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And that thou teachest how to make one twain,
By praising him here, who doth hence remain.

Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all ;
What hast thou then more than thou had'st before?
No love, my love, that thou may'st true love call;
All mine was thine, before thou had'st this more.
Then if for my love, thou my love receivest,
I cannot blame thee, for my love thou usest;
But yet be blam'd, if thou thyself deceivest
By wilful taste of what thyself refusest.
I do forgive thy robb'ry, gentle thief,
Altho' thou steal thee all my poverty:
And yet love knows it is a greater grief
To bear love's wrong, than hate's known injury.
Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows,
Kill me with spite, yet we must not be foes.

LOSS AND GAIN.

Those pretty wrongs that liberty commit,
When I am sometimes absent from thy heart,
Thy beauty and thy years full well befit,
For still temptation follows where thou art.
Gentle thou art, and therefore to be won;
Beauteous thou art, and therefore to be assailed,
And when a woman woos, what woman's son
Will sourly leave her till he have prevailed?
Ah, me! but yet thou might'st my seat forbear,
And chide thy beauty and thy straying youth,
Who lead thee in their riot even there,
Where thou art forc'd to break a twofold truth;
Hers by thy beauty tempting her to thee,
Thine by thy beauty being false to me.

That thou hast her, it is not all my grief,
And yet it may be said I lov'd her dearly
That she hath thee, is of my wailing chief,
A loss in love that touches me more nearly.
Loving offenders, thus I will excuse ye,

Thou dost love her, because thou know'st I love her;
And for my sake even so doth she abuse me,

Suffering my friend, for my sake, to approve her.

If I lose thee, my loss is my love's gain,

And losing her, my friend hath found that loss:

Both find each other, and I lose both twain,
And both for my sake lay on me this cross.
But here's the joy, my friend and I are one,
Sweet flattery, then she loves but me alone.

FOOLISH DISDAIN.

Venus, and Adonis sitting by her,

Under a myrtle shade, began to woo him:

She told the youngling how god Mars did try her,
And as he fell to her, she fell to him.

Even thus (quoth she) the warlike god embrac'd me,
And then she clipt Adonis in her arms:

Even thus (quoth she) the warlike god unlac'd me,
As if the boy should use like loving charms.
Even thus (quoth she) he seized on my lips,
And with her lips on his did act the seizure:
And as she fetched breath away he skips,

And would not take her meaning nor her pleasure.
Ah! that I had my lady at this bay,
To kiss and clip me till I run away.

ANCIENT ANTIPATHY.

Crabbed age and youth cannot live together;
Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care;
Youth like summer morn, age like winter weather;
Youth like summer brave, age like winter bare.
Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short;

Youth is nimble, age is lame;

Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold;

Youth is wild, and age is tame.

Age, I do abhor thee; youth, 1 do adore thee;

O! my love, my love is young:

Age, I do defy thee, O! sweet shepherd, hie thee; For, methinks thou stay'st too long.

BEAUTY'S VALUATION.

Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good;
A shining gloss, that fadeth suddenly;
A flower that dies, when first it 'gins to bud;
A brittle glass, that's broken presently.
A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower,
Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour.
And as goods lost, are seld' or never found;

As faded gloss no rubbing will refresh ;
As flowers dead, lie withered on the ground;
As broken glass, no cement can redress;

So beauty blemish'd once, for ever's lost,
In spite of physick, painting, pain and cost.

MELANCHOLY THOUGHTS.

If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
Injurious distance should not stop my way;
For then, despite of space, I would be brought
To limits far remote, where thou dost stay.
No matter then altho' my foot did stand
Upon the farthest earth remov'd from thee;
For nimble thought can jump both sea and land,
As soon as think the place where he would be.
But ah! thought kills me, that I am not thought,
To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone;
But that so much of earth and water wrought,
I must attend time's leisure with my moan;
Receiving nought by elements so slow,
But heavy tears, badges of either's woe.
The other two, slight air, and purging fire,
Are both with thee, wherever I abide ;
The first my thought, the other my desire;
These present, absent, with swift motion slide.
For when these quicker elements are gone,
In tender embassy of love to thee,

My life being made of four, with two alone
Sinks down to death, opprest with melancholy;
Until life's composition be recured,

By those swift messengers return'd from thee,
Who even but now come back again assured
Of their fair health, recounting it to me.

This told, I joy; but then no longer glad,

I send them back again, and straight grow sad.

LOVE'S LOSS.

Sweet rose, fair flower, untimely pluck'd, soon faded,
Pluck'd in the bud, and faded in the spring:

Bright orient pearl, alack! too timely shaded,
Fair creature kill'd too soon by death's sharp sting.
Like a green plumb, that hangs upon a tree,
And falls (thro' wind) before the fall should he

I weep for thee, and yet no cause I have ;
For why thou left's me nothing in thy will;
And yet thou left's me more than I did crave:
For why? I craved nothing of thee still:

O yes (dear friend) I pardon crave of thee,
Thy discontent thou did'st bequeath to me.

LOVE'S RELIEF.

Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye,
Kissing with golden face the meadows green;
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchymy;
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride,
With ugly rack on his celestial face,
And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Even so my sun one early morn did shine,
With all triumphant splendour on my brow;
But out, alack! he was but one hour mine,
The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now.
Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth ;

Suns of the world may stain, when heaven's sun staineth.

Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,
And make me travel forth without my cloak,
To let base clouds o'ertake me in the way,
Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoak?
'Tis not enough that thro' the cloud thou break,
To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face;
For no man well of such a salve can speak,

'That heals the wound, and cures not the disgrace :
Nor can thy shame give physick to my grief;
Tho' thou repent, yet I have still the cross;
Th' offender's sorrow lends but weak relief
To him, that beareth strong offence's cross.

Ah! but those tears are pearl which thy love sheds,
And they are rich, and ransom all ill deeds.

No more be griev'd at that which thou hast done,
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud;
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
All men make faults, and even I in this,
Authorizing thy trespass with compare,

Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss,
Excusing their sins more than their sins are:
For to my sensual fault I bring incense;
Thy adverse party is thy advocate;
And 'gainst myself a lawful plea commence,
Such civil war is in my love and hate,
That I an accessary needs must be

To that sweet thief which sorely robs from me.

UNANIMITY.

Let me confess, that we two must be twain,
Altho' our undivided loves are one:

So shall those blots, that do with me remain,
Without thy help, by me be borne alone.
In our two loves there is but one respect,
Tho' in our lives a separable spite;
Which tho' it alter not love's sole effect,
Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love's delight.
I may not evermore acknowledge thee,
Lest my bewailed guilt should do thee shame;
Nor thou with public kindness honour me,
Unless thou take that honour from thy name.
But do not so; I love thee in such sort,
As thou being mine, mine is thy good report.

As a decrepit father takes delight
To see his active child do deeds of youth;
So I, made lame by fortune's dearest spite,
Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth.
For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit,
Or any of these all, or all, or more,
Intitled in their part, do crowned sit,

I make my love ingrafted to this store:

So then I am not lame, poor, nor despis'd,

Whilst that this shadow doth such substance give, That I in thy abundance am suffic'd,

And by a part of all thy glory live:

Look what is best, that best I wish in thee;
This wish I have, then ten times happy me.

LOTH TO DEPART.

Good night, good rest; ah! neither be my share; She bade good night, that kept my rest away; And daft me to a cabbin hang'd with care,

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