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050.H05.0HE Elegy Autumnall.
050.H05.001 Noe Springe or Summer beauty hath such grace,
050.H05.002 as I haue seene in one Autumnall face.
050.H05.003 younge beauties force your loue, and that's a rape;
050.H05.004 this doth but Counsaile, yet you cannot scape:
050.H05.005 yf t'were a shame to loue, here t'were no shame,
050.H05.006 affection heere takes Reuerences name.
050.H05.007 were her first yeares the golden age? that's true,
050.H05.008 but nowe shee's gold oft tryed, and euer newe:
050.H05.009 that was her Torrid and enflaminge time,
050.H05.010 this, is her tolerable Tropique Clime.
050.H05.011 ffayre eyes, who askes more heate then comes fro%M hence,
050.H05.012 he, in a Fever wishes Pestilence.
050.H05.013 Call not these wrincles, graues, yf graues they were,
050.H05.014 they were loues Graues, or els he is no where;
050.H05.015 yet lyes not Loue dead here, but here doth sitt
050.H05.016 vow'd to this Trench like an Anachorite,
050.H05.017 and here, till hers, w%5ch%6 must be his, Death come,
050.H05.018 he doth not digge a Graue, but build a Tombe.
050.H05.019 here dwells he, though he soiourne euery where
050.H05.020 in progrese, yet his standinge house is here:
050.H05.021 Here, where still Eueninge is, not Noone, nor Night,
050.H05.022 wher's noe voluptuousnes, yet all delight:
050.H05.023 In all her wordes, vnto all hearers fitt,
050.H05.024 you may at Reuells, you at Counsaile sitt:
050.H05.025 This is Loues Timber, youth his vnder-wood,
050.H05.026 there he, as wine in Iune, enrageth bloud,
050.H05.027 w%5ch%6 then comes seasonablest, when our tast
050.H05.028 and appetite to other thinges is past:
050.H05.029 Xerxes strange Lydian loue, the Platan tree,
050.H05.030 was lou'd for age, none beinge soe large as shee, [CW:om]
050.H05.031 or els, because beinge younge, nature did blesse [141v]
050.H05.032 her youth with ages glory, Barrennes.
050.H05.033 yf we loue thinges longe sought, age is a thinge,
050.H05.034 w%5ch%6 we are fifty yeares in compassinge:
050.H05.035 yf Transitory thinges w%5ch%6 soone decay,
050.H05.036 age must be loueliest at the latest day:
050.H05.037 but name not winter faces, whose skinnes slacke
050.H05.038 lanke as an vnthriftes purse, but a Soules sacke,
050.H05.039 whose eyes seeke light within, for all heer's shade;
050.H05.040 whose mouthes are holes, rather worne out, then made;
050.H05.041 whose euery tooth t' a seuerall place is gone,
050.H05.042 to vexe theire Soules at the Resurrection:
050.H05.043 Name not these livinge Deaths-heads vnto me,
050.H05.044 for these not Auntient, but Antickes be.
050.H05.045 I hate extreames; yet I had rather stay
050.H05.046 with Tombes, then Cradles, to weare out a day.
050.H05.047 Since such Loues naturall station is, may still
050.H05.048 my loue descend, and iourney downe the hill,
050.H05.049 Not pantinge after growinge beautyes, soe
050.H05.050 I shall ebbe on, with them, who home-wards goe.|
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