1467Drawne after you, you patterne of all tho
se.
1468 Yet
seem'd it Winter
still,
and you away,
1469As with your
shaddow I with the
se did play.
1471THe forward violet thus did I chide,
1472Sweet theefe whence did
st thou
steale thy
sweet that
smels
1473If not from my loues breath,
the purple pride,
1474Which on thy
soft cheeke for complexion dwells
?
1475In my loues veines thou ha
st too gro
sely died,
1476The Lillie I condemned for thy hand,
1477And buds of marierom had
stolne thy haire,
1478The Ro
ses fearefully on thornes did
stand,
1479Our blu
shing
shame,
an other white di
spaire:
1480A third nor red,
nor white,
had
stolne of both,
1481And to his robbry had annext thy breath,
1482But for his theft in pride of all his growth
1483A vengfull canker eate him vp to death.
1484 More
flowers I noted,
yet I none could
see,
151485 But
sweet,
or culler it had
stolne from thee.
1487WHere art thou Mu
se that thou forget
st so long,
1488To
speake of that which giues thee all thy might?
1489Spend
st thou thy furie on
some worthle
sse
songe,
1490Darkning thy powre to lend ba
se
subie
cts light.
1491Returne forgetfull Mu
se,
and
straight redeeme,
1492In gentle numbers time
so idely
spent,
1493Sing to the eare that doth thy laies e
steeme,
1494And giues thy pen both skill and argument.
1495Ri
se re
sty Mu
se,
my loues
sweet face
suruay,
1496If time haue any wrincle grauen there,
1497If any,
be a
Satire to decay,
1498And make times
spoiles di
spi
sed euery where.
1499 Giue my loue fame fa
ster then time wa
sts life,
1500So thou preuen
st his
sieth,
and crooked knife.
1502OH truant Mu
se what
shalbe thy amends,
For