XXXIV. Why didft thou promise such a beauteous day, 'Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break, To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face, For no man well of fuch a falve can speak That heals the wound and cures not the difgrace: To him that bears the strong offence's cross. And they are rich and ransom all ill deeds. XXXV. No more be grieved at that which thou hast done : And 'gainst myself a lawful plea commence : That I an acceffary needs must be To that sweet thief which fourly robs from me. XXXVI. Let me confefs that we two must be twain, So fhall those blots that do with me remain, Which, though it alter not love's sole effect, Yet doth it fteal fweet hours from love's delight. Left my bewailed guilt should do thee shame, Unless thou take that honour from thy name: But do not fo; I love thee in such sort As, thou being mine, mine is thy good report. XXXVII. As a decrepit father takes delight To fee his active child do deeds of youth, Or any of these all, or all, or more, Entitled in thy parts do crowned fit, I make my love engrafted to this store: So then I am not lame, poor, nor despised, ; Whilft that this shadow doth such substance give That I in thy abundance am sufficed And by a part of all thy glory live. Look, what is best, that best I wish in thee: This wish I have; then ten times happy me! XXXVIII. How can my Muse want subject to invent, O, give thyfelf the thanks, if aught in me For who's fo dumb that cannot write to thee, And he that calls on thee, let him bring forth If my flight Mufe do please these curious days, |