IDENTILIN$$  F05000B 1635, Harvard \pp.84-5\EWS\mf\4-27-85\P&C:JSC\mf[MH,CtY]\10-26-95\P:js\fc(TxAM)\10-25-05\P:js\fc(TxAM)\10-25-05
050.00B.0HE  %XE%9leg%0. IX. /%X%1The Autumnall%2.
050.00B.001  N%+O %1Spring%2, nor %1Sum%Mers%2 Beauty hath such grace,
050.00B.002  As I have seene in one %1Autumnall%2 face,
050.00B.003  Young %1Beauties%2 force your love, and that's a %1Rape%2,
050.00B.004  This doth but %1counsaile%2, yet you cannot scape.
050.00B.005  If t'were a %1shame%2 to love, here t'were no %1shame%2:
050.00B.006  %1Affections%2 here take %1Reverences%2 name.
050.00B.007  Were her first yeares the %1Golden%2 %2Age%2; That's true,
050.00B.008  But now shee's %1gold%2 oft tryed, and ever new.
050.00B.009  That was her torrid and inflaming time,
050.00B.010  This is her habitable %1Tropique clyme%2.
050.00B.011  Faire eyes, who askes more heate than comes from /(hence,
050.00B.012  He in a fevor wishes pestilence.
050.00B.013  Call not these wrinkles, %1graves%2; If %1graves%2 they were,
050.00B.014  They were %1Loves graves%2; or else he is no where.
050.00B.015  Yet lies not Love %1dead%2 here, but here doth sit
050.00B.016  Vow'd to this trench, like an %1Anachorit%2.
050.00B.017  And here, till hers, which must be his %1death%2, come,
050.00B.018  He doth not digge a %1Grave%2, but build a %1Tombe%2.
050.00B.019  Here dwels he, though he sojourne ev'ry where,
050.00B.020  In %1Progresse%2, yet his standing house is here.
050.00B.021  Here, where still %1Evening%2 is, not %1noone%2, nor %1night%2;
050.00B.022  Where no %1voluptuousnesse%2, yet all %1delight%2. [CW:In]
050.00B.023  In all her words, unto all hearers fit, [p.85]
050.00B.024  You may at %1Revels%2, you at %1counsaile%2, sit.
050.00B.025  This is loves timber, youth his under-wood;
050.00B.026  There he, as wine in %1Iune%2, enrages blood,
050.00B.027  Which then comes seasonablest, when our taste
050.00B.028  And appetite to other things, is past.
050.00B.029  %1Xerxes%2 strange %1Lydian%2 love, the %1Platane%2 tree,
050.00B.030  Was lov'd for age, none being so old as shee,
050.00B.031  Or else because, being young, nature did blesse
050.00B.032  Her youth with ages glory, %1Barrennesse%2.
050.00B.033  If we love things long sought, %1Age%2 is a thing
050.00B.034  Which we are fifty yeares in compassing.
050.00B.035  If transitory things, which soone decay,
050.00B.036  %1Age%2 must bee loveliest at the latest day.
050.00B.037  But name not %1Winter-faces%2, whose skin's slack;
050.00B.038  Lanke, as an unthrifts purse; but a fooles sacke;
050.00B.039  Whose eyes seeke light within, for all here's shade;
050.00B.040  Whose %1mouthes%2 are holes, rather worne out, then /(made
050.00B.041  Whose every tooth to a severall place is gone,
050.00B.042  To vexe their soules at %1Resurrection%2,
050.00B.043  Name not these living %1Death-heads%2 unto me,
050.00B.044  For these, not %1Ancients%2, but %1Antiques%2 be.[~; (TxAM)]
050.00B.045  I hate extreames; yet I had rather stay
050.00B.046  With %1Tombes%2 then %1Cradles%2, to weare out a day.
050.00B.047  Since such loves natural station is, may still
050.00B.048  My love descend, and journey downe the hill,
050.00B.049  Not panting after growing beauties, so,
050.00B.050  I shall ebbe on with them, who homeward goe. [CW:E%9leg%0.]
050.00B.0SSom
050.00B.0$$  %1Even ll. ind 2 sp; no st breaks%2