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.
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.