567Eternal numbers to out-liue long date.

568 If my slight Muse doe please these curious daies,

569The paine be mine, but thine shal be the praise.

571OH how thy worth with manners may I singe,

572When thou art all the better part of me?

573What can mine owne praise to mine owne selfe bring;

574And what is't but mine owne when I praise thee,

575Euen for this, let vs deuided liue,

576And our deare loue loose name of single one,

577That by this seperation I may giue:

578That due to thee which thou deseru'st alone:

579Oh absence what a torment wouldst thou proue,

580Were it not thy soure leisure gaue sweet leaue,

581To entertaine the time with thoughts of loue,

582Which time and thoughts so sweetly dost deceiue.

583 And that thou teachest how to make one twaine,

584By praising him here who doth hence remaine.

586TAke all my loues, my loue, yea take them all,

587What hast thou then more then thou hadst before?

588No loue, my loue, that thou maist true loue call,

589All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more:

590Then if for my loue, thou my loue receiuest,

591I cannot blame thee, for my loue thou vsest,

592But yet be blam'd, if thou this selfe deceauest

593B y wilfull taste of what thy selfe refusest.

594I doe forgiue thy robb'rie gentle theefe

595Although thou steale thee all my pouerty:

596And yet loue knowes it is a greater griefe

597To beare loues wrong, then hates knowne iniury.

598 Lasciuious grace, in whom all il wel showes,

599Kill me with spights yet we must not be foes.

601THose pretty wrongs that liberty commits,

602When I am some-time absent from thy heart,