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A thousand favours from a maund she drew
Of amber, crystal, and of bedded jet,
Which one by one she in a river threw,
Upon whose weeping margent she was set,
Like usury, applying wet to wet,
Or monarch's hands, that let not bounty fall
Where want cries fome, but where excess begs all.
Of folded schedules had she many a one,
Which the perus’d, sigh’d, tore, and gave the flood;
Crack'd many a ring of polied gold and bone,
Bidding them find their fepulchres in mud;
Found yet more letters fadly pen’d in blood,
With ileided filk feat and affectedly
Enswath'd, and seal'd to curious fecrefy.
Thefe often bath'd she in her fluxive eyes,
And often kiss’d, and often ’gan to tear ;
Cry'd, 0 false blood! thou register of lies,
What unapproved witness doft thou bear!
Ink would have seem'd more black and damned here!
This said, in top of rage the lines she rents ; 55
Big discontent so breaking their contents.
A reverend man that graz’d his cattle nigh,
(Sometime a blusterer, that the ruffle knew
Of court, of city, and had let go by
The Twifteft hours) observed as they flew;
6. Towards this afflicted fancy fastly drew; And privileg'd by age, delíres to know In brief the grounds and motives of her woe. So slides he down upon his grained bat, And comely-distant fits he by her side ; When he again desires her, being lat, Her grievance with his hearing to divide : If that from him there may be aught apply'd Which may her suffering ecstacy assuage, 'Tis promis'd in the charity of age. Father, she says, though in me you behold The injury of many a blasting hour,
Let it not tell your judgment I am old :
Not age, but forrow, over me hath power :
I might as yet have been a spreading flower, 75
Fresh to myself, if I had felf-apply'd
Love to myself, and to no love beside.
But woe is me! too early I attended
A youthful suit (it was to gain my grace)
Of one by nature's outwards fo commended.
That maidens' eyes stuck over all his face ;
Love lack'd a dwelling, and made him her place ;
And when in his fair parts she did abide,
She was new lodg’d and newly deified,
His browny locks did hang in crooked curls;
And every light occasion of the wind
Upon his lips their filken parcels hurls.
What's tweet to do, to do will aptly find :
that saw him did enchant the mind; For on his visage was in little drawn, What largeness thinks in Paradise was fawn. Smallthew of man was yet upon his chin; His phænix down began but to appear, Like unshorn velvet, on that termless skin, Whose bare out-brag'd the web it seem'd to wear ; 95 Yet Thew'd his visage by that cost most dear ; And nice affections wavering stood in doubt, If best 'twere as it was, or best without. His qualities wore beauteous as his form, For maiden-tongu'd he was, and therefore free; Yet, if men mov'd him, was he such a storm As oft 'twixt May and April is to see, When winds breathe sweet, unruly though they be. His rudeness so with his authoriz'd youth, Did livery falseness in a pride of truth.
105 Well could he ride; and often men would say, “ That borse bis meitle from his rider takes : Proud of subjection, noble by the fway,
[makes!" What rounds, what bounds, what course, what stop he
And controverfy hence a question takes,
Whether the horse by him became his deed,
Or he his manage by the well-doing steed.
But quickly on this fide the verdiet went i
His real habitude
To appertainings and to ornament,
115 Accomplish'd in himfelf, not in his case: All aids, themselves made fairer by their place, Came for additions; yet their purpos'd trim Piec'd not his grace, but were all grac'd by him. So on the tip of his subduing tongue, All kind of arguments and question deep, All replication prompt, and reason strong, For his advantage still did wake and sleep: To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep, He had the dialect and different skill,
Catching all passions in his craft of will;
That he did in the general bosom reign
Of young, of old; and fexes both enchanted,
To dwell with him in thoughts, or to remain
In personal duty, following where he haunted :
Consents bewitch’d, ere he desire, have granted;
And dialogu'd for him what he would say,
Alk'd their own wills, and made their wills obey.
Many there were that did his picture get,
To serve their eyes, and in it put their mind; 135
Like fools that in the imagination fet
The goodly objects which abroad they find
Of lands and mansions, their's in thought assign'd;
And labouring in more pleasures to beltow them,
Than the true gouty landlord which doth owe them.
So many have, that never touch'd his hand, 141
Sweetly suppos’d them mistress of his heart.
My woeful self, that did in freedom stand,
And was my own free simple, (not in part),
What with his art in youth, and youth in art,
Threw my affections in his charmed power,
Referv'd the stalk, and gave him all my flower.
Yet did I not, as some my equals did,
Demand of him, nor being desired, yielded ;
Finding myself in honour fo forbid,
With fafest distance I mine honour shielded :
Experience for me many bulwarks builded
Of proofs new-bleeding, which remain’d the foil
Of this falle jewel, and his amorous spoil.
But ah! who ever shunn'd by precedent 155
The destin'd ill she must herself assay ?
Or forc'd examples, 'gainst her own content,
To put the by-pass’d perils in her way?
Counsel may stop a while what will not stay;
For when we rage, advice is often seen
16. By blunting us to make our wits more keen. Nor gives it satisfaction to our blood, That we must curb it
others' proof, To be forbid the sweets that seem so good, For fear of harms that preach in our behoof. 165 O appetite, from judgment stand aloof! The one a palate hath that needs will taste, Though reason
it is thy lafi.
For further I could say, this man's untrue,
And knew the patterns of his soul beguiling; 17
Heard where his plants in other's orchards grew,
Saw how deceits were gilded in his smiling,
Knew vows were ever brokers to defiling,
Thought, characters, and words, merely but art,
And bastards of his foul adulterate heart.
175 And long upon these terms I held my city, Till thus he 'gan besiege me: “ Gentle maid, “ Have of my suffering youth some feeling pity, * And be not of my holy vows afraid; “ That's to you sworn, to none was ever said ;
186 " For feasts of love I have been call'd unto, « Till now didne'er invite, nor never vow.
“ All my offences that abroad you see,
“ Are errors of the blood, none of the mind :
“ Love made them not; with acture they may be,
“ Where neither party is nor true nor kind:
They fought their name that so their shame did
“ And so much less of shame in me remains,
“By how much of me their reproach contains.
“ Among the many that mine eyes
have seen, 190
“ Not one whose flame my heart fo much as warm’d,
“ Or my affection put to the finallest teen,
leisures ever charm'd :
“ Harm have I done to them, but ne'er was harm'd;
“ Kept hearts in liveries, but mine own was free; 195
“ And reign'd, commanding in his monarchy.
" Look here what tributes wounded fancies sent me,
“Of paled pearls, and rubies red as blood;
“ Figuring that they their passions likewise lent me
“ Of grief and blushes, aptly understood
" In bloodless white and the encrimson'd mood;
“ Effects of terror and dear modesty,
“ Encamp'd in hearts, but fighting outwardly.
" And lo! behold these talents of their hair,
“ With twisted metal amourously impleach’d,
205 “ I have receiv'd from many a feveral fair, “ (Their kind acceptance weepingly beseech'd) “ With the annexions of fair
enrich'd, * And deep-brain'd sonnets that did amplify “ Each stone's dear nature, worth, and quality. “ The diamond; why 'twas beautiful and hard, " Whereto his invis'd properties did tend; " The deep-green emerald, in whose fresh regard, “ Weak fights their fickly radiance do amend ; “ The heaven-hued sapphire and the opal blend 215 “ With objects manifold; each several stone, " With wit well blazon'd, smild, or made some moan.