114 SONGS AND SONNETS NIHIL NOVI, NIHIL INAUDITI F there be nothing new, but that which is Hath been before, how are our brains be guiled, Which, labouring for invention, bear amiss The second burden of a former child! O, that record could with a backward look, That I might see what the old world could say To this composéd wonder of your frame; Whether we are mended, or whether better they, Or whether revolution be the same. O, sure I am, the wits of former days To subjects worse have given admiring praise. OF SHAKESPEARE 115 REVOLUTIONS LIKE as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before In sequent toil all forwards do contend. Nativity, once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand ALAS S it thy will thy image should keep open Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken, Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee O, no! thy love, though much, is not so great : To play the watchman ever for thy sake : For thee watch I whilst thou dost wake else where, From me far off, with others all too near. OF SHAKESPEARE A LESSON SIN of self-love possesseth all mine eye And all my soul and all my every part; And for this sin there is no remedy, Methinks no face so gracious is as mine, But when my glass shows me myself indeed, 'Tis thee, myself, that for myself I praise, Painting my age with beauty of thy days. 117 A PROTEST AGAINST my Love shall be, as I am now, With Time's injurious hand crush'd and o'erworn; When hours have drain'd his blood and fill'd his brow With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn Hath travell'd on to age's steepy night, And all those beauties whereof now he's king For such a time do I now fortify My sweet Love's beauty, though my lover's life. His beauty shall in these black lines be seen, And they shall live, and he in them still green. |