IDENTILIN$$ F050CT1 ms. R.3.12 (Puckering ms.)|pp.13-15\CMR\mf\4-21-92/cor EWS/o/6-16-92
050.CT1.HE1 %X%1Elegie%2
050.CT1.001 No spring, nor Summer beautie hath such grace
050.CT1.002 As I haue seene in one Autumnall face,
050.CT1.003 Young beauties force yo%5r%6 loue, and thats a Rape:
050.CT1.004 This doth but Councell, yet you cannot scape.
050.CT1.005 If t'were a shame to loue, here twere noe shame,
050.CT1.006 Affection here takes reuerences Name.
050.CT1.007 Were her first yeares the Golden age? Thats true:
050.CT1.008 But now shee's gold oft tryed, and euer newe,
050.CT1.009 That was her Torrid, and inflaming tyme;
050.CT1.010 This is her habitable Tropique clyme.
050.CT1.011 ffaire eyes, who askes more heat then comes from hence,
050.CT1.012 Hee in a feauer wishes pestilence
050.CT1.013 Call not those wrindes graues; if graues they were,
050.CT1.014 They were Loues graues; for els hee is noe where. [CW:Yet]
050.CT1.015 Yet lyes not Loue dead here, but here doth sitt [p.14
050.CT1.016 Vowed to this trench, like an Anchoritt.
050.CT1.017 And here, till her, w%5ch%6 must bee his, death come,
050.CT1.018 Hee doth not digg a graue, but build a tombe.
050.CT1.019 Here dwells hee, though hee soiourne euery where
050.CT1.020 In Progress, yet his standing house is here.
050.CT1.021 Here, where still Euening is, not Noone, nor night
050.CT1.022 Where noe voluptuosness, yet all delight.
050.CT1.023 In all her words, vnto all hearers fitt
050.CT1.024 You may at Reuills, you at Councell sitt.
050.CT1.025 This is loues Tymber, youth her vnderwood;
050.CT1.026 There hee as wine in Iune, enrages bloud
050.CT1.027 W%5ch%6 then comes seasonablest, when our tast,
050.CT1.028 And appetite to other things is past.
050.CT1.029 Zerzes strange Lidian loue, the Phatane tree
050.CT1.030 Was lou'd for age, none being soe large as shee.
050.CT1.031 Or els because being young, Nature did blesse
050.CT1.032 Her youth w%5th%6 ages glorie, Barrennesse.
050.CT1.033 If wee loue things long sought, age is a thing
050.CT1.034 W%5ch%6 wee are fiftie yeares in compassinge.
050.CT1.035 If transitorie things w%5ch%6 soone decay
050.CT1.036 Age must bee loueliest at the latest day
050.CT1.037 But name not winter faces, whose skinns slack,
050.CT1.038 Lanck, as an vnthriftes purse; but a soules sacke
050.CT1.039 Whose eyes seek light w%5th%6in, for all here is shade
050.CT1.040 Whose mouthes are holes, rather worn out then made, [CW:Whose]
050.CT1.041 Whose euerie tooth, to a seuerall place is gone [p.15
050.CT1.042 To vexe their soules at Resurrection.
050.CT1.043 Name not these liuing deaths heads vnto mee,
050.CT1.044 ffor these not antient but antiques bee.
050.CT1.045 I hate extreames; yet I had rather stay
050.CT1.046 W%5th%6 Tombes, then Cradles to weare out a day
050.CT1.047 Since such loues naturall=lation is may still
050.CT1.048 My loue descend, and Iourney downe the hill
050.CT1.049 Not panting after growing beauties, soe
050.CT1.050 I shall ebb on w%5th%6 them whoe homeward Goe.
050.CT1.0SS ffinis|
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