborn'd informer! a true soul, When most impeach'd, stands least in thy control. 95 PART FOURTH. CVI. So is it not with me as with that Muse, And every fair with his fair doth rehearse; With sun and moon, with earth and sea's rich gems, With April's first-born flowers, and all things rare That heaven's air in his huge rondure 1 hems. Oh let me, true in love, but truly write, And then believe me, my love is as fair |