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- 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.
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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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Like feeble age he reeleth from the day,
The eyes (fore dutious) now conuerted are
From his low tract and looke an other way:
So thou thy selfe out-going in thy noon:
Vnlok’d on dieft vnlefse thou get a sonne.
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M Vfick to heare, why hear’st thou mufick fadly,
Sweets with sweets warre not, ioy delights in ioy:
Why lou’st thou that which thou receaust not gladly,
Or efse receau’st with pleasure thine annoy?
If the true concord of well tuned sounds,
By vnions married do offend thine care,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds
In finglenefse the parts that thou should’st beare:
Marke how one ftring sweet husband to an other,
Strikes each in each by mutuall ordering;
Refembling fier, and child, and happy mother,
Who all in one, one pleasing note do fing:
Whose speechlefse song being many, seeming one,
Sings this to thee thou fingle wilt proue none.
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IS it for feare to wet a widdowes eye,
That thou consum’st thy selfe in fingle life?
Ah if thou isfuleffe shalt hap to die,
The world will waile thee like a makeless wife,
The world wifbe thy widdow and still weepe,
That thou no forme of thee haft left behind,
When euery priuat widdow well may keepe,
By childrens eyes, her husbands shape in mindet:
Looke what an vnthrift in the world doth spend:
Shifts but his place, for still the world inioyes it
But beauties waste hath in the world an end,
And kept vnvfde the vfer so defroyes it:
No loue toward others in that bofome fits
That on himselfe fisch murdrous shame commits.
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