XXIX. When, in difgrace with fortune and men's eyes, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, From fullen earth, fings hymns at heaven's gate: XXX. When to the feffions of fweet filent thought I figh the lack of many a thing I fought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste : Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All loffes are restored and forrows end. XXXI. Thy bofom is endeared with all hearts, And there reigns Love, and all Love's loving parts, Hath dear religious love ftol'n from mine eye, XXXII. If thou furvive my well-contented day, When that churl Death my bones with duft shall These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover, [cover, O, then vouchfafe me but this loving thought: But fince he died, and poets better prove, Theirs for their style I'll read, his for his love.' XXXIII. Full many a glorious morning have I seen Suns of the world may stain when heaven's fun ftaineth. |