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CIX.

O, never say that I was false of heart, Though abfence feem'd my flame to qualify. As easy might I from myself depart

As from my foul, which in thy breast doth lie:
That is my home of love: if I have ranged,
Like him that travels, I return again;

Just to the time, not with the time exchanged,
So that myself bring water for my ftain.
Never believe, though in my nature reign'd
All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood,
That it could fo prepofterously be ftain'd,
To leave for nothing all thy fum of good;
For nothing this wide universe I call,
Save thou, my rose; in it thou art my all.

CX.

Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and there,
And made myself a motley to the view,

Gored mine own thoughts, fold cheap what is most
Made old offences of affections new;

Moft true it is that I have look'd on truth

[dear,

Afkance and ftrangely; but, by all above,

These blenches gave my heart another youth,
And worse essays proved thee my best of love.
Now all is done, have what shall have no end:
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, Even to thy pure and most most loving breast.

CXI.

O, for my fake do you with Fortune chide,
The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds,
That did not better for my life provide

Than public means which public manners breeds.
'Thence comes it that my name receives a brand,
And almoft thence my nature is fubdued
To what it works in, like the dyer's hand:
Pity me then and wish I were renew'd;
Whilft, like a willing patient, I will drink
Potions of eifel, 'gainst my strong infection;
No bitterness that I will bitter think,
Nor double penance, to corre& correction.
Pity me then, dear friend, and I affure ye
Even that your pity is enough to cure me.

CXII.

Your love and pity doth the impreffion fill
Which vulgar scandal stamp'd upon my brow;
For what care I who calls me well or ill,
So you o'er-green my bad, my good allow?
You are my all the world, and I must strive

To know my shames and praises from your tongue;
None else to me, nor I to none alive,

That

my fteel'd sense or changes right or wrong.

In fo profound abysm I throw all care
Of others' voices, that my adder's fenfe
To critic and to flatterer ftopped are.
Mark how with my neglect I do dispense:
You are so ftrongly in my purpose bred

That all the world besides methinks they're dead.

CXIII.

Since I left you mine eye is in my mind,
And that which governs me to go about
Doth part his function and is partly blind,
Seems seeing, but effectually is out;

For it no form delivers to the heart

Of bird, of flower, or shape, which it doth latch:
Of his quick objects hath the mind no part,
Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch;
For if it see the rudest or gentleft fight,

The most sweet favour or deformed'ft creature,
The mountain or the sea, the day or night,

The crow or dove, it shapes them to your feature :
Incapable of more, replete with you,

My most true mind thus maketh mine untrue.

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