IDENTILIN$$ X050H07/Harvard Eng 966.6/ff 93-4v/M:TJS/mf/9-30-91/P:TLP/o/5-12-92/C:JSC
050.H07.0HE |.%JElegia Vicessima Qvarta%K.| /|.%JA Paradox of an ould Woman%K.|
050.H07.001 No Springs, or some%5r%6 Bewty hath suc%Ah gra%Ac%Ae
050.H07.002 As I ha%Ave seene in an Autumna%All fac%Ae
050.H07.003 Yonge Bewtyes force o%5r%6 Loue; & that's a rap%Ae
050.H07.004 This doth but Counsaile, and yo%5w%6 can%Aot scap%Ae.
050.H07.005 It[var.>>If<<] were a sham%Ae to Love, here 'twere no shame
050.H07.006 Affec%Atyon here ta%Akes Reverenc%Aes Na%Ame.
050.H07.007 Were her first year%As y%5e%6 Golden Age? Thats tru*[trimmed]
050.H07.008 But now shes' Gold oft tryde, and eve%5r%6 Newe. [CW:.That.]
050.H07.009 That was%A her Torryd an%Ad Inflaming tyme [93v]
050.H07.010 This is her Tolerable Tropique tyme->>Clyme<.
050.H07.011 ffaire Eies? who Asks more hea%At then comes \(from hence
050.H07.012 He in a Fever wisheth Pestilenc%Ae?
050.H07.013 Call not these wrinckles Grav%Aes, if Graues y.%5ei%6 were
050.H07.014 They were Loves Graves, for els his->>he< is no where.
050.H07.015 Yet lyes not Loue dea%Ad here, but heere doth sitt
050.H07.016 Vow'd to this Trench like an%A Anchorytt.
050.H07.017 And here till hers (w%5ch%6 must be his) death c%Aomes
050.H07.018 He doth not Dygg a%A Grav%Ae, but buyld a Tombe.
050.H07.019 Heere dwels he, though he sojourns eu%5r%6y where
050.H07.020 In Progresse: yet his standinge Howse is heere.
050.H07.021 Heere still Eveninge is, nor Moone nor Night
050.H07.022 Where's no voluptuosenes, yet a%All delight.
050.H07.023 In a%All her words vnto all heare%5rs%6 fytt
050.H07.024 Yo%5w%6 may at Revels, you may%A at Councell sytt
050.H07.025 This is Loves Tymber you%5th%6, his vnderwod
050.H07.026 There, he a%As Wyne in Iune, enra%Ages Blood
050.H07.027 W%5ch%6 then c%Aome seasona%Ablest, when o%5r%6 tas%Ate
050.H07.028 And Appetyte, to other things is past.| [CW:.Xerxes.]
050.H07.029 Xerxes strange Lydian%A loue, The Platan%A tree [94r]
050.H07.030 was Lov'd for Age, none beinge so old as shee.
050.H07.031 Or els bec%Aause beinge yonge Nature did blesse
050.H07.032 Her yowth w%5th%6 Ages Glory Barrennesse.
050.H07.033 If we loue things longe sought for: Age is a thing
050.H07.034 w%5ch%6 we are fiftye years in Compassinge.
050.H07.035 If transitorie things w%5c%Ah%6 soone deca%Ay%A
050.H07.036 Age must be Loveliest at the*->>the< Latest day.
050.H07.037 But na%Ame not Wynte%5r%6-Fac%Aes whose skynn slac%Ake
050.H07.038 %JLooke%K[Mvar.>>Lank<<] like an vnthrifts Purse, but a%A sowles sac%Ake
050.H07.039 Whose Eyes seeke light w%5th%6in, for all heer's shade
050.H07.040 Whose mouths are holes rathe%5r%6 worne out, then ma%Ade
050.H07.041 Whose eu%5r%6y Tooth to A severa%All pla%Ace%A is gone
050.H07.042 To vex their Sowles at the Resurrec%Atyonn.
050.H07.043 Nam%Ae not the Living Deaths hea%Ads vnto mee
050.H07.044 ffor these not Aunc%Ayents but Antiques bee
050.H07.045 I hate Extreams yet I had rather stay
050.H07.046 W%5th%6 Tombes then Cradles to weare out a%A da%Ay.
050.H07.047 Sinc%Ae such lov'es Natura%Alla%Atyon is; may still
050.H07.048 my Love descend, and Iorney downe the hyll
050.H07.049 Not pantinge a%Afte%5r%6 Growinge bewtyes: Soe
050.H07.050 I shall ebb on w%5th%6 them who homwards goe.
050.H07.0SS [3 scribal flourishes] finiss
050.H07.0$$ %1no ind;%2 (Ch.i.117) %1penciled in LM at HE2--> the poem preceding this, #140, has left of the HE in the same second hand%2 (Car.ms.96)/(Ch.ii.20)