172And Sommers greene all girded vp in
sheaues
173Borne on the beare with white and bri
stly beard:
174Then of thy beauty do I que
stion make
175That thou among the wa
stes of time mu
st goe,
176Since
sweets and beauties do them-
selues for
sake,
177And die as fa
st as they
see others grow,
178 And nothing gain
st Times
sieth can make defence
179Saue breed to braue him,
when he takes thee hence.
181O That you were your
selfe,
but loue you are
182No longer yours,
then you your
selfe here liue,
183Again
st this cumming end you
should prepare,
184And your
sweet
semblance to
some other giue.
185So
should that beauty which you hold in lea
se
186Find no determination,
then you were
187You
selfe again after your
selfes decea
se,
188When your
sweet i
ssue your
sweet forme
should beare.
189Who lets
so faire a hou
se fall to decay,
190Which husbandry in honour might vphold,
191Again
st the
stormy gu
sts of winters day
192And barren rage of deaths eternall cold?
193 O none but vnthrifts,
deare my loue you know,
194You had a Father,
let your Son
say
so.
196NOt from the
stars do I my iudgement plucke,
197And yet me thinkes I haue A
stronomy,
198But not to tell of good,
or euil lucke,
199Of plagues,
of dearths,
or
sea
sons quallity,
200Nor can I fortune to breefe mynuits tell;
201Pointing to each his thunder,
raine and winde,
202Or
say with Princes if it
shal go wel
203By oft predi
ct that I in heauen
finde.
204But from thine eies my knowledge I deriue,
205And con
stant
stars in them I read
such art
206As truth and beautie
shal together thriue
207If from thy
selfe,
to
store thou would
st conuert:
Or