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_1669_ (_where Satyre VI. is Sleep, next Society &c. _)]

[4 thine eyes _1635-69_: thy eye's _A10_]

[11 thee,] the, _1669_]

[13 she needs must change; I _1635-69_: she must change, yet I
_A10_]

[16 and _1635-69_: but _B_]

[17 Urg'd _A10_, _B_, _O'F_: Dry'd _1635-69_]

[19 some] _1635 duplicates_]

[22 sweet, _1639-69_: sweet. _1635_]

[27 maidenhead; _Ed_: maidenhead, _1635-69_]

[28 (Shee'll love thee so) for, _1635-69_]

[29 strong] firm _A10_]

[32 thee; _Grosart_: thee. _1635-69_]

[33 now. _Grosart_: now, _1635-69_]

[34 love for nothing shee'll _1635-69_: she'le love for nought
_A10_]

[35 Besides, hers _Ed_: Besides, here _1635-69_: But hers
_A10_: Besides her _O'F_]

[38-9 out. Againe, _1635-69_: out Againe; _A10_]

[40 And in _1635-69_: And yet in _A10_

thine: _Ed_: thine. _1635-69_]

[41 For thou must never think on _H-K_ (_Grosart_): And thou
must never think on, _A10_: For though thou must ne'r thinke
of _1635-69_]

[42 And so wilt advance her _1635-69_: For that will her
advance _A10_]

[43 bee: _Ed_: bee, _1635-69_]




AN ELEGIE.

_Reflecting on his passion for his mistrisse. _

Come, Fates; I feare you not. All whom I owe
Are paid, but you. Then rest me ere I goe.
But, Chance from you all soveraignty hath got,
Love woundeth none but those whom death dares not;
Else, if you were, and just, in equitie 5
I should have vanquish'd her, as you did me.
Else Lovers should not brave death's pains, and live,
But 'tis a rule, _Death comes not to relieve_.
Or, pale and wan deaths terrours, are they lay'd
So deepe in Lovers, they make death afraid?
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Or (the least comfort) have I company?
Orecame she Fates, Love, Death, as well as mee?
Yes, Fates doe silke unto her distaffe pay,
For their ransome, which taxe on us they laye.
Love gives her youth, which is the reason why 15
Youths, for her sake, some wither and some die.
Poore Death can nothing give; yet, for her sake,
Still in her turne, he doth a Lover take:
And if Death should prove false, she feares him not;
Our Muses, to redeeme her she hath got. 20
That fatall night wee last kiss'd, I thus pray'd,
Or rather, thus despair'd; I should have said:
Kisses, and yet despaire? The forbid tree
Did promise (and deceive) no more then shee.
Like Lambs that see their teats, and must eat Hay, 25
A food, whose tast hath made me pine away.
_Dives_, when thou saw'st blisse, and crav'dst to touch
A drop of water, thy great paines were such.
Here griefe wants a fresh wit, for mine being spent,
And my sighes weary, groanes are all my rent; 30
Vnable longer to indure the paine,
They breake like thunder, and doe bring down rain.
Thus, till dry teares soulder mine eyes, I weepe;
And then, I dreame, how you securely sleepe,
And in your dreames doe laugh at me. I hate, 35
And pray Love, All may: He pitties my state,
But sayes, I therein no revenge should finde;
The Sunne would shine, though all the world were blind.
Yet, to trie my hate, Love shew'd me your teare;
And I had dy'd, had not your smile beene there. 40
Your frowne undoes me; your smile is my wealth;
And as you please to looke, I have my health.
Me thought, Love pittying me, when he saw this,
Gave me your hands, the backs and palmes to kisse.
That cur'd me not, but to beare paine gave strength, 45
And what it lost in force, it tooke in length.