In our two loues there is but one respect,
Though in our liues a feperable spight,
Which though it alter not loues fole effect,
Yet doth it steale sweete houres from loues delight,
I may not euer-more acknowledge thee,
Least my bewailed guilt should do thee shame,
Nor thou with publike kindnesse honour me,
Vnleffe thou take that honour from thy name:
But doe not fo, I loue thee in such fort,
As thou being mine, mine is thy good report.
S a decrepit father takes delight,
To see his actiue childe do deeds of youth,
So I, made lame by fortunes dearest spight
Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth.
For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit,
Or
any of thefe all, or all, or more
Intitled in their parts, do crowned fit,
I make my loue ingrafted to this store:
So then I am not lame, poore, nor difpif'd,
Whilst that this shadow doth fuch substance giue,
That I in thy abundance am fuffic'd,
And by a part of all thy glory liue:
Looke what is beft, that beft I wish in thee,
This with I haue, then ten times happy me.
OW can my mufe want fubiect to inuent
While thou doft breath that poor'st into my verse, Thine owne sweete argument, to excellent,
For euery vulgar paper to rehearse :
Oh giue thyfelfe the thankes if ought in me,
Worthy perufal stand against thy fight,
For who's fo dumbe that cannot write to thee,
When thou thy felfe doft giue inuention light?
Be thou the tenth mufe, ten times more in worth
Then thofe old nine which rimers inuocate,
And he that calls on thee, let him bring forth.
Eternal numbers to out-liue long date.
If my flight mufe doe please these curious daies,
The paine be mine, but thine fhal be the praife.
OH how thy worth with manners may I finge,
When thou art all the better part of me?
What can mine owne praise to mine owne felfe bring;
And what i'st but mine owne when I praise thee,
Euen for this, let vs deuided liue,
And our deare loue loose name of fingle one,
That by this feperation I may giue:
That due to thee which thou deferu'ft alone:
Oh abfence what a torment wouldst thou proue,
Were it not thy foure leifure gaue fweet leaue,
To entertaine the time with thoughts of loue,
Which time and thoughts fo fweetly doft deceiue.
And that thou teachest how to make one twaine,
By praising him here who doth hence remaine.
AKE all my loues, my loue, yea take them all,
What haft thou then more then thou hadst before?
No loue, my loue, that thou maift true loue call,
All mine was thine, before thou hadft this more:
Then if for my loue, thou my loue receiuest,
I cannot blame thee, for my loue thou vsest,
But yet be blam'd, if thou this felfe deceaueft,
By wilfull taste of what thy felfe refusest.
I doe forgiue thy robb'rie gentle theefe
Although thou steale thee all my pouerty
And yet loue knowes it is a greater griefe
To beare loues wrong, then hates knowne iniury.
Lafciuious grace, in whom all il wel showes,
Kill me with spights yet we must not be foes.
THOSE pretty wrongs that liberty commits,
When I am fome-time absent from thy heart,
Thy beautie, and thy yeares full well befits,
For ftill temptation followes where thou art.
Gentle thou art, and therefore to be wonne,
Beautious thou art, therefore to be affailed.
And when a woman woes, what womans fonne,
Will fourely leaue her till he haue preuailed.
Aye me, but yet thou mighft my feate forbeare,
And chide thy beauty, and thy straying youth,
Who lead thee in their ryot euen there
Where thou art forft to breake a two-fold truth:
Hers by thy beauty tempting her to thee,
Thine by thy beautie beeing falfe to me.
HAT thou haft her it is not all my griefe,.
And yet it may be faid, I lou'd her deerely,
That she hath thee is of my wayling cheefe,
A loffe in loue that touches me more neerely.
Louing offendors thus I will excufe yee,
Thou dooft loue her, because thou knowft I loue her,
And for my fake euen fo doth the abuse me,
Suffring my friend for my fake to approoue her,
If I loose thee, my loffe is my loues gaine,
And loofing her, my friend hath found that loffe,
Both finde each other, and I loose both twaine,
And both for my fake lay on me this crosse,
But here's the ioy, my friend and I are one,
Sweete flattery, then fhe loues but me alone.
WHEN moft I winke then doe mine eyes best see,
For all the day they view things varefpected,
But when I fleepe, in dreames they looke on thee,
And darkely bright, are bright in darke directed.
Then thou whofe fhaddow fhaddowes doth make bright,
How would thy fhadowes forme, forme happy fhow,
To the cleere day with thy much cleerer light,
When to vn-feeing eyes thy fhade shines fo?
How would (I fay) mine eyes be blessed made,
By looking on thee in the liuing day?
When in dead night their faire imperfect shade,
Through heauy fleepe on fightleffe eyes doth stay?
All dayes are nights to fee till I fee thee,
And nights bright daies when dreams do fhew thee me,
F the dull fubftance of my fleth were thought,
Iniurious distance fhould not ftop my way,
For then difpight of fpace I would be brought,
From limits farre remote, where thou dooft stay,
No matter then although my foote did ftand
Vpon the fartheft earth remoou'd from thee,
For nimble thought can iumpe both fea and land,
As foone as thinke the place where he would be.
But ah, thought kills me that I am not thought
To leape large lengths of miles when thou art gone,
But that fo much of earth and water wrought,
I must attend, times leafure with my mone.
Receiuing naughts by elements fo floe,
But heauie teares, badges of eithers woe.
THE
HE other two, flight ayre, and purging fire,.
Are both with thee, where euer I abide,
The first my thought, the other my defire,
Thele prefent absent with swift motion slide,
For when these quicker elements are gone
In tender embaffie of loue to thee,
My life being made of foure, with two alone,
Sinkes downe to death, oppreft with melancholie.
Vntill liues compofition be recured,
By thofe fwift meffengers return'd from thee,
Who euen but now come back againe assured,
Of their faire health, recounting it to me.
This told, I ioy, but then no longer glad,
I fend them back againe and straight grow fad.
MINE eye and heart are at a mortall warre,
How to deuide the conqueft of thy fight,
Mine eye, my heart their pictures fight would barre,
My heart, mine eye the freedome of that right,
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