When lofty trees I fee barren of leaves, sin reinq edT Which erft from heat did canopy the herd, adquo saT And fummer's green all girded up in heaves, a soifuĮ. Borne on the bier with white and briftly heard; soivÀ Then of thy beauty do I queftion make, in uedT That thou the among of time must go, distV waftes Since fweets and beauties do themfelves forfake, ATAnd die as fast as they fee others grows du And nothing 'gainit Time's fcy the can make defence, fcythe Save breed, to brave him, when he takes thee hence. Sonnets, No. 12

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O Opportunity! thy guilt is great row antialleyM
'Tis thou that execut ft the traitor's treafon; und W
Thou fet'ft the wolf where he the lamb may get;lin?
Whoever plots the fin, thou point'ft the feafon; valine
'Tis thou that fpurn'ft at right, at law, at reafon D
And in thy fhady cell, where none may fpy him,
Sits Sin, to feize the fouls that wander by him.sk
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Thou mak'ft the veftal violate her oath;
Thou blow'ft the fire when temperance is thaw'd;"
Thou fmother'ft honefty, thou murder'ft troth;
Thou foul abettor ! thou notorious bawd!

Thou planteft fcandal, and difplaceft laud: Loob ay
Thou ravisher, thou traitor, thou falfe thief,ed aut
Thy honey turns to gall, thy joy to grief at diw
Thy fecret pleasure turns to open fhame, ved my
Thy private feafting to a public faft; to 1st 101 sud 1
Thy Imoothing title to a ragged name; 390g 0%
Thy fugar'd tongue to bitter worthwood tafted!!
"Thy violent vanities can never laft.

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Being fo bad, fuch numbers feek for thee T
When wilt thou be the humble fuppliant's friend, baA
And bring him where his fuit may be obtain'd vedoT
When wilt thou fort an hour great ftrifes to end ?
Or free that foul which wretchednefs hath chain'd
Give phyfic to the fick, eafe to the pain'd? mag
The poor, lame, blind, halt, creep, cry out for

thee;

But they ne'er meet with Opportunity.

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The patient dies while the phyfician fleep';vitol asiw
The orphan pines while the oppreffor feeds;
Juftice is feafting while the widow weeps;
Advice is fporting while infection breeds;
Thou grant'ft no time for charitable deeds:
Wrath, envy, treafon, rape, and murder's rages,
Thy heinous hours wait on them as their pages.
When Truth and Virtue have to do with thee,
A thoufand croffes keep them from thy aid;
They buy thy help: but Sin ne'er gives a fee,
He gratis comes; and thou art well appay'd
As well to hear as grant what he hath faid.
My Collatine would effe have come to me
When Tarquin did, but he was stay'd by thee.
Guilty thou art of murder and of theft;
Guilty of perjury and fubornation;
Guilty of treafon, forgery, and shift;
Guilty of inceft, that abomination:
An acceffary by thine inclination

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To all fins paft, and all that are to come,
From the creation to the general doom.

PRINCE S.

Rape of Lucrece

This deed will make thee only lov'd for fear,
But happy monarchs ftill are fear'd for love:
With foul offenders thou perforce must bear,
When they in thee the like offences prove:
If but for fear of this, thy will remove;

For princes are the glafs, the fchool, the book,
Where fubjects' eyes do learn, do read, do look.

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They think not but that every eye can fee

The fame difgrace which they themfelves behold;
And therefore would they still in darkness be,

To have their anfeen fin remain untold;

For they their guilt with weeping will unfold,
And grave like water that doth eat in steel,

Upon my cheeks what helpless fhame I feel. Ibid. tol tug Yo

SINGLE LIFE.

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Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye, vale tule That thou confum'ft thyfelf in fingle life?

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Ah! if thou iffuelefs fhalt hap to die,,

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The world will wail thee, like a makelefs wife;
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The world will be thy widow and till weep,
That thou no form of thee haft left behind,
When every private widow well may keep 9 9
By children's eyes, her husband's fhape in mind.
Look, what an unthrift in the world doth spend, q
Shifts but his place, for ftill the world enjoys it
But beauty's wafte hath in the world an end,,
And kept unus'd, the ufer fo deftroys it..
No love toward others in that bofom fits,
That on himself.fuch murderous fhame commits.

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SLAN DERULA diddy to rated. That thou art blam'd fhall not be thy defect, iw elad For flander's mark was ever yet the fair, The ornament of beauty is fufpect, A crow that flies in heaven's fweetest air. to viliog eð So thou be good, flander doth but approved va Thy worth the greater, being woo'd of time brysted For canker vice the fweeteft buds doth love, mbisons And thou prefent'ft a pure unftained prime. stue oT Thou haft paft by the ambush of young days.

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Yet this thy praife cannot be fo thy praife,

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To tie up envy, evermore enlarg'd:

If fome fufpect of ill mafk'd not thy how,igamiT Then thou alone, kingdoms of hearts should't owe. I

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The heavy motion that it doth behold,

When every part a part of woe doth beard

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"Tis but a part of forrow that we hear do boat oT' Deep founds make leffer noife than fhallow fo And forrow ebbs, being blown with wind of words.

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TANTALIZING..

TAN TALIZING. 'Tis double death to drown in ken of fhore;A He ten times pines, that pines beholding food; To fee the falve doth make the wound ake more; Great grief grieves moft at that would do it goods. Deep woes roll forward like a gentle flood,

Who, being ftopp'd, the bounding banks o'er-flows: Grief dallied with, nor law nor limit knows.

TIME.

Ibid.

Mishapen Time, copesmate of ugly night,
Swift fubtle poft, carrier of grifley care;
Eater of youth, falfe flave to falfe delight,
Bafe watch of woes, fin's pack-horse, virtue's fnare,
Thou hurfeft all, and murdereft all that are.
O hear me then, injurious shifting time!
Be guilty of my death, fince of my crime.
Why hath thy fervant, opportunity,
Betray'd the hours thou gay'ft me to repofer
Cancel'd my fortunes, and enchained me
To endless date of never-ending woes?
Time's office is to fine the hate of foes;
To eat up error by opinion bred,
Not fpend the dowry of a lawful bed.
Time's glory is to calm contending kings,
To unmak-falfhood, and bring truth to light,
To ftamp the feal of time in aged things,
To wake the morn, and fentinel the night,
To wrong the wronger till he render right;
To ruinate proud buildings with thy hours,
And smear with duft their glittering golden towers
To fill with worm-holes ftately monuments,
To feed oblivion with decay of things,
To blot old books, and alter their contents,
To pluck the quills from ancient ravens' wings,
the old oak's fap, and cherish fprings,

To dry

To fpoil antiquities of hammer'd fteel,

And turn the giddy round of fortune's wheel:

To fhew the beldame daughters of her daughter, VT
To make the child a man, the man a child,
To flay the tyger that doth live by flaughter,
To tame the unicorn and lion wild;
To mock the fubtle, in themfelves beguil'd;

To chear the ploughman with increafeful crops,
And wafte huge ftones with little water drops.
Why work'st thou mischief in thy pilgrimage,"
Unless thou could't return to make amends?
One poor retiring minute in an age

Would purchafe thee a thousand thousand friends,
Lending him wit, that to bad debtors lends:

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O, this dread night, would't thou one hour come back,

I could prevent this ftorm, and fhun, this wrack!

Rape of Luarece..

Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,

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And make the earth devour her own fweet broodgi vilW
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tyger's jaws,
And burn the long-liv'd phoenix in her blood;
Make fad and forry feafons as thou fleet'ft,
And do whate'er thou wilt, fwift-footed Time,
To the wide world and all her fading fweets
But I forbid thee one moft heinous crime:
O carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow,
Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen,
Him in thy courfe untainted do allow,
For beauty's pattern to fucceeding men. To esboleT
Yet do thy worft, old Time: difpute thy wrong,
My love fhall in my verfe ever live younges
Sonnets, No. 19.

No Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change,
The pyramids built up with newer might
To me are nothing novel, nothing strange;
They are but dreffings of a former fight.
Our dates are brief, and therefore we admire
What thou doft foift upon us that is old,
And rather make them born to our defire,

Than think that we before have heard them told..

Thy