IDENTILIN$$ F05000F 1654, Harvard, pp.80-82\EWS\mf\4-27-85\P&C:JSC\mf[CSmH,CtY]\10-26-95 050.00F.0HE %XE%9leg%0. IX. /%X%1The Autumnall%2. 050.00F.001 N%+O %1Spring%2, nor %1Sum%Mers%2 Beauty hath such grace, 050.00F.002 As I have seen in one %1Autumnall%2 face, 050.00F.003 Young %1Beauties%2 force your love, and that's a %1Rape%2, 050.00F.004 This doth but %1counsaile%2, yet you cannot scape. 050.00F.005 If 'twere a %1shame%2 to love, here 'twere no %1shame%2: 050.00F.006 %1Affections%2 here take %1Reverences%2 name. 050.00F.007 Were her first years the %1Golden Age%2; That's true, 050.00F.008 But now she's %1gold%2 oft tryed, and ever new. 050.00F.009 That was her torrid and inflaming time, 050.00F.010 This is her habitable %1Tropique clime%2. 050.00F.011 Faire eyes, who askes more heat than comes from /(hence, 050.00F.012 He in a feaver wishes pestilence. 050.00F.013 Call not these wrincles, %1graves%2: If %1graves%2 they were 050.00F.014 They were %1Loves graves%2: or else he is no where. 050.00F.015 Yet lies not Love %1dead%2 here, but here doth sit 050.00F.016 Vow'd to this trench, like an %1Anachorit%2. [CW:And] 050.00F.017 And here, till hers, which must be his %1death%2, come, [p.81] 050.00F.018 He doth not digge a %1Grave%2, but build a %1Tombe%2. 050.00F.019 Here dwels he, though he sojourne ev'ry where, 050.00F.020 In %1Progresse%2, yet his standing house is here. 050.00F.021 Here, where still %1Evening%2 is, not %1noone%2, nor %1night%2; 050.00F.022 Where no %1voluptuousnesse%2, yet all %1delight%2. 050.00F.023 In all her words, unto all hearers fit, 050.00F.024 You may at %1Revels%2, you at %1counsaile%2, sit. 050.00F.025 This is loves timber; youth his under-wood; 050.00F.026 There he as wine in %1Iune%2, enrages blood, 050.00F.027 Which then comes seasonablest, when our tast 050.00F.028 And appetite to other things, is past. 050.00F.029 %1Xerxes%2 strange %1Lydian%2 love, the %1Platane%2 tree, 050.00F.030 Was lov'd for age, none being so old as shee, 050.00F.031 Or else because, being young, nature did blesse 050.00F.032 Her youth with ages glory, %1Barrennesse%2. 050.00F.033 If we love things long sought, %1Age%2 is a thing 050.00F.034 Which we are fifty yeares in compassing. 050.00F.035 If transitory things which soone decay, 050.00F.036 %1Age%2 must be loveliest at the latest day. 050.00F.037 But name not %1Winter-faces%2, whose skin's slack, 050.00F.038 Lanke, as an unthrifts purse; but a fooles sack; 050.00F.039 Whose eyes seeke light within, for all here's shade; 050.00F.040 Whose %1mouthes%2 are holes, rather worne out, than /(made 050.00F.041 Whose every tooth to a severall place is gone 050.00F.042 To vexe their soules at %1Resurrection%2, 050.00F.043 Name not these living %1Death-heads%2 unto me, 050.00F.044 For these, not %1Ancients%2, but %1Antiques%2 be: 050.00F.045 I hate extreames: yet I had rather stay 050.00F.046 With %1Tombes%2 than %1Cradles%2, to weare out a day, 050.00F.047 Since such loves naturall station is, may still 050.00F.048 My love descend, and journey down the hill, [CW:Not] 050.00F.049 Not panting after growing beauties, so, [p.82] 050.00F.050 I shall ebbe on with them, who homeward goe. 050.00F.0SSom 050.00F.0$$ %1Even ll. ind 2 sp; no st breaks%2