And gilded honor shamefully misplast,
And maiden vertue rudely ftrumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgrac'd,
And strength by limping fway difabled,
And arte made tung tide by authoritie,
And folly (doctor-like) controuling skill,
And fimple-truth miscalde fimplicitie,
And captiue-good attending captaine ill.

Tyr'd with all these, from these would I be gone,
Saue that to dye, I leaue my loue alone.

LXVII.

H wherefore with infection fhould he liue,
And with his presence grace impietie,
That finne by him aduantage fhould atchiue,
And lace it felfe with his focietie?

Why fhould falfe painting immitate his cheeke,
And steale dead feeing of his liuing hew?
Why should poore beautie indirectly feeke,
Rofes of fhaddow, fince his rofe is true?
Why should he liue, now nature banckrout is,
Beggerd of blood to blush through liuely vaines,
For fhe hath no exchecker now but his,

And proud of many, liues vpon his gaines?

O him fhe ftores, to fhow what welth fhe had,
In daies long fince, before thefe last so bad.

LXVIII.

THUS is his checke the map of daies out-worne,

When beauty liu'd and dy'ed as flowers do now,

Before these bastard fignes of faire were borne,
Or durft inhabit on a liuing brow:

Before the goulden treffes of the dead,
The right of fepulchers, were fhorne away,
To liue a fcond life on fecond head,

Ere beauties dead fleece made another gay :
In him those holy antique howers are feene,
Without all ornament, it felfe and true,
Making no fummer of an others greene,
Robbing no ould to dreffe his beauty new,
And him as for a map doth nature store,
To fhew faulfe art what beauty was of yore.

THO

LXIX.

HOSE parts of thee that the worlds eye doth view,
Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend :
All toungs (the voice of foules) giue thee that end,
Vttring bare truth, euen fo as foes commend.

Their outward thus with outward praife is crownd,
But those fame toungs that giue thee fo thine owne,
In other accents doe this praife confound

By feeing farther then the eye hath showne.
They looke into the beauty of thy mind,

And that in gueffe they measure by thy deeds,"

Then churls their thoughts (although their eies were kind)
To thy faire flower ad the rancke fmell of weeds,

But why thy odor matcheth not thy show,
The folye is this, that thou doeft common grow.

LXX.

THAT thou art blam'd shall not be thy defect,

THAT

For flanders marke was euer yet the faire,

The ornament of beauty is fufpect,

A crow that flies in heauens fweetest ayre.

Sa

So thou be good, flander doth but approue,
Their worth the greater beeing woo'd of time,
For canker vice the fweetest buds doth loue,
And thou prefent'ft a pure vnftayined prime.
Thou hast past by the ambush of young daies,
Either not affayld, or victor beeing charg'd,
Yet this thy praife cannot be foe thy praise,
To tye vp enuy, euermore inlarged,

If fome fufpect of ill mafkt not thy show,

Then thou alone kingdomes of hearts shouldst owe.

LXXI.

TOE longer mourne for me when I am dead,

NOE

Then you

fhall heare the furly fullen bell

Giue warning to the world that I am fled

A

From this vile world with vildeft wormes to dwell:

Nay if you read this line, remember not,

The hand that writ it, for I loue you fo,

That I in your fweet thoughts would be forgot,
If thinking on me then fhould make you woe.
O if (I fay) you looke vpon this verse,
When I (perhaps) compounded am with clay,
Do not fo much as my poore name reherse;
But let your loue euen with my life decay.

Leaft the wife world fhould looke into your mone,
And mocke you with me after I am gon.

LXXII.

Leaft the world fhould tafke you to recite.
What merit liu'd in me that you fhould loue
After my death (deare lone) for get me quite,
For you in me can nothing worthy proue.

Valeffe

Vnlesse you would deuife fome vertuous lye,
To doe more for me then mine owne defert,
And hang more praife vpon deceased I,
Then nigard truth would willingly impart :
O least your true loue may feeme falce in this,
That you for loue fpeake well of me vntrue,
My name be buried where my body is,

And liue no more to shame nor me, nor you.
For I am fhamd by that which I bring forth,
And fo fhould you, to loue things nothing worth.

LXXIII.

THAT time of yeeare thou maist in me behold,
When yellow leaues, or none, or few doe hange
Vpon those boughes which shake against the could,
Bare rn'wd quiers, where late the fweet birds fang.
In me thou feeft the twi-light of fuch day,

As after fun-fet fadeth in the west,

Which by and by blacke night doth take away,
Deaths fecond felfe that feals vp all in reft.
In me thou feest the glowing of fuch fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lye,
As the death bed, whereon it must expire,
Confum'd with that which it was nurrifht by.

This thou perceu'ft, which makes thy loue moré strong,
To loue that well, which thou must leaue ere long.

LXXIV.

BVT be contented when that fell areft,

With out all bayle fhall carry me away,

My life hath in this line fome intereft,
Which for memoriall still with thee fhall ftay.

When

When thou reueweft this, thou doft reuew,
The very part was confecrate to thee,

The earth can haue but earth, which is his due,
My fpirit is thine the better part of me,`
So then thou haft but lost the dregs of life,
The pray of wormes, my body being dead,
The coward conquest of a wretches knife,
To base of thee to be remembred,

The worth of that, is that which it containes,
And that is this, and this with thee remaines.

LXXV.

are you to my thoughts as food to life,

Or as fweet feafon'd fhewers are to the ground;

And for the peace of you I hold fuch ftrife,

As twixt a mifer and his wealth his found.
Now proud as an inioyer, and anon

Doubting the filching age will steale his treasure,
Now counting best to be with you alone,
Then betterd that the world may fee my pleasure,
Some-time all ful with feasting on your fight,
And by and by cleane ftarued for a looke,
Poffeffing or pursuing no delight

Saue what is had, or must from you be tooke.
Thus do I pine and furfet day by day,
Or gluttoning on all, or all away.

WHY

LXXVI.

WHY is my verfe fo barren of new pride? So far from variation or quicke change? Why with the time do I not glance afide

To new found methods, and to compounds ftrange?

Why