IDENTILIN$$ F050B32 / Harley 4955/ ff. 119v-120/ GL/cor GAS/o/7-17-92
050.B32.0HE %3Elegye. Autumnall:.%4
050.B32.001 Noe springe, nor summer beauty, hath such grace
050.B32.002 As I haue seene in one Autumnall face,
050.B32.003 Young beautyes force our love, & that's a rape,
050.B32.004 Thys doth but Counsayle, yett you cannot scape,
050.B32.005 If t'weare a shame to love, here t'weare no shame,
050.B32.006 Affection here takes Reverences Name.
050.B32.007 Weare her first yeares the golden age? that's true,
050.B32.008 But nowe shee's Gold oft tryed, and over new.
050.B32.009 That was her torrid, and inflamyng Tyme,
050.B32.010 This is her Tollerable Tropique clyme,
050.B32.011 Fayre Eyes, who askes more heate, then comes from hence,
050.B32.012 Hee in Feuer wishes Pestilence.
050.B32.013 Call not these wrinckles Graues; If Graues they weare,
050.B32.014 They weare loves Graues, for else he is noe where;
050.B32.015 Yett lyes not love dead here, but here doth sitt,
050.B32.016 Vowed to thys treanch like an Anacheritt,
050.B32.017 And here till her's, w%5ch%6 must be his Death come,
050.B32.018 He doth not digg a Graue, but build a Tombe;
050.B32.019 Here dwells Hee, though he seiorne every where,
050.B32.020 In progresse, yett his standing house is here;
050.B32.021 Here where still Eauening ys, not noone, nor Night,
050.B32.022 When noe voluptuousnes, yett all delight;
050.B32.023 In all his wordes, vnto all hearer fitt,
050.B32.024 You may at Revells, you at Councell sett;
050.B32.025 This is loves tymber, youth his vnderwood, [f.120
050.B32.026 There hee as wine in Iune bringes blood,
050.B32.027 W%5ch%6 then comes seasonablyest, when our tast
050.B32.028 And Appetites to other thinges is past;
050.B32.029 Zerxes strange lydyan love, the Plantane Tree
050.B32.030 Was lov'd for Age, none beeinge so large as shee.
050.B32.031 Or else because beeing >%Yso#lardge#as#shee%Z<#yong, Nature did Blesse
050.B32.032 Her youth w%5th%6 Ages Glory, Barrennes.
050.B32.033 If wee love thinges long sought; Age is a Thinge,
050.B32.034 W%5ch%6 wee are fiftye yeares in Compassinge,
050.B32.035 If transitory thinges, w%5ch%6 soone decay,
050.B32.036 Age must bee lovelyest at the latest day,
050.B32.037 But name not winter faces, whose skinne's slacke,
050.B32.038 Lanke as an vnthrifts Purse, but a sovles sacke,
050.B32.039 Whose Eyes seeke lyght w%5th%6in; for all here ys shade,
050.B32.040 Whose Mouthes are holes, rather worne out then made,
050.B32.041 Whose everye tooth to'a seuerall Place is gone
050.B32.042 To vex theyre soules at resurrectione.
050.B32.043 Name not these liveing Deaths head vnto mee,
050.B32.044 For these not Auntient, but Antique bee,
050.B32.045 I hate extreames; yett I had rather stay
050.B32.046 W%5th%6 Tombes, then Cradles to weare out a Day.
050.B32.047 Since such loves Naturall lation ys, May still
050.B32.048 My love descend, and Iorney downe the hill,
050.B32.049 Not panting after groweing beautyes; so
050.B32.050 I shall ebb on w%5th%6 them, who homewardes goe.|.
050.B32.0SS D%5r%6: Doone: [running HE]
050.B32.0$$ %1indentation???; HE centered???; Twick follows immediately w/no 
            HE, as if a continuation of this poem%2