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050.WN3.HE1 >>Elegy IX<<
050.WN3.001 No spring, nor sum%Ter beauty hath such grace
050.WN3.002 As I haue seene in one Autumnall face:
050.WN3.003 Yong beautyes force your loue, & that's a rape, 
050.WN3.004 This doth but counsaile, yet you can%Tot scape:
050.WN3.005 Yf tw'ere a shame to loue here twere no shame
050.WN3.006 Affection here takes reuerences name.
050.WN3.007 Were her first yeeres the golden age, that's trew
050.WN3.008 But now sh' is gold oft tri'd, & euer new:
050.WN3.009 That was her torrid, & enflaming time
050.WN3.010 This is her habitable tropique clime.
050.WN3.011 Faire eyes, who askes more heat, then comes fro%T \hence
050.WN3.012 He in a feauer wishes pestilence.
050.WN3.013 Call not those wrinkles graues, yf graues they were
050.WN3.014 They were loues graues, for els he is no where.
050.WN3.015 Yet lyeth not loue dead, here he doth sit
050.WN3.016 Vow'd to his trench, like an Anchorite:
050.WN3.017 And here till hers, w%5ch%6 must be his death, come
050.WN3.018 He doth not digg a graue but build a tombe.
050.WN3.019 Here dwels he, though he soiourns euery where
050.WN3.020 In progress, yet his standing howse is here:
050.WN3.021 Here where still euening is, not noone or night,
050.WN3.022 Where no uoluptuousnes yet all delight:
050.WN3.023 In all her words, unto all hearers fit,
050.WN3.024 You may at reuels, you at councell sit:
050.WN3.025 This is loues timber, youth her underwood,
050.WN3.026 There he as wine in Iune enrages blood:
050.WN3.027 W%5ch%6 then comes seasonablest, when our tast
050.WN3.028 And appetite to other things is past
050.WN3.029 Zerxes strange Lydian loue, the Platane tree
050.WN3.030 Was lou'd for age, none being so large as she:
050.WN3.031 Or els because being yong, nature did bless
050.WN3.032 Her youth w%5th%6 ages glory barrenness:
050.WN3.033 Yf we loue things long sought, age is a thing
050.WN3.034 W%5ch%6 we are fifty yeares in compassing:
050.WN3.035 Yf transitory things, w%5ch%6 soone decay,
050.WN3.036 Age must be loueliest at the latest day.
050.WN3.037 But name not winter-faces, whose skinns slack
050.WN3.038 Lanke as an unthrifts purse, but a soules sack:
050.WN3.039 Whose eyes seeke light within, for all here is shade
050.WN3.040 Whose mouths are holes rather worne out then made
050.WN3.041 Whose euery >tooth< to a funerall place is gone,
050.WN3.042 To uexe their soules at resurrection:
050.WN3.043 Name not these liuing deaths-heads unto me 
050.WN3.044 For these not antient, but antiques be:
050.WN3.045 I hate extremes, yet I had rather stay,
050.WN3.046 W%5th%6 tombes, then cradles to weare out a day:
050.WN3.047 Since such loues naturall lation is, may still
050.WN3.048 My loue descend, & iourney downe the hill
050.WN3.049 Not panting after growing beautyes, so
050.WN3.050 I shall ebb on with those, w%5ch%6 home-ward goe.|
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050.WN3.0$$ %1HE non scribal, in pencil; poem in double columns on page; final couplet 
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