IDENTILIN$$ F050DT1 Dublin ms. 877\ff.34v-35\pp.44-5\EWS\o\4-28-86\P:JSC\mf\C:JSC 050.DT1.0HE %X%1Elegie%2.| 050.DT1.001 Noe springe, nor summer beautie, hath such grace 050.DT1.002 as I haue seene in one Autumnall face 050.DT1.003 Yong beauties force yo%5r%6 loue, and that's a Rape 050.DT1.004 this doth but Councell, yet you cannot scape. 050.DT1.005 If t'were a shame to loue, here t'were noe shame 050.DT1.006 Affection here takes reverences Name. 050.DT1.007 We're her first yeares the Golden age? That's true: 050.DT1.008 But nowe shee's gold ofte try'ed, and euer newe. 050.DT1.009 That was her Torrid, and inflameing tyme; 050.DT1.010 This is her habitable Tropique Clyme. 050.DT1.011 ffaire eyes, who askes more heat, then comes from hence, 050.DT1.012 Hee in a feauer wishes Pestilence. 050.DT1.013 Call not those wrindes Graues; if Graues they were 050.DT1.014 They were Loues Graues, for else hee is noe where. 050.DT1.015 Yet lyes not Loue dead here, but here doth sitt 050.DT1.016 Vow'ed to this trench like an Anchorite, 050.DT1.017 And here, till her, w%5ch%6 must bee his, death come, [CW:Hee] 050.DT1.018 Hee doth not digg a Graue, but build a Tombe. [f.35/p.45] 050.DT1.019 Heere dwells hee, though hee soiourne euery where 050.DT1.020 In Progress, yet his standing house is here. 050.DT1.021 Here, where still Euening is, not Noone, nor Night 050.DT1.022 Where noe voluptuousnes, yet all delight. 050.DT1.023 In all her words, vnto all hearers fitt 050.DT1.024 You may at Reuells, you at Councell sitt. 050.DT1.025 This is Loues Timber, Youth her Vnder-wood; 050.DT1.026 There hee, as wine in Iune, enrages bloud, 050.DT1.027 W%5ch%6 then comes seasonablest, when our tast, 050.DT1.028 and appetite to other things is past. 050.DT1.029 Zerxes strange Lydian Loue, the Platane tree, 050.DT1.030 was lou'd for age, none being soe large as shee. 050.DT1.031 Or els because being yonge, Nature did blesse 050.DT1.032 her youth w%5th%6 Ages glorie, Barrennesse. 050.DT1.033 If wee loue things long sought, age is a thinge 050.DT1.034 W%5ch%6 wee are fifty yeares in Compassinge. 050.DT1.035 If transitorie things, w%5ch%6 soone decaye, 050.DT1.036 Age must bee loueliest at the latest daye. 050.DT1.037 But name not winter faces, whose skinns slack 050.DT1.038 Lanke, as an vnthrifts pursse; but a soules sack 050.DT1.039 Whose eyes seeke light w%5th%6in, for all here is shade 050.DT1.040 whose mouthes are holes, rather worne-out, then made, 050.DT1.041 whose euery tooth to a seuerall place is gone, 050.DT1.042 To vexe their soules, at Resurrection; 050.DT1.043 Name not these liveing deaths-heads vnto mee, 050.DT1.044 ffor these not antient, but antiques bee. 050.DT1.045 I hate extreames; yet I had rather staye 050.DT1.046 w%5th%6 tombes, then cradles to weare-out a day. 050.DT1.047 Since such Loues naturall=lation is may still 050.DT1.048 my Loue descend, & iourney downe the hill 050.DT1.049 Not panting after growing beauties, soe 050.DT1.050 I shall ebbe-on, w%5th%6 them whoe homeward goe.| 050.DT1.0SS ffinis [CW:Image] 050.DT1.0$$ %1No ind.; SS to right of last line.%2