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- SOMKERS.
And that vnsaire which fairely doth excells
For neuer reiting time leads Summer on,
To hidious winter and confounds him there,
Sap check with froft and lustie leau's quite gon,
Beauty ore-snow'd and barenes euery where,
Then were not summers distillation left
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glaffe,
Beauties effect with beauty were bereft,
Nor it nor noe remembrance what it was.
But flowers distil'd though they with winter meats,
Leefe but their show, their substance still lines sweet.
Then let not winters wrapped hand deface,
In thee thy summer ere thou be distil'd;
Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place,
With beauties treasure ere it be seife kil'd;
That vse is not forbidden vsery,
Which happies thofe that pay the willing lone;
That's for thy seife to breed an other thee,
Or ten times happier be it ten for one,
Ten times thy seife were happier then thou art,
If ten of thine ten times refigur'd thee,
Then what could death doe if thou should'st depart,
Leauing thee liuing in pofterity?
Be not seife-wild for thou art much too faire,
To be deaths conquest and make wormes thine iieire.
I
Oe in the Orient when the gracious light,
Lifts vp his burning head, each vnder eye
Doth homage to his new appearing sight,
Seruing with lookes his sacred malefty,
And hauling climb'd the steepe vp heavenly hill,
Resembling strong youth in his middle age,
Yet mortal lookes adore his beauty still,
Attending on his goulden pilgrimage:
But when from high-most pitch with wery ear,
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