IDENTILIN$$  F050SA1  South Africa Grey MS\pp.56-57\GL\P:JG\o\1994\C:JSC
050.SA1.0HE  %XElegye.
050.SA1.001  No spring nor Summer beautye hath such grace
050.SA1.002  as I haue seene in one Autumnall face,
050.SA1.003  yong beautyes force your loue, & y%5t%6s a rape,
050.SA1.004  this doth but councell, yet you cannot scape,
050.SA1.005  if't t'were a shame to loue, here t'were no shame,
050.SA1.006  Affection here takes reverences name,
050.SA1.007  were her first yeares y%5e%6 golden age, that's true
050.SA1.008  but now shee's gold oft tryde, & euer newe,
050.SA1.009  that was her torrid & enflameing time,
050.SA1.010  this is her tollerable Tropicke Clyme,
050.SA1.011  fayre eyes, who askes more heate then comes from hence
050.SA1.012  he in a feauer wishes pestilence,
050.SA1.013  Call not these wrinckles graues, if graues they were,
050.SA1.014  they were loues graues, or else he is no where,
050.SA1.015  yet lyes not loue dead here, but here doth sitt
050.SA1.016  Vow'd to this trench like an Anachoritt,
050.SA1.017  And here, till h%Y**%Z, w%5c%6h most be his death come
050.SA1.018  he doth not dig a graue, but build a tombe,
050.SA1.019  here dwells he, though he soiourne euery where
050.SA1.020  in progresse, yet his standing house in%>>is< here,
050.SA1.021  here where still euening is, not noone, nor night,
050.SA1.022  where no voluptuousness, yet all Delight,
050.SA1.023  In all her words, vnto all hearers fitt
050.SA1.024  you may at reuells, yea at councell sitt,
050.SA1.025  This is loues timber, youth his vnderwood,
050.SA1.026  there he as wine in Iune, enrages blood,
050.SA1.027  w%5c%6h then comes seasonablest, when our tast
050.SA1.028  and appetite to other things is past.
050.SA1.029  Zerxes strange Lydian loue, the platane tree
050.SA1.030  was loued for age, none being so large as shee,
050.SA1.031  or else because being young Nature did blesse
050.SA1.032  her youth, with ages glory, barrennes;
050.SA1.033  If we loue things long sought, age is a thinge
050.SA1.034  w%5c%6h we are fifty yeares in compassing,
050.SA1.035  if transitory things w%5c%6h soone Decay,
050.SA1.036  age must be louelyest at the latter day;
050.SA1.037  But name not winter faces, whose skins slack
050.SA1.038  lanke as an vnthrifts purse, but y%5e%6 soules sacke
050.SA1.039  whose eyes seeke light within, for all heres shade
050.SA1.040  whose mouths are holes, rather worne out, then made,
050.SA1.041  whose euery tooth to'a severall place is gone,
050.SA1.042  to vex their soules at resurrection,
050.SA1.043  name not these living death-heads vnto me,
050.SA1.044  for these not antient, but anticks bee;
050.SA1.045  I had%>>hate< extreames, yet I had rather stay
050.SA1.046  with tombes then Cradles to weare out the Day. [CW:om]
050.SA1.047  Since such loues naturall lation is may still [57]
050.SA1.048  my loue descend, & iourney downe y%5e%6 hill,
050.SA1.049  not panting after growing[%1var%2:>glowing<] beautyes, Soe
050.SA1.050  I shall ebb on with them y%5t%6 homeward goe.
050.SA1.0SS  finis I. D.
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