IDENTILIN$$  File F050C04  Hyde MS\f.6r-v\GL\P:GAS\o\8-11-92\C:JSC
050.C04.0HE  Vpon an old handsome lady.
050.C04.001  [LM:X]Noe spring nor summer beauty hath such grace
050.C04.002  As I haue seene in an Autumnalls face.
050.C04.003  Young beauties force your loue, and that a rape,
050.C04.004  This doth but counsaile, yet you cannot scape.
050.C04.005  If twere a shame to loue, here t'were noe shame,
050.C04.006  Affection here takes reuerence his name.
050.C04.007  Were her first years the golden age?  that true,
050.C04.008  But now shees gold oft tried, but neuer new.
050.C04.009  That was her torrid, and in flaming time,
050.C04.010  This is her hospitable Tropicke clime:
050.C04.011  ffaire eyes, who askes more heate then comes from hence
050.C04.012  Hee in a feauer wisheth pestilence.
050.C04.013  Call now those wrincles graues, if graues they were
050.C04.014  They were loues graues, for else he is noe where.
050.C04.015  Yet lies not love dead heere, but here doth sit
050.C04.016  vowd to his trench like an old anchorite
050.C04.017  and here, till her, which must be his, doth come,
050.C04.018  He doth not dig a graue, but build a tombe,
050.C04.019  Here dwells he, though he soiurne any where
050.C04.020  In progresse, yet his standing house is here,
050.C04.021  Here, where still euening is, not noone, nor night,
050.C04.022  Wheres noe voluptuousnesse, yet all delight,
050.C04.023  In all her words vnto her hearers fit,
050.C04.024  You may at reuels, shee, at counsaile sit.
050.C04.025  This is loues timber, youth her vnderwood,
050.C04.026  Where he as wine in Iune enrages blood,
050.C04.027  Which then come sesonablest, when our tast
050.C04.028  And appetite to other things is past.
050.C04.029  Circes strange Lydian love the Platan tree,
050.C04.030  Was loud for age, now being soe large as shee,
050.C04.031  Or by cause being young nature did blesse
050.C04.032  Her youth with ages glorie barrennesse.
050.C04.033  If wee loue things long sought, age is a thing,
050.C04.034  Which wee are fifty yeares in compassing.
050.C04.035  If transitorie things which soone decay,
050.C04.036  Age must bee lowest at the latest day.
050.C04.037  But name not winter faces, whose skins slacke
050.C04.038  Lankt as an vntrifts purse, but a soules sack
050.C04.039  Whose eyes seeke light within, for all heeres shade
050.C04.040  Whose mouth are holes, rather worne out, then made. [CW:om]
050.C04.041  Whose euery tooth to a seuerall graue is gone [f.6v]
050.C04.042  To vex their soules at the resurrection.
050.C04.043  Name not these liuing deaths heads vnto me,
050.C04.044  ffor thess not auncient, but antiques be.
050.C04.045  I hate extreames, yet I had rather stay
050.C04.046  With tombs, then cradles to weare out a Day.|
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