124739As burning feauers, agues pale, and faint,
740Life-poy
soning pe
stilence, and frendzies wood,
741The marrow-eating
sickne
sse who
se attaint,
742Di
sorder breeds by heating of the blood,
743 Surfets, impo
stumes, griefe, and damnd di
spaire,
744 Sweare natures death, for framing thee
so faire.
125745And not the lea
st of all the
se maladies,
746But in one minutes
fight brings beautie vnder,
747Both fauor,
sauour, hew, and qualities,
748Whereat the th'impartiall gazer late did wonder,
749 Are on the
sudden wa
sted, thawed, and donne,
750 As mountain
snow melts with the midday
sonne.
126751Therefore de
spight of fruitle
sse cha
stitie,
752Loue-lacking ve
stals, and
selfe-louing Nuns,
753That on the earth would breed a
scarcitie,
754And barraine dearth of daughters, and of
suns;
755 Be prodigall, the lampe that burnes by night,
756 Dries vp his oyle, to lend the world his light.
127757What is thy bodie but a
swallowing graue,
758Seeming to burie that po
steritie,
759Which by the rights of time thou needs mu
st haue,
760If thou de
stroy them not in darke ob
scuritie?
761 If
so the world will hold thee indi
sdaine,
762 Sith in thy pride,
so faire a hope is
slaine.
So