121721But if thou fall, oh then imagine this,
722The earth in loue with thee, thy footing trips,
723And all is but to rob thee of a kis,
724Rich prayes make true-men theeues:
so do thy lips
725 Make mode
st Dyan, cloudie and forlorne,
726 Le
st she
should
steale a ki
sse and die for
sworne.
122727Now of this darke night I perceiue the rea
son,
728Cinthia for
shame, ob
scures her
siluer
shine,
729Till forging nature be condemn'd of trea
son,
730For
stealing moulds from heauen, that were diuine,
731 Wherin
she fram'd thee, in hie heauens de
spight,
732 To
shame the
sunne by day, and her by night.
123733And therefore hath
she brib'd the de
stinies,
734To cro
sse the curious workman
ship of nature,
735To mingle beautie with in
firmities,
736And pure perfe
ction with impure defeature,
737 Making it
subie
ct to the tyrannie,
738 Of mad mi
schances, and much mi
serie.
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.