64And that vnfaire which fairely doth excell:

65For neuer resting time leads Summer on,

66To hidious winter and confounds him there,

67Sap checkt with frost and lustie leau's quite gon.

68Beauty ore-snow'd and barenes euery where,

69Then were not summers distillation left

70A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glasse,

71Beauties effect with beauty were bereft,

72Nor it nor noe remembrance what it was.

73 But flowers distil'd though they with winter meete,

74Leese but their show, their substance still liues sweet.

76THen let not winters wragged hand deface,

77In thee thy summer ere thou be distil'd:

78Make sweet some viall;treasure thou some place,

79With beautits treasure ere it be selfe kil'd:

80That vse is not forbidden vsery,

81Which happies those that pay the willing lone;

82That's for thy selfe to breed an other thee,

83Or ten times happier be it ten for one,

84Ten times thy selfe were happier then thou art,

85If ten of thine ten times refigur'd thee,

86Then what could death doe if thou should'st depart,

87Leauing thee liuing in posterity?

88 Be not selfe-wild for thou art much too faire,

89To be deaths conquest and make wormes thine heire.

91LOe in the Orient when the gracious light,

92Lifts vp his burning head, each vnder eye

93Doth homage to his new appearing sight,

94Seruing with lookes his sacred maiesty,

95And hauing climb'd the steepe vp heauenly hill,

96Resembling strong youth in his middle age,

97Yet mortall lookes adore his beauty still,

98Attending on his goulden pilgrimage:

99But when from high-most pich with wery car,