IDENTILIN$$ F050B30 Harley 4064/ ff. 271-272/ GL/cor GAS/o/7-18-92 050.B30.0HE Eligy Autumnall.| 050.B30.001 No Spring, nor Summer bewty hath such grace 050.B30.002 As I haue seene in One Autumnall face. 050.B30.003 Young bewtyes force yo%5r%6 loue, and that's a rape, 050.B30.004 This doth but Councell yett you cannot scape. 050.B30.005 If 'tweare a shame to loue here 'twere noe shame, 050.B30.006 Affection here take reuerences name. 050.B30.007 Were her firste yeres the golden age? thats true 050.B30.008 But now she'es gould oft tryed and euer newe. [CW:That was] 050.B30.009 That was her torrid and inflaming tyme, [f.271v 050.B30.010 This is her tollerable Tropique Clyme. 050.B30.011 ffayre Eies, who askes more heate then com's from %^\%5hench%6 050.B30.012 He in a feuer wishes Pestilence. 050.B30.013 Call not theis wrinckles graues; If graues %^\%5(they were%6 050.B30.014 They were loues graues, for else he is no where. 050.B30.015 Yett lyes not loue dead here, but here doth sitt 050.B30.016 Vowed to this trench, like an Anachoritt. 050.B30.050 And here till hers, w%5ch%6 must be his death, Come, 050.B30.018 He doth not digg a graue, but build a tombe. 050.B30.019 Here dwells he doth he soiournes eu%5er%6y where 050.B30.020 In Progresse, yett his standing howse is here 050.B30.021 Here, where still Euening is, not noone, nor night, 050.B30.022 Where no volptuousnes, yett all Delight. 050.B30.023 In all her wordes vnto all hears is fitt 050.B30.024 You may at Reuells, yo%5u%6 at Councell sitt. 050.B30.025 This is loues Tymber youth, his vnderwood; 050.B30.026 There hee, as wyne in Iune, enrages blood 050.B30.027 Which then comes seasonablyest, when o%5r%6 tast 050.B30.028 And Appetite to other thinges is past. 050.B30.029 Xerxes strange Lydian loue, the Platane tree 050.B30.030 was lou'd for age, none being so lardg as shee. 050.B30.031 Or els because being young nature did blisse 050.B30.032 Her youth w%5t%6h ages glory, Barrennesse 050.B30.033 If we loue thinges long=sought, Age is a thinge 050.B30.034 W%5ch%6 wee are fourty yeres in Compassinge [CW:If] 050.B30.035 If Transitory thinges w%5ch%6 soone decay, [f.272 050.B30.036 Age must be loulyest at the latest day. 050.B30.037 But name not winter faces, whose skinn slacke, 050.B30.038 Lancke, as an vnthrifty Purse, But a soule sacke 050.B30.039 Whose eyes seeke light w%5t%6hin, for all heer ys shade 050.B30.040 Whose mouthes are holes rather worne out then mad[%1missing%2] 050.B30.041 Whose eu%5er%6y tooth to'a seu%5er%6all place is gonn 050.B30.042 To %#%#%#%#%# ther soules at Resurrection; 050.B30.043 Name not those living death shades vnto mee, 050.B30.044 ffor theis not Auncient but Antiquityes bee. 050.B30.045 I hate extreams; yett I had rather stay 050.B30.046 w%5th%6 tombes, then Cradles, to weare out a day. 050.B30.047 Since such loues naturall lation ys, may still 050.B30.048 My loue discend, and iourney downe the hill. 050.B30.049 Not paynting after growing bewtyes, soe 050.B30.050 I shall ebb on w%5t%6h them whom homewardes goe.| 050.B30.0SS >>ID<< 050.B30.0$$ %1no ind; SS opp. l. 2 in 2nd hand; l. 42 leaves space to fill in word; poem numbered%2 .59. %1in LM opp. l. 1; final /e/ at end of l. 40 either missing or never there in first place--GAS%2