SHAKE-SPEARES
¶And Sommers greene all girded vp in
sheaues
¶Borne on the beare with white and bri
stly beard:
¶Then of thy beauty do I que
stion make
175That thou among the wa
stes of time mu
st goe,
¶Since
sweets and beauties do them-
selues for
sake,
¶And die as fa
st as they
see others grow,
¶_And nothing gain
st Times
sieth can make defence
¶Saue breed to braue him,
_when he takes thee hence.
¶O That you were your
selfe,
_but loue you are
¶No longer yours,
_then you your
selfe here liue,
¶Again
st this cumming end you
should prepare,
¶And your
sweet
semblance to
some other giue.
185So
should that beauty which you hold in lea
se
¶Find no determination,
_then you were
¶You
selfe again after your
selfes decea
se,
¶When your
sweet i
ssue your
sweet forme
should beare.
¶Who lets
so faire a hou
se fall to decay,
190Which husbandry in honour might vphold,
¶Again
st the
stormy gu
sts of winters day
¶And barren rage of deaths eternall cold?
¶_O none but vnthrifts,
_deare my loue you know,
¶You had a Father,
_let your Son
say
so.
¶NOt from the
stars do I my iudgement plucke,
¶And yet me thinkes I haue A
stronomy,
¶But not to tell of good,
_or euil lucke,
¶Of plagues,
_of dearths,
_or
sea
sons quallity,
200Nor can I fortune to breefe mynuits tell;
¶Pointing to each his thunder,
_raine and winde,
¶Or
say with Princes if it
shal go wel
¶By oft predict that I in heauen finde.
¶But from thine eies my knowledge I deriue,
205And con
stant
stars in them I read
such art
¶As truth and beautie
shal together thriue
¶If from thy
selfe,
_to
store thou would
st conuert: