IDENTILIN$$ F050SP1 Saint Paul's 49.B.43 (ff. 90-91)/ TJS/mf/7-9-91/cor GAS/o/8-10-92
050.SP1.0HE Elegie Autumnall
050.SP1.001 No spring, nor Summer, Beauty, hath such grace
050.SP1.002 As I haue seene in one Autumnall face,
050.SP1.003 Young bewties force our love, and thates a Rape
050.SP1.004 This doth but Counsaile yett yo%5w%6 cannott scape, [CW:If]
050.SP1.005 If twere a shame to love, here twere noe shame, [f.90v
050.SP1.006 Affection here takes reverences name.
050.SP1.007 Were her first yeares the golden age; Thates true,
050.SP1.008 But now shees gold oft tried and ever new.
050.SP1.009 That was her Torrid and inflaming tyme
050.SP1.010 This is her Tolerable Tropique clyme,
050.SP1.011 ffaire eyes, who askes more heate, then comes from hence
050.SP1.012 Hee in a feaver wishes pestilence.
050.SP1.013 Call not theis wrinkles graves; If graves they weare,
050.SP1.014 They weare loves graves; ffor else he is noe where.
050.SP1.015 Yett lies not love dead here, but here doth sitt
050.SP1.016 Vowed to this trench.; like an Anachoritt.
050.SP1.017 And here till hers, w%5ch%6 must be his death, come,
050.SP1.018 He doth not digge a grave, but build a tombe.
050.SP1.019 Here dwells he, though he seiorne every where
050.SP1.020 In progress, yett his standing house is here;
050.SP1.021 Here, wheare still evening is, not noone, nor night,
050.SP1.022 Where noe voluptuousnes, yett all delight;
050.SP1.023 In all his wordes, vnto all hearers fitt
050.SP1.024 Yo:%5w%6 may at Revells, yo%5w%6 at counsaile sitt.
050.SP1.025 This is loves timber, youth his vnderwood,
050.SP1.026 There he as wine in Iune bringes blood
050.SP1.027 Wch then comes seasonabliest, when our tast
050.SP1.028 And appetites to other thinges is past. [CW: om]
050.SP1.029 Zexzes strange Lydian love, the Platane tree [f.91r
050.SP1.030 Was loved for age, none being so large as shee.
050.SP1.031 Or else because being younge, nature did bless
050.SP1.032 Her youth with ages glory, barrennes.
050.SP1.033 If we love thinges longe sought; age is a thinge
050.SP1.034 W%5ch%6 we are fifty yeares in compassinge,
050.SP1.035 If transitory thinges, w%5ch%6 soone decay,
050.SP1.036 Age must be loueliest at the latest day.
050.SP1.037 But name not winter faces, whose skinne is slack
050.SP1.038 Lanke as an vnthriftes purse, but a soules sack,
050.SP1.039 Whose eyes seeke light within; for all here is shade
050.SP1.040 Whose mouthes are holes, rather worne out then made,
050.SP1.041 Whose every tooth to a severall place is gone,
050.SP1.042 To vexe their soules at Resurrection.
050.SP1.043 Name not theis living deaths heades vnto me,
050.SP1.044 ffor theis not ancient but antique be.
050.SP1.045 I hate extreames, yet I had rather stay
050.SP1.046 W%5th%6 tombes then Cradles, to weare out a day.
050.SP1.047 Since such loves naturall lation is, May still
050.SP1.048 My love descend, and journey downe the hill,
050.SP1.049 Not panting after growing beauties, soe
050.SP1.050 I shall ebb on with them, who homewardes goe.|
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