IDENTILIN$$ E01200E MH\pp.75-77\mf\EWS\1-15-87\pr\cf\MJJ\10-1-95\cor\MJJ\11-20-95 012.00E.0HE %XE%9leg%0. VI. 012.00E.001 O%+H, let me not serve so, as those men serve, 012.00E.002 Whom honors smoaks at once fatten & sterve: [CW:Poorely] 012.00E.003 Poorely enrich't with great mens words or lookes: [p.76] 012.00E.004 Nor so write my name in thy loving bookes 012.00E.005 As those Idolatrous flatterers, which still 012.00E.006 Their Princes stiles, which many Realmes fulfill 012.00E.007 Whence they no tribute have, and where no sway. 012.00E.008 Such services I offer as shall pay 012.00E.009 Themselves, I hate dead names: Oh then let me 012.00E.010 Favorite in Ordinary, or no favorite be. 012.00E.011 When my soule was in her own body sheath'd; 012.00E.012 Nor yet by oathes betroth'd, nor kisses breath'd 012.00E.013 Into my Purgatory, faithlesse thee, 012.00E.014 Thy heart seem'd waxe, and steele thy constancy: 012.00E.015 So carelesse flowers strow'd on the waters face, 012.00E.016 The curled whirlepooles suck,(MH)suck^(CtY) smack, and embrace, 012.00E.017 Yet drown them; so, the tapers beamy eye 012.00E.018 Amorously twinkling, beckens the giddie flie, 012.00E.019 Yet burnes his wings; and such the Devill is, 012.00E.020 Scarce visiting them who are intirely his. 012.00E.021 When I behold a streame, which, from the spring, 012.00E.022 Doth with doubtfull melodious murmuring, 012.00E.023 Or in a speechlesse slumber calmely ride 012.00E.024 Her wedded channels bosome, and there chide 012.00E.025 And bend her browes, and swell, if any bough, 012.00E.026 Doe but stoop down to kisse her utmost brow: 012.00E.027 Yet if her often gnawing kisses win 012.00E.028 The traiterous bankes to gape, and let her in, 012.00E.029 She rusheth violently, and doth divorce 012.00E.030 Her from her native and her long-kept course, 012.00E.031 And roares, and braves it, and in gallant scorne, 012.00E.032 In flattering eddies promising return, 012.00E.033 She flouts her channel, which thenceforth is drie; 012.00E.034 Then say I; that is she, and this am I. [CW:Yet] 012.00E.035 Yet let not thy deep bitternesse beget [p.77] 012.00E.036 Carelesse despaire in me, for that will whet 012.00E.037 My minde to scorn; and Oh, love dull'd with pain 012.00E.038 Was ne'r so wise, nor well arm'd as disdaine. 012.00E.039 Then with new eyes I shall survey thee,'and spie 012.00E.040 Death in thy cheeks, and darknesse in thine eye; 012.00E.041 Though hope breed faith & love thus taught, I shal 012.00E.042 As nations doe from Rome, from thy love fall, 012.00E.043 My hate shall outgrow thine, and utterly 012.00E.044 I will renounce thy dalliance: and when I 012.00E.045 Am the Recusant, in that resolute state 012.00E.046 What hurts it me to be 'excommunicate? 012.00E.0SSom 012.00E.0$$om