SHAKE-SPEARES.
¶More
sharpe to me then
spurring to his
side,
¶_For that
same grone doth put this in my mind,
¶My greefe lies onward and my ioy behind.
¶THus can my loue excu
se the
slow offence,
¶Of my dull bearer,
_when from thee I
speed,
¶From where thou art,
_why
shoulld I ha
st me thence,
¶Till I returne of po
sting is noe need.
755O what excu
se will my poore bea
st then find,
¶When
swift extremity can
seeme but
slow,
¶Then
should I
spurre though mounted on the wind,
¶In winged
speed no motion
shall I know,
¶Then can no hor
se with my de
sire keepe pace,
760Therefore de
sire
(of perfects loue being made
)
¶Shall naigh noe dull fle
sh in his fiery race,
¶But loue,
_for loue,
_thus
shall excu
se my iade,
¶_Since from thee going,
_he went wilfull
slow,
¶Towards thee ile run,
_and giue him leaue to goe.
¶SO am I as the rich who
se ble
ssed key,
¶Can bring him to his
sweet vp-locked trea
sure,
¶The which he will not eu'ry hower
suruay,
¶For blunting the fine point of
seldome plea
sure.
770Therefore are fea
sts
so
sollemne and
so rare,
¶Since
sildom comming in the long yeare
set,
¶Like
stones of worth they thinly placed are,
¶Or captaine Iewells in the carconet.
¶So is the time that keepes you as my che
st,
775Or as the ward-robe which the robe doth hide,
¶To make
some
speciall in
stant
speciall ble
st,
¶By new vnfoulding his impri
son'd pride.
¶_Ble
ssed are you who
se worthine
sse giues skope,
¶Being had to tryumph,
_being lackt to hope.
¶VVHat is your
sub
stance,
_whereof are you made,
¶That millions of
strange
shaddowes on you tend?