That vfe is not forbidden vfery,
Which happies thofe that pay the willing lone;
That's for thy felfe to breed an other thee,
Or ten times happier be it ten for one,
Ten times thy felfe were happier then thou art,
If ten of thine ten times refigur'd thee,
Then what could death doe if thou should'ft depart,
Leauing thee liuing in posterity?
Be not felfe-wild for thou art much too faire,
To be deaths conqueft and make wormes thine heire.
LOE in the orient when the gracious light,
Lifts vp his burning head, each vnder eye
Doth homage to his new appearing fight,
Seruing with lookes his facred maiefty,
And hauing climb'd the steepe vp heauenly hill,
Refembling strong youth in his middle age,
Yet mortall lookes adore his beauty still,
Attending on his goulden pilgrimage:
But when from high-moft pich with wery car,
Like feeble age he reeleth from the day,
The eyes (fore dutious) now conuerted are
From his low tract and looke an other way:
So thou thy felfe out-going in thy noon:
Vnlok'd on dieft vnleffe thou get a fonne.
Vfick to heare, why hear'st thou mufick fadly,
Sweets with sweets warre not, ioy delights in ioy:
Why lou'st thou that which thou receauft not gladly,
Or else receau'st with pleasure thine annoy?
If the true concord of well tuned founds,
By vnions married do offend thine eare,
They do but fweetly chide thee, who confounds
In fingleneffe the parts that thou should'st beare:
Marke how one string sweet husband to an other,
Strikes each in each by mutuall ordering;
Refembling fier, and child, and happy mother,
Who all in one, one pleafing note do fing:
Whose speechleffe fong being many, seeming one,
Sings this to thee thou fingle wilt proue none.
S it for feare to wet a widdowes eye,
That thou confum'st thy felfe in single life?
Ah; if thou iffuleffe fhalt hap to die,
The world will waile thee like a makeleffe wife,
The world wil be thy widdow and ftill weepe,
That thou no forme of thee haft left behind,
When euery priuat widdow well may keepe,
By childrens eyes, her husbands shape in minde:
Looke what an vnthrift in the world doth spend
Shifts but his place, for still the world inioyes it
But beauties wafte hath in the world an end,
And kept vnvfde the vfer fo deftroyes it:
No loue toward others in that bofome fits
That on himfelfe fuch murdrous fhame commits.
FOR fhame deny that thou bear'st loue to any
Who for thy felfe art fo vnprouident
Graunt if thou wilt, thou art belou'd of many,
But that thou none lou'ft is most euident:
For thou art fo poffeft with murdrous hate,
That gainst thy felfe thou stickst not to confpire,
Seeking that beautious roofe to ruinate
Which to repaire fhould be thy chiefe defire:
O change thy thought, that I may change my minde,
Shall hate be fairer log'd then gentle loue?
Be as thy prefence is gracious and kind,
Or to thy felfe at least kind harted proue,
Make thee an other felfe for loue of me,
That beauty ftill may liue in thine or thee.
As faft as thou fhalt wane so fast thou grow'st,
In one of thine, from that which thou departeft,
And that fresh bloud which yongly thou bestow'ft,
Thou maist call thine, when thou from youth conuertest,
Herein liues wisdome, beauty, and increase,
Without this follie, age, and could decay,
If all were minded fo, the times fhould ceafe,
And threefcoore yeare would make the world away :
Let those whom nature hath not made for store,
Harfh, featureleffe, and rude, barrenly perrish,
Looke whom she best indow'd, fhe gaue the more;
Which bountious guift thou shouldst in bounty cherrish.
She caru'd thee for her feale, and ment thereby,
Thou shouldft print more, not let that coppy die.
WHEN I doe count the clock that tels the time,
And fee the braue day funck in hidious night,
When I behold the violet paft prime,
And fable curls or filuer'd ore with white:
When lofty trees I fee barren of leaues,
Which erst from heat did canopie the herd
And fommers greene all girded vp in sheaues
Borne on the beare with white and briftly beard:
Then of thy beauty do I question make
That thou among the waftes of time must goe,
Since sweets and beauties do them-felues forfake,
And die as faft as they fee others grow,
And nothing gainst times fieth can make defence
Saue breed to braue him, when he takes thee hence.
That you were your felfe, but loue you are
No longer yours, then you your felfe here liue,
Against this cumming end you should prepare,
And your sweet semblance to some other giue.
So fhould that beauty which you hold in lease
Find no determination, then you were
You felfe again after your felfes decease,
When your fweet iffue your fweet forme fhould beare.
Who lets so faire a house fall to decay,
Which husbandry in honour might vphold,
Against the stormy gufts of winters day
And barren rage of deaths eternall cold?
O none but vnthrifts, deare my loue you know,
You had a father, let your fon fay fo.
OT from the stars do I my iudgement plucke,
And yet me thinkes I haue aftronomy,
But not to tell of good, or euil lucke,
Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons quallity,
Nor can I fortune to breefe mynuits tell;
Pointing to each his thunder, raine and winde,
Or fay with princes if it fhal go wel,
By oft predict that I in heauen finde,
But from thine eies my knowledge I deriue,
And conftant ftars in them I read fuch art
As truth and beautie fhal together thriue
If from thy felfe, to store thou wouldst conuert ♪
Or else of thee this I prognofticate,
Thy end is truthes and beauties doome and date.
WHEN I confider euery thing that growes
Holds in perfection but a little moment.
That this huge stage prefenteth nought but showes
Whereon the ftars in fecret influence comment.
When I perceiue that men as plants increase,
Cheared and checkt euen by the selfe-same skie :
Vaunt in their youthfull fap, at height decrease,
And were their braue ftate out of
memory.
Then the conceit of this inconstant stay,
Sets you most rich in youth before my fight,
Where waftfull time debateth with decay
To change your day of youth to fullied night,
And all in war with time for loue of you
As he takes from you, I ingraft you new.
VT wherefore do not you a mightier waie
Make warre vppon this bloudie tirant time? And fortifie your felfe in your decay
With meanes more blessed then my barren rime?
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