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050.WN1.0HE %XElegie /%XThe Autumnall.
050.WN1.001 Noe Springe nor Summer beautie, hath such grace
050.WN1.002 As I haue seene, in one Autumnall face
050.WN1.003 Younge beauties force our loue, And thats a Rape
050.WN1.004 This doth but counsaile, yet you cannot scape:
050.WN1.005 If twere a shame to loue, here twere no shame,
050.WN1.006 Affections here take Reuerences name;
050.WN1.007 Were her first yeares the Golden Age; thats true
050.WN1.008 But now they are gold oft tried, and ever new:
050.WN1.009 That was her torrid, and enflaminge time
050.WN1.010 This is her tollerable Tropique clyme:
050.WN1.011 Faire Eyes who asks more heate, then comes from hence,
050.WN1.012 Hee in a feuer wishes Pestilence;
050.WN1.013 Call not these wrinckles Graues, if graues they were
050.WN1.014 They were loues, Graues, or els hee is no where; [CW:yett]
050.WN1.015 Yet lies not Loue dead here, but here doth sitt, [20]
050.WN1.016 Vowd to this trench, like an Anachoritt.
050.WN1.017 And here till hers, which mvst bee his death, come,
050.WN1.018 Hee doth not dig a graue, but build a Tomb;
050.WN1.019 Heere dwells hee, though hee soiourne every where
050.WN1.020 In Progress. Yet his standing house is heere;
050.WN1.021 Here where still Eveninge is. not Noone, nor Night
050.WN1.022 Where noe Voluptuousnes, yet all delight:
050.WN1.023 In all her words vnto all hearers fitt
050.WN1.024 Yow may at Revells, you at Counsaile, sitt;
050.WN1.025 This is Loues timber, Youth his Vnderwood.
050.WN1.026 There bee hee as wine in Iune enrages blood
050.WN1.027 Which then comes seasonablest, when our tast
050.WN1.028 And appetite to other things is past,
050.WN1.029 Xerxes strange Lydean loue, the Platane tree
050.WN1.030 Was loud for age, none beinge so large as shee
050.WN1.031 Or els because beinge younge; Nature did blesse
050.WN1.032 Her youth with ages glorie Barrenesse;
050.WN1.033 If wee loue thinges longe sought, Age is a thinge,
050.WN1.034 Which wee are fiftie yeares in compassinge,
050.WN1.035 If transitorie thinges which soone decaie,
050.WN1.036 Age mvst bee loueliest, at the latest daie;
050.WN1.037 But name not Winter faces, Whose skins slacke,
050.WN1.038 Lanck as an vnthrifts purse; But a Soules sacke
050.WN1.039 Whose Eyes seeke light with in, for all here's shade;
050.WN1.040 Whose mouthes are holes, rather worne out then made,
050.WN1.041 Whose every tooth to a seuerall place is gone,
050.WN1.042 To vexe their Soules att Resurrection; [CW:om]
050.WN1.043 Name out these liuinge deaths-heads vnto mee, [21]
050.WN1.044 For thes not ancient. But antiques bee.
050.WN1.045 I hate extreames, yet I had rather staie
050.WN1.046 With tombs, then cradles to weare out a daie
050.WN1.047 Since such loues naturall lation is, may still
050.WN1.048 My loue descend, and iourney downe the hill,
050.WN1.049 Not pantinge after growinge beauties, so
050.WN1.050 I shall ebb out with them, who homeward goe
050.WN1.0SS [om]
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