CIX. O, never say that I was false of heart, Though abfence feem'd my flame to qualify. As easy might I from myself depart As from my foul, which in thy breast doth lie: Just to the time, not with the time exchanged, CX. Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and there, Gored mine own thoughts, fold cheap what is most Moft true it is that I have look'd on truth [dear, Afkance and ftrangely; but, by all above, These blenches gave my heart another youth, A god in love, to whom I am confined. Then give me welcome, next my heaven the best, Even to thy pure and most most loving breast. CXI. O, for my fake do you with Fortune chide, Than public means which public manners breeds. To what it works in, like the dyer's hand: Pity me then, dear friend, and I affure ye H CXII. Your love and pity doth the impression fill So you o'er-green my bad, my good allow ? To know my shames and praises from your tongue; That my fteel'd sense or changes right or wrong. Of others' voices, that my adder's sense You are so strongly in my purpose bred That all the world befides methinks they 're dead. CXIII. Since I left you mine eye is in my mind, For it no form delivers to the heart Of bird, of flower, or shape, which it doth latch : Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch; The most sweet favour or deformed'ft creature, The crow or dove, it shapes them to your feature: My most true mind thus maketh mine untrue. |