IDENTILIN$$ File F02400C 1639 ed., pp.205-207. G.L. 024.00C.0HE %1Sapho%2 to %1Philae%Lnis%2. 024.00C.001 W%+Here is that holy fire, which %1Verse%2 is said 024.00C.002 [I8]To have, is that inchanting force decay'd? 024.00C.003 %1Verse%2 that draws %1Natures%2 works, fro%M %1Natures%2 law, 024.00C.004 Thee, her best worke, to her worke cannot draw. 024.00C.005 Have my teares quench'd my old %1Poetique%2 fire; 024.00C.006 Why quench'd they not as well, that of %1desire%2? 024.00C.007 Thoughts, my minds creatures, often are with thee, 024.00C.008 But I, their maker, want their libertie. 024.00C.009 Onely thine image, in my heart, doth sit, 024.00C.010 But that is waxe, and fires environ it. 024.00C.011 My fires have driven, thine have drawne it hence; 024.00C.012 And I am rob'd of %1Picture, Heart%2, and %1Sense%2. 024.00C.013 Dwels with me still mine irkesome %1Memory%2. 024.00C.014 Which, both to keep, and lose, grieves equally. [CW:That] 024.00C.015 That tels me how faire thou art: Thou art so faire, [p.206] 024.00C.016 As %1gods%2, when %1gods%2 to thee I do compare, 024.00C.017 Are grac'd thereby; And to make blinde men see, 024.00C.018 What things %1gods%2 are, I say they'are like to thee. 024.00C.019 For, if wee justly call each silly %1man%2 024.00C.020 A %1little world%2, What shall we call thee than? 024.00C.021 Thou art not soft, and cleare, and strait, and faire, 024.00C.022 As %1Downe%2, as %1Starres, Cedars%2, and %1Lillies%2 are, 024.00C.023 But thy right hand, and cheeke, and eye, onely 024.00C.024 Are like thy other hand, and cheeke, and eye. 024.00C.025 Such was my %1Phao%2 a while, but shall be never, 024.00C.026 As thou, wast, art, and, oh, maist thou be ever. 024.00C.027 Here lovers sweare in their %1Idolatry%2, 024.00C.028 That I am such; but %1Griefe%2 discolors me. 024.00C.029 And yet I grieve the lesse, least griefe remove 024.00C.030 My beautie, and make me unworthy of thy love. 024.00C.031 Playes some soft boy with thee, oh there wants yet 024.00C.032 A mutuall feeling which should sweeten it. 024.00C.033 His chinne, a thorny hairy unevennesse 024.00C.034 Doth threaten, and some daily change possesse. 024.00C.035 Thy bodie is a naturall %1Paradise%2, 024.00C.036 In whose selfe, unmanur'd, all pleasure lies, 024.00C.037 Nor needs %1perfection%2; why shouldst thou than 024.00C.038 Admit the tillage of a harsh rough man? 024.00C.039 Men leave behind them that which their sin shows, 024.00C.040 And are, as theeves trac'd, which rob when it snows. 024.00C.041 But of our dallyance no more signes there are, 024.00C.042 Than %1fishes%2 leave in streames, or %1Birds%2 in aire. 024.00C.043 And betweene us all sweetnesse may be had; 024.00C.044 All, all that %1Nature%2 yeelds, or %1Art%2 can adde. 024.00C.045 My two lips, eyes, thighs, differ from thy two, 024.00C.046 But so, as thine from one another doe: [CW:And] 024.00C.047 And, oh, no more; the likenesse being such, [p.207] 024.00C.048 Why should they not alike in all parts touch? 024.00C.049 Hand to strange hand, lip to lip none denies; 024.00C.050 Why should they brest to brest, or thighes to thighes? 024.00C.051 Likenesse begets such strange selfe flatterie, 024.00C.052 That touching my selfe all seemes done to thee. 024.00C.053 My selfe I embrace, and mine owne hands I kisse, 024.00C.054 And amorously thanke my selfe for this. 024.00C.055 Me, in my glasse, I call thee; But alas, 024.00C.056 When I would kisse, teares dimme mine %1eyes%2, and %1glasse%2. 024.00C.057 O cure this loving madnesse, and restore 024.00C.058 Me to mee; thee my %1halfe%2, my %1all%2, my %1more%2. 024.00C.059 So may thy cheekes red outweare scarlet die, 024.00C.060 And their white, whitenesse of the %1Galaxy%2, 024.00C.061 So may thy mighty amazing beauty move 024.00C.062 %1Envy%2'in all %1women%2, and in all %1men, love%2, 024.00C.063 And so be change and sicknesse farre from thee, 024.00C.064 As thou by comming neare, keep'st them from me. 024.00C.0SSom 024.00C.0$$ No ind