IDENTILIN$$ File F012H070 Harvard, Eng. 966.6\ff 71r-72r\M:GL\mf\P:TLP\o\5-11-92\C:JSC 012.H07.0HE E.|legia Octava.| 012.H07.001 O let me not serve soe, As those men serue 012.H07.002 Whom honores smoa%Akes at once%A fatten, and sterve, 012.H07.003 Porely enriche'd w%5th%6 great Mens wordes or lookes 012.H07.004 Nor so write thy Nam%Ae in my Loving Bookes 012.H07.005 As those Idolatrous flattere%5res%6 w%5c%Ah%6 still 012.H07.006 Their Prince%As style w%5th%6 many Rea%Alms fulfill 012.H07.007 Where they no Tribute ha%Aue, & where no sway 012.H07.008 Suc%Ah services I offer a%As sha%All Pa%Ay 012.H07.009 Themselues, I hate dead na%Ames: oh! then let \(me 012.H07.010 Favorite in ordinary'; or no favorite bee. 012.H07.011 When >%Vas< my Sowle was in her Bodie sheat'hd 012.H07.012 Nor yet by othes betrothe'd, nor kisses breath'd 012.H07.013 Into my Purgatorie faithles thee 012.H07.014 Thy hart seemd, wax and steele thy consta%A%Mcy. 012.H07.015 So ca%Areles flowers strode on y%5e%6 waters fac%Ae 012.H07.016 The Curled whirlpoles, smac%Ak, suc%Ak, & embra%Ace%A 012.H07.017 Yet drownes them: So the Tapers bea%Amy Eye 012.H07.018 Amorously twincklinge beckons the giddie flye 012.H07.019 Yet burnes his winges: And suc%Ah y%5e%6 Devill is 012.H07.020 Sca%Arse vizitinge them who a%Are entyrely his: [CW:.When.] 012.H07.021 When I behold a Streame, w%5ch%6 from the spring [71v] 012.H07.022 Doth w%5th%6 doubtfull Melodious Murmiringe 012.H07.023 Or in a%A speechles slumber Calmly ride 012.H07.024 Her wedded Channels bosom, & then c%Ahyde 012.H07.025 And bend her Browes, And swell if any Bough 012.H07.026 Doe but stoope downe to kisse her vtmost Browe 012.H07.027 Yet if her often Gnawinge kisses wynn, 012.H07.028 The Trayterous Banc%Ak to Gape & let her in 012.H07.029 She rusheth vyolently & Doth divorce%A 012.H07.030 Her from her Native & her Long kept co%Aurse, 012.H07.031 And roares, and braves it, and in galla%Mt scorne 012.H07.032 In fflatteringe Eddies p%Pmising returne. 012.H07.033 She flowes the Channells, who thencforth is dry 012.H07.034 then say I, that is she, and this am I 012.H07.035 Yet let not thy deepe bitternes begett 012.H07.036 Carelesse dispaire in me, for that will whett 012.H07.037 My Mynd to scorne, and oh; Loue dul'd w%5th%6 paine 012.H07.038 Was ner'e soe wise, nor will a%Arm'd w%5th%6[var:>>as<<] disdaine. 012.H07.039 Then w%5th%6 new Eyes I shall survay thee, & sp%Aie 012.H07.040 Dea%Ath in thy Cheekes, and darknes in thyne Eye 012.H07.041 Though Hope breed faith, And loue thus taught I \(shall 012.H07.042 As Na%Ations doe from Rome, from thy Loue fall. [CW:.My.] 012.H07.043 My ff->H