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- # SHAKES-PBARES
## 23
**M** Y glaffe shall not perfwade me I am ould,
So long as youth and thou are of one date,
But when in thee times forrwes I behould,
Then look I death my daies should expiate.
For all that beauty that doth coues thee,
Is but the feemely rayment of my heart,
Which in thy breft doth liue, as thine in me,
How can I then be elder then thou art?
O therefore lout be of thy felfe fo wary,
As I not for my felfe, but for thee will,
Bearing thy heart which I will keepe fo chary
As tender nurse her babe from faring ill,
Prefume not on thy heart when mine is flaine,
Thou gauft me thine not to give backe againe.
## 23
**A** S an imperfect actor on the stage,
Who with his feare is put befides his part;
Or some fierce thing repleat with too much rage,
Whose strengths abondance weakens his owne heart;
So I for feare of trust, forget to say,
The perfect ceremony of lous right,
And in mine owne louses strength feeme to decay,
Ore-charg’d with burthen of mine owne louses might:
O let my books be then the eloquence,
And domb prefagers of my speaking breft,
Who pleade for lous, and look for recompence,
More then that tonge that more hath more expreft.
O leame to read what silent lone hath writ,
To heare wit eies belongs to lous fine wiht.
## 24
**M** Ine eye hath play’d the painter and hath steeld,
I hy beauties forme in table of my heart,
My body is the flame wherein ti’s held,
And perfunctue it is belt Painters art.
For through the Painter must you see his skill,
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