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- # SHAKE-SPEAKS
To trust those tables that receive thee more,
To keepe an adiunckt to remember thee,
Were to import forgetfulneffe in mee.
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NO! Time, thou fhalt not boft that I doe change,
Thy pyramyds buylt vp with newer might
To me are nothing nouell, nothing ftrange;
They are but dreffings of a former fight:
Our dates are breefe, and therefor we admire,
What thou doft foyft vpon vs that is ould,
And rather make them borne to our defire,
Then thinke that we before haue heard them-touldt:
Thy regifters and thee I both defie,
Not wondring at the prefeint, nor the paft,
For thy records, and what we fee doth lye,
Made more or les by thy continuall haft:
- This I doe vow and this shall euer be,
I will be true difpight thy fyeth and thee.
124
V F my deare loue were but the childe of ftate.
It might for fortunes bafterd be vnfathered,
As fubiect to times loue, or to times hate,
Weeds among weeds, or flowers with flowers gatherd,
No it was buylded far from accident,
It fuffers not in fmilinge pomp, nor falls
Under the blow of thralled difcontent,
Whereeto th'muiting time our fathion calls:
It feares not policy that Heritick,
Which workes ou leafes of fhort numbred howers,
But all alone ftands hugely pollitick,
That it nor growes with heat, nor drownes with fhowres,
To this I witnes call the foles of time,
Which die for goodnes, who haue liu'd for crime.
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V V Er't ought to me I bore the canopy,
With my extern the outward honoring,
Or
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