XXXVI. Let me confefs that we two must be twain, So fhall those blots that do with me remain, Which, though it alter not love's fole effect, I may not evermore acknowledge thee, Left my bewailed guilt should do thee shame, As, thou being mine, mine is thy good report. XXXVII. As a decrepit father takes delight To see his active child do deeds of youth, Or any Entitled in thy parts do crowned fit, I make my love engrafted to this store: So then I am not lame, poor, nor despised, Whilft that this shadow doth such substance give That I in thy abundance am fufficed And by a part of all thy glory live. Look, what is beft, that best I wish in thee: This wish I have; then ten times happy me! XXXVIII. How can my Muse want subject to invent, Thine own sweet argument, too excellent For every vulgar paper to rehearse? O, give thyself the thanks, if aught in me For who's fo dumb that cannot write to thee, Be thou the tenth Muse, ten times more in worth And he that calls on thee, let him bring forth If my flight Muse do please these curious days, XXXIX. O, how thy worth with manners may I fing, What can mine own praise to mine own felf bring? And what is 't but mine own when I praise thee? Even for this let us divided live, And our dear love lose name of fingle one, That by this feparation I may give That due to thee which thou deservest alone. O absence, what a torment wouldst thou prove, XL. Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all; Kill me with spites; yet we must not be foes. |