IDENTILIN$$  F050O20  Eng poet e.99\ff.114v-115\GL\mf\P:EWS\o\6-5-92\C:JSC
050.O20.0HE  Elegye Autumnall.
050.O20.001  No Springe, nor Summer beauty, hath such Grace
050.O20.002  As I haue seene in One Autumnall face,
050.O20.003  Young beawtyes force our loue, and that's a Rape,
050.O20.004  Thys doth but counsayle, yett you cannot scape,
050.O20.005  Yf t'were a Shame to loue, here t'were no Shame,
050.O20.006  Affection here takes Reuerences Name.
050.O20.007  Weare her first yeares the Golden Age; That's true,
050.O20.008  But now Shee's Gold oft tryed and euer newe.
050.O20.009  That was her Torrid and inflaming Time,
050.O20.010  This is her Tolerable Tropique Clyme; 
050.O20.011  Fayre Eyes, who askes more heate, then comes fro%M hence
050.O20.012  Hee in a feauer wishes Pestilence.
050.O20.013  Call not theses wrinckles Graues; Yf Graues they weare,
050.O20.014  They weare loues Graues; For Else he ys noe where.
050.O20.015  Yett lyes not loue dead here, but here doth sitt
050.O20.016  Vowed to thys trench; like an Anachoritt.
050.O20.050  And here till hers, w%5ch%6 must be hys Death, come,
050.O20.018  Hee doth not digg a Graue, but build a Tombe.
050.O20.019  Here dwells he, though he seiorne euery where,
050.O20.020  In Progresse, yett hys standing house is here;
050.O20.021  Here, where still Eauening is, not Noone, nor Night,
050.O20.022  Where no Voluptuousnes, yett all Delight;
050.O20.023  In all hys wordes, vnto all hearers fitt
050.O20.024  You may at Reuells, you at Counsell sitt.
050.O20.025  Thys is loues Timber, youth hys vnderwood,
050.O20.026  There hee as Wine in Iune bringes blood,
050.O20.027  W%5ch%6 then comes Seasonablyest, when our Tast
050.O20.028  And appetites to other thinges is Past. [CW:om]
050.O20.029  Zerzes strang lydian loue, the Platane Tree [115]
050.O20.030  Was lou'd for Age, none beeing so lardge as Shee.
050.O20.031  Or else because beeing yonge, Nature did blesse
050.O20.032  Her Youth w%5th%6 Ages Glory, Barrennes.
050.O20.033  Yf wee loue thinges long sought; Age is a Thinge
050.O20.034  Which wee are fifty yeares in Compassing,
050.O20.035  Yf transitory thinges, w%5ch%6 soone decay,
050.O20.036  Age must bee louelyest at the latest day.
050.O20.037  But name not winter faces, whose Skinne's slacke,
050.O20.038  Lanke as an Vnthrifts Purse, but a Soules Sacke,
050.O20.039  Whose Eyes seeke light w%5th%6in; for all here is Shade,
050.O20.040  Whose mouthes are holes, rather worne out then made,
050.O20.041  Whose euery Tooth to'a seuerall Place is gon,
050.O20.042  To vexe theyre Soules at resurrection.
050.O20.043  Name not these living Deaths heads vnto mee,
050.O20.044  ffor these not Antient but Antique bee.
050.O20.045  I hate Extreames; Yett I had rather stay
050.O20.046  W%5th%6 Tombes then Cradles to weare out a day.
050.O20.047  Since such Loues Naturall latyon ys; May still
050.O20.048  My loue descend, and Iorney downe the Hill,
050.O20.049  Not panting after groweing beautyes; so
050.O20.050  I shall Ebb on w%5th%6 them, who homewards goe.
050.O20.0SS  [om]
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