747More
sharpe to me then
spurring to his
side,
748 For that
same grone doth put this in my mind,
749My greefe lies onward and my ioy behind.
751THus can my loue excu
se the
slow o
ffence,
752Of my dull bearer,
when from thee I
speed,
753From where thou art,
why
shoulld I ha
st me thence,
754Till I returne of po
sting is noe need.
755O what excu
se will my poore bea
st then
find,
756When
swift extremity can
seeme but
slow,
757Then
should I
spurre though mounted on the wind,
758In winged
speed no motion
shall I know,
759Then can no hor
se with my de
sire keepe pace,
760Therefore de
sire
(of perfe
cts loue being made
)
761Shall naigh noe dull
fle
sh in his
fiery race,
762But loue,
for loue,
thus
shall excu
se my iade,
763 Since from thee going,
he went wilfull
slow,
764Towards thee ile run,
and giue him leaue to goe.
766SO am I as the rich who
se ble
ssed key,
767Can bring him to his
sweet vp-locked trea
sure,
768The which he will not eu'ry hower
suruay,
769For blunting the
fine point of
seldome plea
sure.
770Therefore are fea
sts
so
sollemne and
so rare,
771Since
sildom comming in the long yeare
set,
772Like
stones of worth they thinly placed are,
773Or captaine Iewells in the carconet.
774So is the time that keepes you as my che
st,
775Or as the ward-robe which the robe doth hide,
776To make
some
speciall in
stant
speciall ble
st,
777By new vnfoulding his impri
son'd pride.
778 Ble
ssed are you who
se worthine
sse giues skope,
779Being had to tryumph,
being lackt to hope.
781WHat is your
sub
stance,
whereof are you made,
782That millions of
strange
shaddowes on you tend?
Since