124739As burning feauers, agues pale, and faint,

740Life-poysoning pestilence, and frendzies wood,

741The marrow-eating sicknesse whose attaint,

742Disorder breeds by heating of the blood,

743 Surfets, impostumes, griefe, and damnd dispaire,

744 Sweare natures death, for framing thee so faire.

125745And not the least of all these 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 wasted, thawed, and donne,

750 As mountain snow melts with the midday sonne.

126751Therefore despight of fruitlesse chastitie,

752Loue-lacking vestals, 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 posteritie,

759Which by the rights of time thou needs must haue,

760If thou destroy them not in darke obscuritie?

761 If so the world will hold thee indisdaine,

762 Sith in thy pride, so faire a hope is slaine.