IDENTILIN$$ F050O16 Eng. poet. e.14 (ff. 38r-v)/ TJS/mf/1-31-92/cor EWS/o/5-30-92
050.O16.0HE Dr: Dun his Widdow
050.O16.001 No Springe nor So%Mmer beawty hath such Grace
050.O16.002 As I have seene in an %1Autumnall%2 Face;
050.O16.003 Yongue beawtyes force y%5r%6 Love, & that's a %1Rape%2
050.O16.004 This doth but Cowncell; yet yow cannott scape:
050.O16.005 If'twere a shame to love, heere tis no shame
050.O16.006 Affection heere takes Reverences Name;
050.O16.007 Were her first yeares y%5e%6 Golden Age? that's trew
050.O16.008 But now she's Gold oft tride, & ever new;
050.O16.009 That was her torrid & inflaming tyme
050.O16.010 This is her habitable %1Tropick%2 Line:
050.O16.011 Faire Eyes, who askes more heat then comes from \hence
050.O16.012 He's in a Fever, wishes Pestilence.
050.O16.013 Call not these wrinkles Graves, if Graves they were
050.O16.014 They were Loves Graves, for else he is no where;
050.O16.015 Yet lyes not Love dead heere, but heere doth sitt
050.O16.016 Vowd to this. Trench, like an %1Anchoritt%2
050.O16.017 And heere, %Jtill%K[%1var%2:>%5%Yin%Z%6<] her wch must be his, death come
050.O16.018 He doth not digg a Grave but build a Tombe:
050.O16.019 Heere dwells Hee, thowgh he soiourne every where
050.O16.020 In progress; yet his standing howse is heere
050.O16.021 Heere, where still Evening is, not noone, nor Night
050.O16.022 Where no voluptuousness yet all delight.
050.O16.023 In all her words, vnto all hearers fitt
050.O16.024 Yow may at %1Revells%2 & at Cowncells sitt;
050.O16.025 This is Loves Timber, yowth her vnderwood
050.O16.026 where he, (as Wine in Iune) inrages blood
050.O16.027 Wch then comes seasonablest, where o%5r%6 tast
050.O16.028 And appetite to other things is past
050.O16.029 [%1blank%2] strange Lidian Love, y%5e%6 Platane Tree [f.38v
050.O16.030 Was lov'd for Age, none being so old as shee
050.O16.031 Or bycawse being yongue, Nature did bless
050.O16.032 Her yowth, wch->>with< Age Glory Barrenness.
050.O16.033 If we love things longe sowght, Age is a thinge
050.O16.034 W%5ch%6 we are fifty yeares in Compassing?
050.O16.035 If transitory things? w%5ch%6 soone dacay->>decay<
050.O16.036 Age must be lovelyest at y%5e%6 latest day?
050.O16.037 But name not Winter Faces, whose skinn slack
050.O16.038 Lanke (as vnthrifts Purses) but a sowles sack
050.O16.039 Whose Eyes seeke light within; for all heere's shade
050.O16.040 Whose Mowths are holes, rather worne out, then made
050.O16.041 Whose %1Ivory%2 tooth to a severall place is gone
050.O16.042 To vexe theyr sowles at y%5e%6 %1Resurrection%2
050.O16.043 Name not these living deaths heads vnto me
050.O16.044 For these not auntient but Antiques be:
050.O16.045 I hate extremes, yet I had rather stay
050.O16.046 With Tombes, then Cradles to weare owt a day
050.O16.047 Since such Love Natures a'lation is, may still
050.O16.048 My love descend & iowrney downe the Hill
050.O16.049 Not panting after growing beawtys, soe
050.O16.050 I shall ebb on with them y%5t%6 homeward goe?
050.O16.0SS [flourish]                             
050.O16.0$$ %1ll. 49-50 ind 3sp; space for missing first word (Xerxes) in l. 
            29; follows an non-Donne poem,and precedes%2 D:Dun To his M%5rs%6 
            when he was to travayle %1--ValMourn; EWS-this poem is in the dark 
            ink used previously by scribe for touch up--it's also scribal%2