CXXIX.

The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action; and till action, luft

Is perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust;
Enjoy'd no fooner but despised straight;
Past reason hunted; and no fooner had,
Paft reason hated, as a swallow'd bait,
On purpose laid to make the taker mad :
Mad in purfuit, and in poffeffion fo;

Had, having, and in queft to have, extreme;
A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe;
Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.

[well

All this the world well knows; yet none knows

To fhun the heaven that leads men to this hell.

CXXX.

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the fun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red:
If fnow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no fuch roses see I in her cheeks;

And in fome perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That mufic hath a far more pleasing sound:
I grant I never faw a goddess go,

My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare

As

any

she belied with false compare.