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¶To doe more for me then mine owne de
sert,
¶And hang more prai
se vpon decea
sed I,
¶Then nigard truth would willingly impart
:
¶O lea
st your true loue may
seeme falce in this,
1075That you for loue
speake well of me vntrue,
¶My name be buried where my body is,
¶And liue no more to
shame nor me,
_nor you.
¶_For I am
shamd by that which I bring forth,
¶And
so
should you,
_to loue things nothing worth.
¶THat time of yeeare thou mai
st in me behold,
¶When yellow leaues,
_or none,
_or few doe hange
¶Vpon tho
se boughes which
shake again
st the could,
¶Bare rn'wd quiers,
_where late the
sweet birds
sang.
1085In me thou
see
st the twi-light of
such day,
¶As after Sun-
set fadeth in the We
st,
¶Which by and by blacke night doth take away,
¶Deaths
second
selfe that
seals vp all in re
st.
¶In me thou
see
st the glowing of
such fire,
1090That on the a
shes of his youth doth lye,
¶As the death bed,
_whereon it mu
st expire,
¶Con
sum'd with that which it was nurri
sht by.
¶_This thou perceu'
st,
_which makes thy loue more
strong,
¶To loue that well,
_which thou mu
st leaue ere long.
¶BVt be contented when that fell are
st,
¶With out all bayle
shall carry me away,
¶My life hath in this line
some intere
st,
¶Which for memoriall
still with thee
shall
stay.
1100When thou reuewe
st this,
_thou doe
st reuew,
¶The very part was con
secrate to thee,
¶The earth can haue but earth,
_which is his due,
¶My
spirit is thine the better part of me,
¶So then thou ha
st but lo
st the dregs of life,
1105The pray of wormes,
_my body being dead,
¶The coward conque
st of a wretches knife,