156931Hard fauourd tyrant, ougly, meagre, leane,
932Hatefull diuorce of loue, (thus chides
she death)
933Grim-grinning gho
st, earths-worme what do
st thou thou
(meane? 934To
sti
fle beautie, and to
steale his breath?
935 Who when he liu'd, his breath and beautie
set
936 Glo
sse on the ro
se,
smell to the violet.
157937If he be dead, ô no, it cannot be,
938Seeing his beautie, thou
should
st strike at it,
939Oh yes, it may, thou ha
st no eyes to
see,
940But hatefully at randon doe
st thou hit,
941 Thy marke is feeble age, but thy fal
se dart,
942 Mi
stakes that aime, and cleaues an infants hart.
158943Had
st thou but bid beware, then he had
spoke,
944And hearing him, thy power had lo
st his power,
945The de
stinies will cur
se thee for this
stroke,
946They bid thee crop a weed, thou pluck
st a
flower,
947 Loues golden arrow at him
should haue
fled,
948 And not deaths ebon dart to
strike him dead.
159949Do
st thou drink tears, that thou prouok'
st such wee
-(ping, 950What may a heauie grone aduantage thee?
951Why ha
st thou ca
st into eternall
sleeping,
952Tho
se eyes that taught all other eyes to
see?
953 Now nature cares not for thy mortall vigour,
954 Since her be
st worke is ruin'd with thy rigour.
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