136FOr
shame deny that thou bear'
st loue to any
137Who for thy
selfe art
so vnprouident
138Graunt if thou wilt,
thou art belou'd of many,
139But that thou none lou'
st is mo
st euident:
140For thou art
so po
sse
st with murdrous hate,
141That gain
st thy
selfe thou
stick
st not to con
spire,
142Seeking that beautious roofe to ruinate
143Which to repaire
should be thy chiefe de
sire :
144O change thy thought,
that I may change my minde,
145Shall hate be fairer log'd then gentle loue?
146Be as thy pre
sence is gracious and kind,
147Or to thy
selfe at lea
st kind harted proue,
148 Make thee an other
selfe for loue of me,
149That beauty
still may liue in thine or thee.
151AS fa
st as thou
shalt wane
so fa
st thou grow'
st,
152In one of thine,
from that which thou departe
st,
153And that fre
sh bloud which yongly thou be
stow'
st,
154Thou mai
st call thine,
when thou from youth conuerte
st,
155Herein liues wi
sdome,
beauty,
and increa
se,
156Without this follie,
age,
and could decay,
157If all were minded
so,
the times
should cea
se,
158And three
scoore yeare would make the world away:
159Let tho
se whom nature hath not made for
store,
160Har
sh,
featurele
sse,
and rude , barrenly perri
sh,
161Looke whom
she be
st indow'd,
she gaue the more;
162Which bountious guift thou
should
st in bounty cherri
sh,
163 She caru'd thee for her
seale,
and ment therby,
164Thou
should
st print more,
not let that coppy die.
166WHen I doe count the clock that tels the time,
167And
see the braue day
sunck in hidious night,
168When I behold the violet pa
st prime,
169And
sable curls or
siluer'd ore with white :
170When lofty trees I
see barren of leaues,
171Which er
st from heat did canopie the herd
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