128763So in thy
selfe, thy
selfe art made away,
764A mi
schiefe wor
se then ciuill home-bred
strife,
765Or theirs who
se de
sperat hands them
selues do
slay,
766Or butcher
sire, that reaues his
sonne of life:
767 Foule cankring ru
st, the hidden trea
sure frets,
768 But gold that's put to v
se more gold begets.
129769Nay then (quoth Adon) you will fall againe,
770Into your idle ouer-handled theame,
771The ki
sse I gaue you is be
stow'd in vaine,
772And all in vaine you
striue again
st the
streame,
773 For by this black-fac't night, de
sires foule nour
se,
774 Your treati
se makes me like you, wor
se & wor
se.
130775If loue haue lent you twentie thou
sand tongues,
776And euerie tongue more mouing then your owne,
777Bewitching like the wanton Marmaids
songs,
778Yet from mine eare the tempting tune is blowne,
779 For know my heart
stands armed in mine eare,
780 And will not let a fal
se
sound enter there.
131781Le
st the deceiuing harmonie
should ronne,
782Into the quiet clo
sure of my bre
st,
783And then my litle heart were quite vndone,
784In his bed-chamber to be bard of re
st,
785 No Ladie no, my heart longs not to grone,
786 But
soundly
sleeps, while now it
sleeps alone.
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