IDENTILIN$$  F050WN1  Dolau Cothi ms. 6748\pp.19-21\EWS/o/7-15-85\P:TJS\mf\C:JSC
050.WN1.0HE  %XElegie /%XThe Autumnall.
050.WN1.001  Noe Springe nor Summer beautie, hath such grace
050.WN1.002  As I haue seene, in one Autumnall face
050.WN1.003  Younge beauties force our loue, And thats a Rape
050.WN1.004  This doth but counsaile, yet you cannot scape:
050.WN1.005  If twere a shame to loue, here twere no shame, 
050.WN1.006  Affections here take Reuerences name; 
050.WN1.007  Were her first yeares the Golden Age; thats true
050.WN1.008  But now they are gold oft tried, and ever new:
050.WN1.009  That was her torrid, and enflaminge time
050.WN1.010  This is her tollerable Tropique clyme:
050.WN1.011  Faire Eyes who asks more heate, then comes from hence, 
050.WN1.012  Hee in a feuer wishes Pestilence; 
050.WN1.013  Call not these wrinckles Graues, if graues they were               
050.WN1.014  They were loues, Graues, or els hee is no where; [CW:yett]
050.WN1.015  Yet lies not Loue dead here, but here doth sitt, [20]
050.WN1.016  Vowd to this trench, like an Anachoritt.            
050.WN1.017  And here till hers, which mvst bee his death, come, 
050.WN1.018  Hee doth not dig a graue, but build a Tomb;       
050.WN1.019  Heere dwells hee, though hee soiourne every where
050.WN1.020  In Progress. Yet his standing house is heere;       
050.WN1.021  Here where still Eveninge is. not Noone, nor Night
050.WN1.022  Where noe Voluptuousnes, yet all delight:
050.WN1.023  In all her words vnto all hearers fitt
050.WN1.024  Yow may at Revells, you at Counsaile, sitt;
050.WN1.025  This is Loues timber, Youth his Vnderwood.
050.WN1.026  There bee hee as wine in Iune enrages blood
050.WN1.027  Which then comes seasonablest, when our tast 
050.WN1.028  And appetite to other things is past, 
050.WN1.029  Xerxes strange Lydean loue, the Platane tree
050.WN1.030  Was loud for age, none beinge so large as shee
050.WN1.031  Or els because beinge younge; Nature did blesse
050.WN1.032  Her youth with ages glorie Barrenesse; 
050.WN1.033  If wee loue thinges longe sought, Age is a thinge, 
050.WN1.034  Which wee are fiftie yeares in compassinge, 
050.WN1.035  If transitorie thinges which soone decaie, 
050.WN1.036  Age mvst bee loueliest, at the latest daie; 
050.WN1.037  But name not Winter faces, Whose skins slacke, 
050.WN1.038  Lanck as an vnthrifts purse; But a Soules sacke
050.WN1.039  Whose Eyes seeke light with in, for all here's shade; 
050.WN1.040  Whose mouthes are holes, rather worne out then made, 
050.WN1.041  Whose every tooth to a seuerall place is gone, 
050.WN1.042  To vexe their Soules att Resurrection; [CW:om]
050.WN1.043  Name out these liuinge deaths-heads vnto mee, [21]
050.WN1.044  For thes not ancient.  But antiques bee. 
050.WN1.045  I hate extreames, yet I had rather staie
050.WN1.046  With tombs, then cradles to weare out a daie
050.WN1.047  Since such loues naturall lation is, may still
050.WN1.048  My loue descend, and iourney downe the hill, 
050.WN1.049  Not pantinge after growinge beauties, so
050.WN1.050  I shall ebb out with them, who homeward goe
050.WN1.0SS  [om]
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