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1 And down I laid to list the sad tuned tale,
8 Time had not seethed all that youth begun,
5 Laundering the silken figures in the brine,
3 As often shrieking undistinguished woe,
1 In clamours of all size both high and low.
8 Her hair nor loose nor tied in formal plat,
5 And true to bondage would not break from thence,
3 Of amber crystal and of bedded Jet,
1 Which one by one she in a river threw,
8 Bidding them find their Sepulchres in mud,
5 And often kissed, and often gave to tear,
3 Ink would have seemed more black and damned here!
1 This said in top of rage the lines she rents,
8 In brief the grounds and motives of her woe.
5 If that from him there may be ought applied
3 Father she says, "though in me you behold
1 The injury of many a blasting hour;
8 O one by nature's outwards so commended,
5 His browny locks did hang in crooked curls,
3 What's sweet to do, to do will aptly find,
1 Each eye that saw him did enchant the mind:
8 And nice affections wavering stood in doubt
5 As oft twixt May and April is to see,
3 Did livery falseness in a pride of truth.
1 Well could he ride, and often men would say
8 His real habitude gave life and grace
5 Pieced not his grace but were all graced by him.
3 All replication prompt, and reason strong
1 For his advantage still did wake and sleep,
8 Consent's bewitched, ere he desire have granted,
5 Like fools that in the imagination set
3 And labouring in more pleasures to bestow them,
1 Than the true gouty Land-lord which doth owe them.
8 Yet did I not as some my equals did
5 Of proofs new bleeding which remained the foil
3 The destined ill she must her self assay,
1 Or forced examples against her own content
8 For fear of harms that preach in our behoof;
5 And knew the patterns of his foul beguiling,
3 Knew vows, were ever brokers to defiling,
1 Thought Characters and words merely but art,
8 Till now did ne'er invite nor never vow.
5 They sought their shame that so their shame did find,
3 Among the many that mine eyes have seen,
1 Not one whose flame my heart so much as warmed,
8 Figuring that they their passions likewise lent me
5 And Lo behold these talents of their heir,
3 Their kind acceptance, weepingly beseeched,
1 With the annexions of fair gems enriched,
8 With objects manifold; each several stone,
5 But yield them up where I my self must render:
3 Since I their Altar, you enpatron me.
1 Oh then advance (of yours) that phraseless hand,
8 Or Sister sanctified of holiest note,
5 To spend her living in eternal love.
3 Playing the Place which did no form receive,
1 Playing patient sports in unconstrained gyves,
8 Religious love put out religion's eye:
5 Have emptied all their fountains in my well:
3 Must for your victory us all congest,
1 As compound love to physic your cold breast.
8 When thou impressed what are precepts worth
5 And sweetens in the suffering pangs it bears,
3 Feeling it break, with bleeding groans they pine,
1 And supplicant their sighs to you extend
8 With brinish current down-ward flowed a pace:
5 In the small orb of one particular tear?
3 What breast so cold that is not warmed here,
1 Or cleft effect, cold modesty hot wrath:
8 His poisoned me, and mine did him restore.
5 In either's aptness as it best deceives:
3 That not a heart which in his level came,
1 Could escape the hail of his all hurting aim,
8 That the unexperient gave the tempter place,
5 O that infected moisture of his eye,
3 O that sad breath his spongy lungs bestowed,
1 O all that borrowed motion seeming owed,
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3 My spirit's to attend this double voice accorded,
1 And down I laid to list the sad tuned tale,
5 Which fortified her visage from the Sun,
2 The carcass of a beauty spent and done,
3 Some beauty peeped, through lattice of seared age.
1 Oft did she heave her Napkin to her eye,
5 As often shrieking undistinguished woe,
2 Some-times her leveled eyes their carriage ride,
3 To the orbed earth; sometimes they do extend,
1 Their view right on, anon their gazes lend,
5 For some untucked descended her sheaved hat,
2 Some in her threaden fillet still did bide,
3 A thousand favours from a maund she drew,
1 Of amber crystal and of beaded Jet,
5 Where want cries some; but where excess begs all.
2 Which she perused, sighed, tore and gave the flood,
3 Found yet more letters sadly penned in blood,
1 With sleided silk, feat and affectedly
5 What unapproved witness dost thou bear!
2 This said in top of rage the lines she rents,
3 Sometime a blusterer that the ruffle knew
1 Of Court of City, and had let go by
5 So slides he down upon his grained bat;
2 When he again desires her, being sat,
3 Which may her suffering ecstasy assuage
1 'Tis promised in the charity of age.
5 I might as yet have been a spreading flower
2 Love to my self, and to no Love beside.
3 O one by nature's outwards so commended,
1 That maiden's eyes stuck over all his face,
5 And every light occasion of the wind
2 What's sweet to do, to do will aptly find,
3 What largeness thinks in paradise was sawn.
1 Small show of man was yet upon his chin,
5 And nice affections wavering stood in doubt
2 His qualities were beauteous as his form,
3 As oft twixt May and April is to see,
1 When winds breathe sweet, untidy though they be.
5 Proud of subjection, noble by the sway,
2 And controversy hence a question takes,
3 But quickly on this side the verdict went,
1 His real habitude gave life and grace
5 Pieced not his grace but were all graced by him.
2 All kinds of arguments and question deep,
3 To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep:
1 He had the dialect and different skill,
5 In personal duty, following where he haunted,
2 And dialogued for him what he would say,
3 To serve their eyes, and in it put their mind,
1 Like fools that in the imagination set
5 So many have that never touched his hand
2 My woeful self that did in freedom stand,
3 Threw my affections in his charmed power,
1 Reserved the stalk and gave him all my flower.
5 Experience for me many bulwarks builded
2 Of this false Jewel, and his amorous spoil.
3 Or forced examples against her own content
1 To put the by-past perils in her way?
5 That we must curb it upon others' proof,
2 For fear of harms that preach in our behoof;
3 Though reason weep and cry it is thy last.
1 For further I could say this man's untrue,
5 Thought Characters and words merely but art,
2 And long upon these terms I held my City,
3 And be not of my holy vows afraid,
1 That's to ye sworn to none was ever said,
5 Love made them not, with acture they may be,
2 They sought their shame that so their shame did find,
3 Among the many that mine eyes have seen,
1 Not one whose flame my heart so much as warmed,
5 And reigned commanding in his monarchy.
2 Of paled pearls and rubies red as blood:
3 In bloodless white, and the encrimsoned mood,
1 Effects of terror and dear modesty,
5 Their kind acceptance, weepingly beseeched,
2 And deep brained sonnets that did amplify
3 Whereto his invised properties did tend,
1 The deep green Emerald in whose fresh regard,
5 Lo all these trophies of affections hot,
2 Nature hath charged me that I hoard them not,
3 For these of force must your oblations be,
1 Since I their Altar, you enpatron me.
5 What me your minister for you obeys
2 Their distract parcels, in combined sums.
3 Which late her noble suit in court did shun,
1 Whose rarest havings made the blossoms dote,
5 The thing we have not, mastering what not strives,
2 Playing patient sports in unconstrained gyves,
3 And makes her absence valiant, not her might.
1 Oh pardon me in that my boast is true,
5 Not to be tempted would she be enured,
2 How mighty then you are, Oh hear me tell,
3 And mine I pour your Ocean all among:
1 I strong o'er them and you o'er me being strong,
5 Believed her eyes, when they to assail begun,
2 O most potential love, vow, bond, nor space
3 When thou impress'st what are precepts worth
1 Of stale example? when you will inflame,
5 The Aloes of all forces, shocks and fears.
2 Feeling it break, with bleeding groans they pine,
3 Lending soft audience, to my sweet design,
1 And credent soul, to that strong bonded oath,
5 With brinish current down-ward flowed a pace:
2 Who glazed with Crystal gate the glowing Roses,
3 In the small orb of one particular tear?
1 But with the inundation of the eyes:
5 For lo his passion but an art of craft,
2 There my white stole of chastity I daffed,
3 All melting, though our drops this difference bore,
1 His poisoned me, and mine did him restore.
5 In either's aptness as it best deceives:
2 Or to turn white and swoon at tragic shows.
3 Showing fair Nature is both kind and tame:
1 And veiled in them did win whom he would maim,
5 The naked and concealed fiend he covered,
2 Which like a Cherubin above them hovered,
3 What I should do again for such a sake.
1 O that infected moisture of his eye,
5 Would yet again betray the fore-betrayed,
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1 My spirits t'attend this double voice accorded,
5 Upon her head a platted hive of straw,
3 The carcass of a beauty spent and done,
2 Nor youth all quit, but spite of heaven's fell rage,
1 Some beauty peeped, through lettice of seared age.
5 And often reading what contents it bears:
3 Some-times her levelled eyes their carriage ride,
2 Sometime diverted their poor balls are tide,
1 To the orbed earth; sometimes they do extend,
5 Proclaimed in her a careless hand of pride;
3 Some in her threaden fillet still did bide,
2 Though slackly braided in loose negligence.
1 A thousand favours from a maund she drew,
5 Or Monarch's hands that lets not bounty fall,
3 Which she perused, sighed, tore and gave the flood,
2 Bidding them find their Sepulchres in mud,
1 Found yet more letters sadly penned in blood,
5 What unapproved witness dost thou bear!
3 This said in top of rage the lines she rents,
2 A reverend man that grazed his cattle nigh,
1 Sometime a blusterer that the ruffle knew
5 In brief the grounds and motives of her woe.
3 When he again desires her, being sat,
2 If that from him there may be ought applied
1 Which may her suffering ecstasy assuage
5 Not age, but sorrow, over me hath power;
3 Love to my self, and to no Love beside.
2 A youthful suit it was to gain my grace;
1 O one by nature's outwards so commended,
5 His browny locks did hang in crooked curls,
3 What's sweet to do, to do will aptly find,
2 For on his visage was in little drawn,
1 What largeness thinks in paradise was sawn.
5 Yet showed his visage by that cost more dear,
3 His qualities were beauteous as his form,
2 Yet if men moved him, was he such a storm
1 As oft twixt May and April is to see,
5 That horse his mettle from his rider takes
3 And controversy hence a question takes,
2 Or he his manage, by the well doing Steed.
1 But quickly on this side the verdict went,
5 Can for additions, yet their purposed trim
3 All kinds of arguments and question deep,
2 For his advantage still did wake and sleep,
1 To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep:
5 To dwell with him in thoughts, or to remain
3 And dialogued for him what he would say,
2 Many there were that did his picture get
1 To serve their eyes, and in it put their mind,
5 Than the true gouty Land-lord which doth owe them.
3 My woeful self that did in freedom stand,
2 What with his art in youth and youth in art
1 Threw my affections in his charmed power,
5 With safest distance I mine honour shielded,
3 Of this false Jewel, and his amorous spoil.
2 The destined ill she must her self assay,
1 Or forced examples against her own content
5 Nor gives it satisfaction to our blood,
3 For fear of harms that preach in our behoof;
2 The one a palate hath that needs will taste,
1 Though reason weep and cry it is thy last.
5 Knew vows, were ever brokers to defiling,
3 And long upon these terms I held my City,
2 Have of my suffering youth some feeling pity
1 And be not of my holy vows afraid,
5 Are errors of the blood none of the mind:
3 They sought their shame that so their shame did find,
2 By how much of me their reproach contains,
1 Among the many that mine eyes have seen,
5 Kept hearts in liveries, but mine own was free,
3 Of pallid pearls and rubies red as blood:
2 Of grief and blushes, aptly understood
1 In bloodless white, and the encrimsoned mood,
5 I have received from many a several fair,
3 And deep brained sonnets that did amplify
2 The Diamond? why 'twas beautiful and hard,
1 Whereto his invised properties did tend,
5 With wit well blazoned smiled or made some moan.
3 Nature hath charged me that I hoard them not,
2 That is to you my origin and ender:
1 For these of force must your oblations be,
5 Hollowed with sighs that burning lungs did raise:
3 Their distract parcels, in combined sums.
2 Or Sister sanctified of holiest note,
1 Which late her noble suit in court did shun,
5 But oh my sweet what labour is't to leave,
3 Playing patient sports in unconstrained gyves,
2 The scars of battle escapes by the flight,
1 And makes her absence valiant, not her might.
5 Religious love put out religion's eye:
3 How mighty then you are, Oh hear me tell,
2 Have emptied all their fountains in my well:
1 And mine I pour your Ocean all among:
5 Who disciplined I dieted in grace,
3 O most potential love, vow, bond, nor space
2 For thou art all and all things else are thine.
1 When thou impressed what are precepts worth
5 And sweetens in the suffering pangs it bears,
3 Feeling it break, with bleeding groans they pine,
2 To leave the battery that you make 'gainst mine,
1 Lending soft audience, to my sweet design,
5 Each cheek a river running from a fount,
3 Who glazed with Crystal gate the glowing Roses,
2 Oh father, what a hell of witch-craft lies,
1 In the small orb of one particular tear?
5 Both fire from hence, and chill extincture hath.
3 There my white stole of chastity I daffed,
2 Appear to him as he to me appears:
1 All melting, though our drops this difference bore,
5 Or sounding paleness: and he takes and leaves,
3 Or to turn white and sound at tragic shows.
2 Could escape the hail of his all hurting aim,
1 Showing fair Nature is both kind and tame:
5 Thus merely with the garment of a grace,
3 Which like a Cherubin above them hovered,
2 Aye me I fell, and yet do question make,
1 What I should do again for such a sake.
5 O all that borrowed motion seeming owed,
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1 And down I laid to list the sad tuned tale,
8 Time had not seethed all that youth begun,
5 Laundering the silken figures in the brine,
9 Their view right on, anon their gazes lend,
9 Though slackly braided in loose negligence.
4 Upon whose weeping margin she was set,
4 Of folded schedules had she many a one,
5 With sleided silk, feat and affectedly
5 Cried O false blood thou register of lies,
3 Big discontent, so breaking their contents.
1 A reverend man that grazed his cattle nigh,
8 And comely distant sits he by her side,
5 'Tis promised in the charity of age.
9 A youthful suit it was to gain my grace;
9 What's sweet to do, to do will aptly find,
4 Small show of man was yet upon his chin,
4 Yet showed his visage by that cost more dear,
5 Yet if men moved him, was he such a storm
5 Well could he ride, and often men would say
3 What rounds, what bounds, what course what stop he makes
1 And controversy hence a question takes,
8 Can for additions, yet their purposed trim
5 For his advantage still did wake and sleep,
9 And dialogued for him what he would say,
9 So many have that never touched his hand
4 What with his art in youth and youth in art
4 Demand of him, nor being desired yielded,
5 Of this false Jewel, and his amorous spoil.
5 Counsel may stop a while what will not stay:
3 Nor gives it satisfaction to our blood,
1 That we must curb it upon others' proof,
8 Heard where his plants in others' Orchards grew,
5 And long upon these terms I held my City,
9 Love made them not, with acture they may be,
9 Harm have I done to them but ne'er was harmed,
4 Of pallid pearls and rubies red as blood:
4 Effects of terror and dear modesty,
5 Their kind acceptance, weepingly beseeched,
5 Whereto his invised properties did tend,
3 The heaven hewed Sapphire and the Opal blend
1 With objects manifold; each several stone,
8 Since I their Altar, you enpatron me.
5 What me your minister for you obeys
9 To spend her living in eternal love.
9 The accident which brought me to her eye,
4 Not to be tempted would she be enured,
4 Have emptied all their fountains in my well:
5 My parts had power to charm a sacred Sun,
5 In thee hath neither sting, knot, nor confine
3 Of stale example? when you will inflame,
1 How coldly those impediments stand forth
8 To leave the battery that you make 'gainst mine,
5 Whose sights till then were levelled on my face,
9 What rocky heart to water will not wear?
9 All melting, though our drops this difference bore,
4 Of burning blushes, or of weeping water,
4 Or to turn white and sound at tragic shows.
5 Against the thing he sought, he would exclaim,
5 That the unexperient gave the tempter place,
3 Aye me I fell, and yet do question make,
1 What I should do again for such a sake.