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"Since thou art dead, lo! here I prophesy, "Sorrow on love hereafter shall attend; "It shall be waited on with jealousy, "Find sweet beginning, but unsavoury end; "Ne'er settled equally, but high or low; "That all love's pleasure shall not match his
"It shall be fickle, false, and full of fraud; "Bud and be blasted in a breathing while; "The bottom poison, and the top o'erstraw'd "With sweets, that shall the truest sight beguile :
"The strongest body shall it make most weak, "Strike the wise dumb, and teach the fool to
"It shall be sparing, and too full of riot, "Teaching decrepit age to tread the measures;44 "The staring ruffian shall it keep in quiet, "Pluck down the rich, enrich the poor with treasures:
"It shall be raging mad, and silly mild, "Make the young old, the old become a child.
"It shall suspect where is no cause of fear; "It shall not fear where it should most mistrust; “It shall be merciful, and too severe,
"And most deceiving, when it seems most just;
44 measures] A measure was a solemn dance with measured steps.
"It shall be cause of war, and dire events,
"Sith in his prime death doth my love destroy, "They that love best, their loves shall not enjoy."
"Perverse it shall be, where it shows most toward, "Put fear to valour, courage to the coward.
By this, the boy that by her side lay kill'd,
She bows her head, the new sprung flower to smell,
And says, within her bosom it shall dwell,
She crops the stalk, and in the breach appears
"Poor flower," quoth she, "this was thy father's guise,
(Sweet issue of a more sweet smelling sire)
"For every little grief to wet his eyes:
"Here was thy father's bed, here in my breast; "Thou art the next of blood, and 'tis thy right: "Lo! in this hollow cradle take thy rest,
"My throbbing heart shall rock thee day and night: "There shall not be one minute in an hour "Wherein I will not kiss my sweet love's flower."
Thus weary of the world, away she hies,
Means to immure herself, and not be seen.