1071To doe more for me then mine owne desert,

1072And hang more praise vpon deceased I,

1073Then nigard truth would willingly impart:

1074O least your true loue may seeme falce in this,

1075That you for loue speake well of me vntrue,

1076My name be buried where my body is,

1077And liue no more to shame nor me, nor you.

1078 For I am shamd by that which I bring forth,

1079And so should you, to loue things nothing worth.

1081THat time of yeeare thou maist in me behold,

1082When yellow leaues, or none, or few doe hange

1083Vpon those boughes which shake against the could,

1084Bare rn'wd quiers, where late the sweet birds sang.

1085In me thou seest the twi-light of such day,

1086As after Sun-set fadeth in the West,

1087Which by and by blacke night doth take away,

1088Deaths second selfe that seals vp all in rest.

1089In me thou seest the glowing of such fire,

1090That on the ashes of his youth doth lye,

1091As the death bed, whereon it must expire,

1092Consum'd with that which it was nurrisht by.

1093 This thou perceu'st, which makes thy loue more strong,

1094To loue that well, which thou must leaue ere long.

1096BVt be contented when that fell arest,

1097With out all bayle shall carry me away,

1098My life hath in this line some interest,

1099Which for memoriall still with thee shall stay.

1100When thou reuewest this, thou doest reuew,

1101The very part was consecrate to thee,

1102The earth can haue but earth, which is his due,

1103My spirit is thine the better part of me,

1104So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life,

1105The pray of wormes, my body being dead,

1106The coward conquest of a wretches knife,