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131.AF1.HE1  %XTo the Countess of Huntington
131.AF1.001  That unripe side of earth, that heavy clime
131.AF1.002  That gives us man up now, like Adams time
131.AF1.003  Before he eat; mans shape, that would yet be
131.AF1.004  (Knew they not it, and fear'd beasts company)
131.AF1.005  So naked at this day, as though man there
131.AF1.006  From Paradice so great a distance were,
131.AF1.007  As yet the newes could not arrived be
131.AF1.008  Of Adam's tasting the forbidden tree,
131.AF1.009  Depriv'd of that free state which they were in,
131.AF1.010  And wanting the reward, yet bear the sin.
131.AF1.011  But as from extreme heights who downward looks
131.AF1.012  Sees men at childrens shapes, Rivers at brooks,
131.AF1.013  And looseth younger formes; so to Your eye,
131.AF1.014  There, Madam, that without your distance lye,
131.AF1.015  Must either mist, or nothing seem to be,
131.AF1.016  Who are at home but wits mere Atomi.
131.AF1.017  But I who can behold them move, & stay,
131.AF1.018  Have found my self to You, just their mydway;
131.AF1.019  And now must pity them, for as they doe
131.AF1.020  Seem sick to me, just so must I to You,
131.AF1.021  Yet neither will I vex Your eyes to see
131.AF1.022  A sighing Ode, nor cross-armd Elegie.
131.AF1.023  I come not to call pity from your heart,
131.AF1.024  Like some white-liverd d*tard that would part
131.AF1.025  Else from his slippery soul with a faint groan,
131.AF1.026  And faithfully, without your smile, were gone.
131.AF1.027  I cannot feel the tempest of a frown,
131.AF1.028  I may be rais'd by Love, but not thrown down.
131.AF1.029  Though I can pity those sigh twice a day,
131.AF1.030  I hate that thing whispers it self away.
131.AF1.031  Yet since all love is feavorish, who to trees [CW:om
131.AF1.032  Doth talk yet doth in loves cold ague freaze. [p.(429)
131.AF1.033  Tis love, but with such fatal weakness made,
131.AF1.034  That it destroys it self with its own shade.
131.AF1.035  Who first look'd sad, griev'd, pin'd, & shew'd his pain,
131.AF1.036  Was he that first taught women, to disdain.
131.AF1.037  As all things were but one nothing, dull and weak,
131.AF1.038  Untill this raw disordered heap did braek[sic?]
131.AF1.039  And several desires led parts away,
131.AF1.040  Water declin'd with earth, the air did stay,
131.AF1.041  Fire rose, and each from other but unty'd,
131.AF1.042  Themselves unprison'd were, and purifyd:
131.AF1.043  So was love, first in vast confusion hid,
131.AF1.044  An unripe willingness which nothing did,
131.AF1.045  A thirst, an appetite which had no ease,
131.AF1.046  That found a want; but knew not what woul[sic] please.
131.AF1.047  What pretty innocence in that day mov'd?
131.AF1.048  Man ignorantly walk'd by her he lov'd;
131.AF1.049  Both sighd, and enterchang'd a speaking eye,
131.AF1.050  Both trembled, and were sick, yet knew not why:
131.AF1.051  That naturall fearfulness that struck man dumb,
131.AF1.052  Might well (those times consider'd) man become.
131.AF1.053  As all discoverers, whose first essay
131.AF1.054  Finds but the place, after, the nearest way,
131.AF1.055  So passion is to womans love, about,
131.AF1.056  Nay further [sic]of, than when we first set out.
131.AF1.057  It is not love that sueth, or doth contend.
131.AF1.058  Love either conquers, or but meets a friend.
131.AF1.059  Mans better part consists of purer fire,
131.AF1.060  And finds it self allow'd ere it desire.
131.AF1.061  Love is wise nere%>>h<ere, keeps home, give[sic] reason sway,
131.AF1.062  And journeys not till it find summer way. [CW:om]
131.AF1.063  A weather-beaten lover but once known, [p.430]
131.AF1.064  Is sport for every Girl to practise on.
131.AF1.065  Who strives through womans scorns, women to know,
131.AF1.066  Is lost, and seeks his shadow to outgoe;
131.AF1.067  It is meer sickness after one disdain,
131.AF1.068  Though he be call'd aloud, to look again.
131.AF1.069  Let others sin, and grieve; one cunning sleight
131.AF1.070  Shall freez my Love to Chrystall in a night.
131.AF1.071  I can love first, and, if I win, love still;
131.AF1.072  And cannot be remov'd, unless she will.
131.AF1.073  It is her fault, if I unsure remain,
131.AF1.074  She only can unty, I bind again
131.AF1.075  The honesties of love with ease I doe,
131.AF1.076  But am no porter for a tedious woe.
131.AF1.077  But, Madam, I now think on You, and here
131.AF1.078  Where we are at our heights, you but appear,
131.AF1.079  We are but clouds, you rise from our noon-ray,
131.AF1.080  But a foul shadow not your break of day.
131.AF1.081  You are at first hand all that's fair and right,
131.AF1.082  And others good reflects but back your light.
131.AF1.083  You are a perfectness, so curious hit,
131.AF1.084  That youngest flatteries do scandal it;
131.AF1.085  For, what is more doth what you are restrain,
131.AF1.086  And though beyond, is down the hill again;
131.AF1.087  We have no next way to You, we cross to it,
131.AF1.088  You are the straight line thing prais'd, attribute,
131.AF1.089  Each good in You's a light, so many a shade
131.AF1.090  You make, and in them are your motions made.
131.AF1.091  There are your pictures to the life, from far
131.AF1.092  We see You move, and here Your Zani%Ye%Zs are:
131.AF1.093  So that no fountain good there is, doth grow
131.AF1.094  In You, but our dimm actions faintly show.
131.AF1.095  Then find I if your noblest part be love,
131.AF1.096  Your purest luster must that shadow move. [CW:om]
131.AF1.097  The soul with body, is a heaven combin'd [p.431]
131.AF1.098  With earth, and for mans ease, nearer joyn'd.
131.AF1.099  Where thoughts the stars of soul we understand,
131.AF1.100  We guess not their large natures, but command.
131.AF1.101  And love in You, that bounty is of light,
131.AF1.102  That gives to all, and yet hath infinite.
131.AF1.103  Whose heat doth force us thither to intend,
131.AF1.104  But soul we find too earthly to ascend,
131.AF1.105  Till slow access hath made it wholly pure,
131.AF1.106  Able immortal clearness to endure.
131.AF1.107  Who dare aspire this journy with a stain,
131.AF1.108  hath weight will force him headlong back again.
131.AF1.109  No more can impure man retain and move
131.AF1.110  In that pure region of a worthy love,
131.AF1.111  Than earthly substance can unforc'd aspire,
131.AF1.112  And leave his nature to converse with fire.
131.AF1.113  Such may have eye, & hand; may sigh, may speak;
131.AF1.114  But like swoln bubbles when they are highest they break.
131.AF1.115  Though far remov'd northern Isles scarce find
131.AF1.116  The Suns sweet comfort, yet some think him too kind.
131.AF1.117  There is an equall distance from his eye,
131.AF1.118  Men perish too far off, and burn to nigh.
131.AF1.119  But as ayr takes the sun beames equall bright
131.AF1.120  From the Raies first, to his last opposite:
131.AF1.121  So happy man blest with a vertuous love,
131.AF1.122  Remote or near, or howsoe're they move;
131.AF1.123  Their vertue breaks all clouds that might annoy,
131.AF1.124  There is noe Emptiness, but all is Joy.
131.AF1.125  He much profanes, whom valiat%>valia>nt< heats do move,
131.AF1.126  To stile his wandring rage of passion, Love.
131.AF1.127  Love that imports in every thing delight,
131.AF1.128  Is fancied by the Soul, not appetite,
131.AF1.129  Why Love among the vertues is not known,
131.AF1.130  Is, that Love is them all contract in one.
131.AF1.0SS  [om]
131.AF1.0$$ Ms. copy in back of a 1633; ll. 77, 95, 113 ind; >inserted pag: 111.< 
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