A thousand favours from a maund fhe drew
Of amber, crystal, and of bedded jet,
Which one by one she in a river threw,
Upon whofe weeping margent she was set,—
Like ufury, 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 pofied gold and bone,

Bidding them find their fepulchres in mud;
Found yet more letters fadly pen'd in blood,
With fleided filk feat and affectedly
Enfwath'd, and feal'd to curious fecrefy.
Thefe often bath'd fhe in her fluxive eyes,
And often kifs'd, and often 'gan to tear;
Cry'd, O false blood! thou register of lies,
What unapproved witnefs doft thou bear!

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Ink would have feem'd more black and damned here!
This faid, in top of rage the lines fhe rents;
Big difcontent fo breaking their contents.
A reverend man that graz'd his cattle nigh,
(Sometime a blufterer, that the ruffle knew
Of court, of city, and had let go by
The fwifteft hours) obferved as they flew;
Towards this afflicted fancy faftly drew;
And privileg'd by age, defires to know
In brief the grounds and motives of her woe.
So flides he down upon his grained bat,
And comely-diftant fits he by her fide;
When he again defires her, being fat,
Her grievance with his hearing to divide :
If that from him there may be aught apply'd
Which may her fuffering ecftacy affuage,
'Tis promis'd in the charity of age.
Father, the fays, though in me you behold
The injury of many a blasting hour,

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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,
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 fuit (it was to gain my grace)
Of one by nature's outwards fo commended.
That maidens' eyes ftuck over all his face ;

Love lack'd a dwelling, and made him her place;
And when in his fair parts fhe did abide,
She was new lodg'd and newly deified,

His browny locks did hang in crooked curls ;
And every light occafion of the wind
Upon his lips their filken parcels hurls.
What's fweet to do, to do will aptly find:
Each eye that faw him did enchant the mind
For on his vifage was in little drawn,
What largenefs thinks in Paradise was fawn.
Small fhew of man was yet upon his chin;
His phoenix down began but to appear,
Like unfhorn velvet, on that termless skin,

Whose bare out-brag'd the web it seem'd to wear; 95
Yet fhew'd his visage by that coft most dear;
And nice affections wavering stood in doubt,
If beft '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 fuch a storm
As oft 'twixt May and April is to fee,

When winds breathe fweet, unruly though they be.
His rudeness fo with his authoriz'd youth,
Did livery falseness in a pride of truth.

Well could he ride; and often men would fay,
"That horfe bis mettle from his rider takes :

Proud of fubjection, noble by the fway,

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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 verdict went ;
His real habitude gave life and grace
To appertainings and to ornament,
Accomplish'd in himself, not in his cafe:
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 fubduing tongue
All kind of arguments and queftion deep,
All replication prompt, and reafon strong,
For his advantage still did wake and fleep:
To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep,
He had the dialect and different skill,
Catching all paffions in his craft of will;

That he did in the general bofom reign
Of young, of old; and fexes both enchanted,
To dwell with him in thoughts, or to remain
In perfonal duty, following where he haunted:
Confents bewitch'd, ere he defire, have granted;
And dialogu'd for him what he would fay,
Afk'd their own wills, and made their wills obey.
Many there were that did his picture get,
To ferve their eyes, and in it put their mind;
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The goodly objects which abroad they find
Of lands and manfions, their's in thought affign'd;
And labouring in more pleasures to bestow them,
Than the true gouty landlord which doth owe them.

So many have, that never touch'd his hand,
Sweetly fuppos'd them mistress of his heart.
My woeful felf, that did in freedom stand,
And was my own free fimple, (not in part),
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Threw my affections in his charmed power,
Referv'd the ftalk, and gave him all my flower.
Yet did I not, as fome my equals did,
Demand of him, nor being defired, yielded ;
Finding myfelf in honour fo forbid,

With fafeft diftance I mine honour fhielded:
Experience for me many bulwarks builded
Of proofs new-bleeding, which remain'd the foil
Of this falfe jewel, and his amorous spoil.

But ah! who ever fhunn'd by precedent
The deftin'd ill fhe muft 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

By blunting us to make our wits more keen.

Nor gives it fatisfaction to our blood,
That we must curb it upon others' proof,
To be forbid the fweets that feem fo good,
For fear of harms that preach in our behoof.
O appetite, from judgment ftand aloof!
The one a palate hath that needs will taste,
Though reafon weep, and cry it is thy laft.
For further I could fay, this man's untrue,
And knew the patterns of his foul beguiling;
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 baftards of his foul adulterate heart.

"Gentle maid,

And long upon these terms I held my city,
Till thus he 'gan befiege me :
"Have of my fuffering youth fome feeling pity,
"And be not of my holy vows afraid;

"That's to you fworn, to none was ever said;
"For feafts of love I have been call'd unto,
"Till now didne'er invite, nor never vow.

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"All my offences that abroad you fee,

"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:

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"And fo much lefs of fhame in me remains, <6 By how much of me their reproach contains. "Among the many that mine eyes have seen, "Not one whofe flame my heart fo much as warm'd, "Or my affection put to the finallest teen, "Or any of my leifures 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 fent me, "Of paled pearls, and rubies red as blood;

Figuring that they their paffions likewife lent me “Of grief and blushes, aptly understood "In bloodlefs white and the encrimfon'd moed; "Effects of terror and dear modefty, "Encamp'd in hearts, but fighting outwardly. "And lo! behold these talents of their hair, "With twisted metal amourously impleach'd, "I have receiv'd from many a feveral fair, "(Their kind acceptance weepingly befeech'd) "With the annexions of fair gems enrich'd, "And deep-brain'd fonnets that did amplify

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