1171Father she saies, though in mee you behold

72The iniury of many a blasting houre;

73Let it not tell your Iudgement I am old,

74Not age, but sorrow, ouer me hath power;

75I might as yet haue bene a spreading flower

76Fresh to my selfe, if I had selfe applyed

77Loue to my selfe, and to no Loue beside.

1278But wo is mee, too early I atttended

79A youthfull suit it was to gaine my grace;

80O one by natures outwards so commended,

81That maidens eyes stucke ouer all his face,

82Loue lackt a dwelling and made him her place.

83And when in his faire parts shee didde abide,

84Shee was new lodg'd and newly Deified.

1385His browny locks did hang in crooked curles,

86And euery light occasion of the wind

87Vpon his lippes their silken parcels hurles,

88Whats sweet to do, to do wil aptly find,

89Each eye that saw him did inchaunt the minde:

90For on his visage was in little drawne,

91What largenesse thinkes in parradise was sawne.

1492Smal shew of man was yet vpon his chinne,

93His phenix downe began but to appeare

94Like vnshorne veluet, on that termlesse skin

95Whose bare out-brag'd the web it seem'd to were.

96Yet shewed his visage by that cost more deare,

97And nice affections wauering stood in doubt

98If best were as it was, or best without.

1599His qualities were beautious as his forme,

100For maiden tongu'd he was and thereof free;

101Yet if men mou'd him, was he such a storme

102As oft twixt May and Aprill is to see,

103When windes breath sweet, vnruly though they bee.

104His rudenesse so with his authoriz'd youth,

105Did liuery falsenesse in a pride of truth.