IDENTILIN$$ F05000C 1639, Harvard, pp.84-5\EWS\mf\4-27-85\P&C:JSC\mf[MH,CtY]\10-26-95 050.00C.0HE %XE%9leg%0. IX. /%X%1The Autumnall%2. 050.00C.001 N%+O %1Spring%2, nor %1Sum%Mers%2 Beauty hath such grace, 050.00C.002 As I have seene in one %1Autumnall%2 face, 050.00C.003 Young %1Beauties%2 force your love, and that's a %1Rape%2, 050.00C.004 This doth but %1counsaile%2, yet you cannot scape. 050.00C.005 If t'were a %1shame%2 to love, here 'twere no %1shame%2: 050.00C.006 %1Affections%2 here take %1Reverences%2 name. 050.00C.007 Were her first yeares the %1Golden Age%2; That's true, 050.00C.008 But now shee's %1gold%2 oft tryed, and ever new. 050.00C.009 That was her torrid and inflaming time, 050.00C.010 This is her habitable %1Tropique clyme%2. 050.00C.011 Faire eyes, who askes more heate than comes from /(hence, 050.00C.012 He in a fever wishes pestilence, 050.00C.013 Call not these wrincles, %1graves%2; If %1graves%2 they were, 050.00C.014 They were %1Loves graves%2; or else he is no where. 050.00C.015 Yet lies not Love %1dead%2 here, but here doth sit 050.00C.016 Vow'd to this trench, like an %1Anachorit%2. 050.00C.017 And here, till hers, which must be his %1death%2, come, 050.00C.018 He doth not digge a %1Grave%2, but build a %1Tombe%2. 050.00C.019 Here dwels he, though he sojourne ev'ry where, 050.00C.020 In %1Progresse%2, yet his standing house is here. 050.00C.021 Here, where still %1Evening%2 is, not %1noone%2, nor %1night%2; 050.00C.022 Where no %1voluptuousnesse%2, yet all %1delight%2. [CW:In] 050.00C.023 In all her words, unto all hearers fit, [p.85] 050.00C.024 You may at %1Revels%2, you at %1counsaile%2, sit. 050.00C.025 This is loves timber; youth his under-wood; 050.00C.026 There he, as wine in %1Iune%2, enrages blood, 050.00C.027 Which then comes seasonablest, when our taste 050.00C.028 And appetite to other things, is past. 050.00C.029 %1Xerxes%2 strange %1Lydian%2 love, the %1Platane%2 tree, 050.00C.030 Was lov'd for age, none being so old as shee, 050.00C.031 Or else because, being young, nature did blesse 050.00C.032 Her youth with ages glory, %1Barrennesse%2. 050.00C.033 If we love things long sought, %1Age%2 is a thing 050.00C.034 Which we are fifty yeares in compassing. 050.00C.035 If transitory things, which soone decay, 050.00C.036 %1Age%2 must bee loveliest at the latest day. 050.00C.037 But name not %1Winter-faces%2, whose skin's slack; 050.00C.038 Lanke, as an unthrifts purse; but a fooles sacke; 050.00C.039 Whose eyes seeke light within, for all here's shade; 050.00C.040 Whose %1mouthes%2 are holes, rather worne out, than /(made 050.00C.041 Whose every tooth to a severall place is gone, 050.00C.042 To vexe their soules at %1Resurrection%2, 050.00C.043 Name not these living %1Death-heads%2 unto me, 050.00C.044 For these, not %1Ancients%2, but %1Antiques%2 be; 050.00C.045 I hate extreames; yet I had rather stay 050.00C.046 With %1Tombes%2 than %1Cradles%2, to weare out a day, 050.00C.047 Since such loves naturall station is, may still 050.00C.048 My love descend, and journey downe the hill, 050.00C.049 Not panting after growing beauties, so, 050.00C.050 I shall ebbe on with them, who homeward goe. [CW:E%9leg%0.] 050.00C.0SSom 050.00C.0$$ %1Even ll. ind.; no st breaks%2