IDENTILIN$$ F050B07 BL Add. 18647 (ff. 6v-7v)/ TJS/mf/4-2-91/cor GAS/o/7-11-92 050.B07.0HE %1Elegie%2 050.B07.001 No Springe nor Som%Mer beauty hath such grace 050.B07.002 As I have seene in one Autumnall face, 050.B07.003 Younge beauties force, yo%5r%6 love, and thats a Rape 050.B07.004 This doth but Councell yet yo%5u%6 cannot scape| [CW:If.] 050.B07.005 If T'were a shame to love here t'were noe shame [f.7r 050.B07.006 Affection here takes reverences name, 050.B07.007 Were her first yeares the goulden age? thats true: 050.B07.008 But now shees gould halfe try'd, and never newe 050.B07.009 That was her Torrid, and inflaminge tyme, 050.B07.010 This is her habitable Tropique Clyme, 050.B07.011 ffaire eyes who askes more heate then comes from hence 050.B07.012 He in a feaver wishes pestilence, 050.B07.013 Call not those wrindes graves; if graves they were, 050.B07.014 They were loves graves; for else he is no where, 050.B07.015 Yet lies not love dead here, but here doth sitt, 050.B07.016 Vowed to this trench, like an Anchoritt. 050.B07.017 And here, till her, w%5ch%6 must be his, death come 050.B07.018 He doth not digge a grave but build a Tombe, 050.B07.019 Here dwells hee, though he soiourne every where 050.B07.020 In Progress yet his standinge house is here, 050.B07.021 Heere, where still Eveninge is, not Noone, nor night, 050.B07.022 Where no voluptuousness yet all delight 050.B07.023 In all her wordes, vnto all heareres fitt 050.B07.024 Yo%5u%6 maye at Revells, yo%5u%6 at Councell sitt 050.B07.025 This is loves Tymber, youth her vnderwood, 050.B07.026 There he as wine in Iune enrages bloudd 050.B07.027 W%5ch%6 then comes seasonablest, when our tast 050.B07.028 And appetite to other thinges is past 050.B07.029 Zerzes strange Lidian love, the Phatane tree, 050.B07.030 Was lou'd for age, none beinge so lardge as shee 050.B07.031 Or else because, being yonge, Nature did blesse 050.B07.032 Her youth w%5th%6 ages glory, Barrennesse 050.B07.033 If wee love thinges longe sought, age is a thinge 050.B07.034 W%5ch%6 wee and ffifty yeares in Compassinge, 050.B07.035 If transitory thinges w%5ch%6 soone decaye 050.B07.036 Age must be loveliest, at the latest daye, [CW:But] 050.B07.037 But name not winter-faces, whose skinns slack [f.7v 050.B07.038 Lanck, as vnthriftes purse; but a soules sack 050.B07.039 Whose eyes seeke light w%5th%6in, for all heere is shade 050.B07.040 Whose mouthes are holes, rather worne out then made| 050.B07.041 Whose every toothe to a severall place is gone 050.B07.042 To vexe their soules at Resurrection 050.B07.043 Name not those livinge deathes heads vnto mee 050.B07.044 ffor these not auncyent, but antiques bee 050.B07.045 I hate extreames yet I had rather staye, 050.B07.046 W%5th%6 Tombs, then Cradles to weare out a daye 050.B07.047 Since such loves naturall=lation is *******#may still 050.B07.048 My love descend and Iorny downe the Hill, 050.B07.049 Not pantinge after growinge beauties, soe 050.B07.050 I shall ebb on w%5th%6 them who homeward goe| 050.B07.0SS ffinis 050.B07.0$$ %1no ind%2