IDENTILIN$$  F050B13  Add. 25707, f.22v. G.L.\P:GAS\mf\8-17-95\C:JSC
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050.B13.001  No springe nor sum%Mer bewty hath such grace
050.B13.002  As I haue seene in one autumnall face:
050.B13.003  Yonge bewtyes force y%5r%6 loue, & that's a rape
050.B13.004  This doth but counsell, yet yo%5w%6 cannot scape
050.B13.005  If't'were a shame to loue, here t'were no shame
050.B13.006  Affection here takes reuerences name
050.B13.007  were her first years the Golden age, that's trew
050.B13.008  But now she's gold oft tryed, & euer new
050.B13.009  That was her torrid & enflaminge time
050.B13.010  This is her habitable tropique clime.
050.B13.011  Fayre eyes, who askes more heate, then comes from hence
050.B13.012  He in a feuer wishes pestilence.
050.B13.013  Call not those wrincles graues, if graues they were
050.B13.014  They were loues graues, for >%Vhe< else is no where.
050.B13.015  Yet lyes not loue deade, here he doth sitt
050.B13.016  vow'd to his Trenche like an Anchoritt
050.B13.050  And heer till hers, w%5ch%6 must be his death come
050.B13.018  He doth not digge a Graue but build a Toombe
050.B13.019  Here dwells he, though he soiornes euery where
050.B13.020  in progresse, yet his standinge howse is heere.
050.B13.021  Heer where still eueninge is, not noone nor night
050.B13.022  where no voluptuousnes yet all delight
050.B13.023  In all her words vnto all hearers fitt
050.B13.024  yo%5w%6 may at reuells, you at councell sitt
050.B13.025  This is loues Timber, youth her vnderwood
050.B13.026  There he as wyne in Iune enrages bloode
050.B13.027  w%5ch%6 then comes seasonablest, when our tast
050.B13.028  And appetite to other thinges is past
050.B13.029  [blank#space] strange lydian loue, y%5e%6 platane tree
050.B13.030  wa*>%Vs< lou'd for age, none beinge so large as shee;
050.B13.031  or else because beinge yoonge, nature did blesse
050.B13.032  Her youth w%5th%6 ages glory, barrennesse.
050.B13.033  If we loue thinges longe sought, age is a thinge
050.B13.034  w%5ch%6 we are fifty yeares in Compassinge
050.B13.035  If Transitory thinges, w%5ch%6 soone decay
050.B13.036  Age must be louelyest at the latest day.
050.B13.037  But name not winter faces, whose skinnes slack
050.B13.038  lancke as an vnthrifts purse, but a soules sack%Ye%Z
050.B13.039  whose eyes seeke light within for all here is shade,
050.B13.040  whose mouths are hoales rather worne out then made
050.B13.041  whose euery tooth to a funerall place is gone
050.B13.042  To vexe their soule at resurrection:
050.B13.043  Name not these liuinge death's heads vnto me
050.B13.044  For these not antient, but antiques be:
050.B13.045  I hate extreames, yet I had rather stay
050.B13.046  w%5th%6 Toombes then Cradles to weare out a day:
050.B13.047  Since such loues naturall Lation is, may still
050.B13.048  my loue descend & io%Mrney downe the hill
050.B13.049  not pantinge after growinge bewtyes, so
050.B13.050  I shall ebb on w%5th%6 those w%5ch%6 homeward goe.|
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