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- # SHAKES-PHARES
## 118
Like as to make our appetites more keene
With eager compounds we our pallat vrge,
As to prevent our malladies vnfeene,
We sicken to shun sickneffe when we purge.
Euen so being full of your nere cloying sweetneffe,
To bitter sawces did I frame my feeding;
And sick of wel-fare found a kind of meetneffe,
To be difea’d ere that there was true needing.
Thus pollicie in loue t’anticipate
The ills that were, not grew to faults affured,
And brought to medicine a healthfull state
Which rancke of goodneffe would by ill be cured.
But thence I learne and find the leffon true,
Drugs poyfon him that so fell sick of you.
## 119
What potions haue I drunke of Syren teares
Difti’d from Lymbecks foule as hell within,
Applying feares to hopes; and hopes to feares,
Still loofing when I saw my feife to win?
What wretched errors hath my heart committed,
Whilft it hath thought it feife so bleffed neuer?
How haue mine eies out of their Spheares bene fitted
In the diffraction of this madding feues?
O benefit of ill, now I find true
That better is, by euil still made better.
And ruin’d loue when it is built anew
Growes fairer then at firft, more strong, far greater.
So I returne rebukt to my content,
And gaine by ills thirfe more than I haue spent.
## 120
That you were once vnkind be-friends mee now,
And for that forrow, which I then didde feele,
Needes muft I vnder my transgression bow,
Vnleffe my Nerues were braffe or hammered fteele.
For if you were by my vnkindneffe fhaken
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# SONNERS.
As I by yours, y’haue paft a hell of Time,
And I a tyrant haue no leafsure taken
To waigh how once I suffered in your crime.
O that our night of wo might haue remembred
My deepest fence, how hard true forrow hits,
And foone to you, as you to me then tendred
The humble falue, which wounded bofomes fits!
But that your trespassé now becomes a fcc,
Mine ranfoms yours, and yours must ranfome mee.
## 121
T’Is better to be vile then vile esteemed,
When not to be, receiues reproach of being,
And the iuft pleafsure loft, which is fo deemed,
Not by our fceling, but by others fecing.
For why should others falfe adulterat eyes
Giue falutation to my sportiue blood?
Or on my frailties why are frailer spies;
Which in their wils count bad what I think good?
Noe, I am that I am, and they that leuell
At my abufes, reckon vp their owne,
I may be ftraight though they them-felues be beuel
By their rancke thoughtes, my deedes must not be fhown
Vnlsffe this generall euill they maintaine,
All men are bad and in their badneffe raigne.
## 122.
T’Thy guift, thy tables, are within my braine
Full characterd with lafting memory,
Which fhall aboue that idle rancke remaine
Beyond all dare euen to eternity.
Or at the leaft, fo long as braine and heart
Haue facukie by nature to fubfift,
Til each to raz’d obliuion yeckl his part
Of thee, thy record neuer can be misft
That poore retention could not fo much hold,
Nor need I tallies thy deare loue to skorr,
Therefore to giue them from me was I bold,
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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.
123
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.
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