963How with this rage
shall beautie hold a plea,
964Who
se a
ction is no
stronger then a
flower
?
965O how
shall
summers hunny breath hold out,
966Again
st the wrackfull
siedge of battring dayes,
967When rocks impregnable are not
so
stoute ,
968Nor gates of
steele
so
strong but time decayes?
969O fearefull meditation, where alack,
970Shall times be
st Iewell from times che
st lie hid?
971Or what
strong hand can hold his
swift foote back,
972Or who his
spoile or beautie can forbid?
973 O none,
vnle
sse this miracle haue might,
974That in black inck my loue may
still
shine bright.
976TYr'd with all the
se for re
stfull death I cry,
977As to behold de
sert a begger borne,
978And needie Nothing trimd in iollitie,
979And pure
st faith vnhappily for
sworne,
980And gilded honor
shamefully mi
spla
st,
981And maiden vertue rudely
strumpeted,
982And right perfe
ction wrongfully di
sgrac'd,
983And
strength by limping
sway di
sabled ,
984And arte made tung-tide by authoritie,
985And Folly (Do
ctor-like
) controuling skill,
986And
simple-Truth mi
scalde Simplicitie,
987And captiue-good attending Captaine ill.
988 Tyr'd with all the
se,
from the
se would I be gone,
989Saue that to dye,
I leaue my loue alone.
991AH wherefore with infe
ction
should he liue,
992And with his pre
sence grace impietie,
993That
sinne by him aduantage
should atchiue,
994And lace it
selfe with his
societie ?
995Why
should fal
se painting immitate his cheeke,
996And
steale dead
seeing of his liuing hew
?
997Why
should poore beautie indire
ctly
seeke,
998Ro
ses of
shaddow,
since his Ro
se is true?
Why