LOVE AND LUST.
Call it not love, for love to heaven is fled,
Since fweating left on earth ufurps his name;
Under whofe fimple femblance he hath fed
Upon fresh beauty, blotting it with blame;
Which the hot tyrant ftains, and foon bereaves,
As caterpillars do the tender leaves.

Love comforteth, like fun-fhine after rain,
But luft's effect is tempeft after fun;

Love's gentle fpring doth always fresh remain,

Luft's winter comes ere fummer half be done.'
Love forfeits not; luft like a glutton dies:
Love is all truth; luft full of forged lyes.
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LUCRETI A.

Her lily hand her rofy cheek lies under,
Cozening the pillow of a lawful kifs;
Who therefore angry, feems to part in funder,
Swelling on either fide to want his blifs;
Between whofe hills her head intombed is ;
Where, like a virtuous monument, the lies,
To be admir'd of lewd unhallow'd eyes.

Without the bed her other fair hand was,
On the green coverlet; whofe perfect white
Show'd like an April daify on the grafs,
With pearly fweat refembling dew of night.
Her eyes, like marigolds, had fheath'd their light,
And, canopied in darknefs, fweetly lay,
Till they might open to adorn the day.

Her hair, like golden threads, play'd with her breath;
O modeft wantons! wanton modefty!
Showing life's triumph in the map of death,
And death's dim look in life's mortality.
Each in her fleep themfelves fo beautify,

As if between them twain there were no ftrife,
But that life liv'd in death, and death in life.

Her breafts, like ivory globes circled with blue,
A pair of maiden worlds unconquered,
Save of their Lord no bearing yoke they knew,

And

RENOTIES of SHAKSPEARE'S POEMS And him by oath they truly honoured:

Thefe worlds in Tarquin new
in new ambition bred
Who, like a foul ufurper,
r, went about bbctur Sæs
From this fair throne to heave the owner out.

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alb hLauris vĩ.o it Hati of monodT O deeper fin than bottomlefs conceit woods and Can comprehend in ftill imagination! bouwstad sdT Drunken defire muft vomit his receipt, aw 10.10 Ere he can fee his own abomination.must agrestin While luft is in his pride, no exclamation

Can curb his heat, or rein his rafh defire,

Till, like a jade, self
a jade, felf-will himfelf doth tire.

And then with lank and lean difcolour'd cheek, mora
With heavy eye, knit brow, and ftrengthlefs pace,A
Feeble defire, all recreant, poor, and meek, SAT
Like to a bankrupt beggar wails his cafe:rch odw
The flesh being proud, defire doth fight with grace,
For there it revels; and when that decays,
The guilty rebel for remiffion prays.waldon

Ibid.

MAROR INA GE.Jose modw mo17 Let me not to the marriage of true mindsetused sifT Admit impediments. Love is not loves zavil ordT Which alters when it alteration finds, sadi boel vaM Or bends with the remover to remove:

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark,

mel aids va

That looks on tempefts, and is never fhaken || 94T
It is the ftar to every wandering bark,
Whofe worth's unknown, although his height be taken,
Love's not Time's fool, though rofy lips and cheeks↑
Within his bending fickle's compafs come;

Love alters not with his brief hours. and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be

I neverror, and upon me prov'd, sted I medW

They that have

nor no man ever lov'd.ugg-doirsdr

MIS CHIE F.

power

Sonnets,No. 146.
Ismas elsrd bn A

to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing they moft do fhow, b Who, moving others, are themfelves as ftone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation flow;

They

They rightly do inherit heaven's graces,
And husband nature's riches from expence
They are the lords and owners of their faces,
Others but ftewards of their excellence.
The fummer's flower is to the fummer fweet,
Though to itself it only live and die;

But if that flower with bafe infection meet,jiyansah,
The bafeft weed out braves his dignity ::

For fweetest things turn foureft by their deeds;
Lilies that fefter, fmell far worse than weeds.w
15 homilia andi palang led Sonnets, No. 94.

M.ORNING.

Lo! here the gentle lark, weary of reft,
From his moift cabinet mounts up on high,
And wakes the Morning, from whofe filver breaft
The fun arifeth in his majefty

Who doth the world fo gloriously behold,
That cedar-tops and hills feem burnish'd gold.
Venus falutes him with this fair good-morrow:
O thou clear God, and patron of all light,
From whom each lamp and fhining ftar doth borrow
The beauteous influence that makes him bright,

There lives a fon, that fuck'd an earthly mother, May lend thee light, as thou doft lend to other. fadrinsrebro Venus) and Adonis.

By this lamenting, Philomel had ended
The well-tun'd warble of her nightly forrow,
The folemn night with flow fad gait defcended
To ugly hell; when lo, the bluft'ring morrow
Lends light to all fair eyes that light will borrow.
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MORTALITY.

When I have feen by Time's fell hand defac'd
The rich-proud coft of out-worn bury'd age;
When fometime lofty towers I fee down-ras'd,
And brafs eternal flave to mortal rage;
When I I have feen the hungry ocean gain
Advantage on the kingdom of the fhore,
And the firm foil win of the
try main,
watry
Increafing ftore with lofs, and lofs with ftore;

When

SAT
268 The BEAUTIES of SHAKSPEARE'S POEMS.
When I have feen fuch interchange of ftate,sion of
White itdelf confounded to decay or w
Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate-

That Time will come and take my love away.lid W
This thought is as a death, which cannot choose
But weep to have that which it fears to lofe.
Sonnets, No. 64.

Since brafs, nor ftone, nor earth, nor boundlefs fea
But fad Mortality o'erfways their power,
How with this rage fhall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no ftronger than a flower?
O how fhall fummer's honey-breath hold out
Against the wreckful fiege of battering days,
When rocks impregnable are not fo ftout,
Nor gates of fteel fo ftrong, but time decays?.
O fearful meditation! where, alack!
Shall Time's beft jewel from Time's cheft lie hid
Or what ftrong hand can hold his fwift foot back
Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid ?

O none, unless this miracle have might, g
That in black ink my love may fill hine brightiive
Soanets, No. 65.

MUSICA ÎN D. PO E TREE Land

If mufic and fweet poetry agree,

As they must needs, the fifter and the brother,
Then must the love. be great 'twixt thee and me! Vir
Because thou lov'ft the one, and I the other.
Dowland to thee is dear, whofe heavenly touchi
Upon the fute doth ravish human fenfe;
Kamus.fgia O
Spenfer to me, whofe deep conceit is fuch,

As paffing all conceit, needs no defence. disbomum!

Thou lov't to hear the fweet melodious found,
That Phoebus' lute, the queen of mufic, makes
And I in deep delight am chiefly drown'd,
When as himself to finging he betakes.

One god is god of both, as poets feign;
One knight loves both, and both in thee remain.

NIGHT.

Pahonate Pilgrim.

Now ftole upon the time the dead of night,
When heavy fleep had clos'd up mortal eyes;

Να

BEAUTIES of SHAKSPEARE'S POEMS. 269 No comfortable ftar did lend his light,

No noife but owls' and wolves' death-boding cries:
Now serves the season that they may furprise

The filly lambs; pure thoughts are dead and ftill,
While Luft and Murder wake to ftain and kill.
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O comfort-killing night, image of hell!
Dim register and notary of fhame!

Black ftage for tragedies and murders fell!
Vaft fin-concealing chaos! nurfe of blame!
Blind muffled bawd! dark harbour for defame!'
Grim cave of death, whifpering confpirator
With clofe-tongued treafon, and the ravisher!!
Q hateful, vaporous, and foggy night,
Since thou art guilty of my cureless crime,
Mufter thy
mifts to meet the eaftern light,
Make war against proportion'd course of time!
Or if thou wilt permit the fun to climb

His wonted height, yet, ere he go to bed,
Knit poifonous clouds about his golden head..
With rotten damps ravifh the morning air;
Let their exhal'd unwholesome breaths make fick
The life of purity, the fupreme fair,

Ere he arrive his weary noon-tide prick;
And let thy mifty vapours march fo thick,
That in their fmoky ranks his fmother'd light.
May fet at noon, and make perpetual night.
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O night, thouk furnace of foul-reeking fmoke,
Let not the jealous day behold that face
Which underneath thy black all-hiding cloak
Immodeftly lies martyr'd with difgrace!
Keep ftill poffeffion of thy gloomy place,.
That all the faults which in thy reign are made,
May likewise be sepulchred in thy fhade..

Ibid.

OLD AGE. 6 has chong eno When I do count the clock that tells the time, STO And see the brave day funk in hideous night; When I behold the violet paft prime,

And fable curls, all filver'd o'er with white; 10 Z3 solo bad quali

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