¶Hard fauourd tyrant, ougly, meagre, leane,
¶Hatefull diuorce of loue, (thus chides
she death)
¶Grim-grinning gho
st, earths-worme what do
st thou thou
(meane?
¶To
stifle beautie, and to
steale his breath?
935_VVho when he liu'd, his breath and beautie
set
¶_Glo
sse on the ro
se,
smell to the violet.
¶If he be dead, ô no, it cannot be,
¶Seeing his beautie, thou
should
st
strike at it,
¶Oh yes, it may, thou ha
st no eyes to
see,
940But hatefully at randon doe
st thou hit,
¶_Thy marke is feeble age, but thy fal
se dart,
¶_Mi
stakes that aime, and cleaues an infants hart.
¶Had
st thou but bid beware, then he had
spoke,
¶And hearing him, thy power had lo
st his power,
945The de
stinies will cur
se thee for this
stroke,
¶They bid thee crop a weed, thou pluck
st a flower,
¶_Loues golden arrow at him
should haue fled,
¶_And not deaths ebon dart to
strike him dead.
¶Do
st thou drink tears, that thou prouok'
st
such wee-
(ping,
950VVhat may a heauie grone aduantage thee?
¶VVhy ha
st thou ca
st into eternall
sleeping,
¶Tho
se eyes that taught all other eyes to
see?
¶_Now nature cares not for thy mortall vigour,
¶_Since her be
st worke is ruin'd with thy rigour.
