Oplike the scum which, by need's lawless law DNA
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From parboil'd shoes and boots, and all the rest, DLA
Which were with any sovereign fatness blesta i J
And like vile stones lying in saffron'd tin, tut
Or warts or weals, it hangs upon her skin.‹
Round as the world's her head, on every side
Like to the fatal ball which fell on Ide;

Or that whereof God had such jealousy,
As for the ravishing thereof we die.

Thy head is like a rough-hewn statue of jeat,
Where marks for eyes, nose, mouth, are yet scarce set;
Like the first chaos, or flat-seeming face

Of Cynthia, when the earth's shadows her embrace;
Like Proserpine's white beauty-keeping chest,

Or Jove's best fortune's urn, is her fair breast.

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Thine 's like worm-eaten trunks cloth'd in seal's skin,
Or grave that's dust without and stink within;
And like that tender stalk, at whose end stands
The wood-bine quivering, are her arms and hands;
Like rough-bark'd elm-boughs, or the russet skin
Of men late scourg'd for madness or for singhe
Like sun-parch'd quarters on the city gate, but ak
Such is thy tann'd skin's lamentable state; si fand
And like a bunch of ragged carrots stand

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The short swoln fingers of thy mistress' handa stil
Then like the chymic's masculine equal fire, aunH
Which in the limbeck's warm womb doth inspire

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Into the earth's worthless dirt a soul of gold, 5/ 979W
Such cherishing heat her best-lov'd part doth hold, sug
Thine's like the dread mouth of a fired gun, zeud teeT
Or like hot liquid metals newly run
Into clay moulds; or like to that Ætna,
Where, round about, the grass is burnt away.
Are not your kisses then as filthy, and more,
As a worm sucking an invenom'd sore?
Doth not thy fearful hand in feeling quake,

As one which gathering flowers still fears a snake ?~~~
Is not your last act harsh and violent,

As when a plough a stony ground doth rent?
So kiss good turtles, so devoutly nice
A priest is in his handling sacrifice,

And nice in searching wounds the surgeon is,
As we when we embrace, or touch, or kiss.
Leave her, and I will leave comparing thus;
She and comparisons are odious.

ELEGY IX. THE AUTUMNAL.

No spring nor summer's beauty hath such grace

As I have seen in one Autumnal face.

Young beauties force cur loves, and that's a rape;
This doth but counsel, yet you cannot 'scape. >
If 'twere a shame to love, here were no shame;
Affections here take Rev'rence's name."

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Were her first years the golden age; that's true; cal
But now she's gold oft' try'd, and ever new;
That was her torrid and inflaming time,
This is her habitable tropic clime.

Fair eyes! who asks more heat than comes from hence, He in a fever wishes pestilence.

Call not these wrinkles graves: if graves they were,

They were Love's graves, or else he is no where
Yet lies not Love dead here, but here doth site
Vow'd to this trench, like an anachorit;

And here, till her's, which must be his death, come,
He doth not dig a grave, but build a tomb.
Here dwells he; tho' he sojourn ev'ry where
In progress, yet his standing house is here;

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Here, where still evening is, not noon nor night, ~{ Where no voluptuousness, yet all delight.durin In all her words, unto all hearers fit,

You may at revels, you at councils, sit,

This is Love's timber, youth his underwood;
There he, as wine in June, enrages blood,
Which then comes seasonablest when our taste
And appetite to other things is past.

Xerxes' strange Lydian love, the plantane tree, a
Was lov'd for age, none being so old as she, 2 +30
Or else because, being young, Nature did bless

Her youth with age's glory, barrenness.

If we love things long sought, age is a thing
Which we are fifty years in compassing;

If transitory things, which soon decay,
Age must be loveliest at the latest day,
But name not winter-faces, whose skin's slack, 912
Lank as an unthrift's purse, but a soul's sack; asyncO
Whose eyes seek light within; for all here's shade;o 2
Whose mouths are holes, rather worn out than made;
Whose every tooth to a several place is gone: 41
To vex the soul at resurrection:

Name not these living death-heads unto me, wat{
For these not ancient but antique be.

I hate extremes; yet I had rather stay-
With tombs than cradles to wear out the day."
Since such Love's natural station is, may still
My love descend, and journey down the hill;
Not panting after growing beauties; so
I shall ebb on with them who homeward go.

ELEGY X. THE DREAM.

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IMAGE of her whom I love more than she
Whose fair impression in my faithful heart
Makes me her medal, and makes her love me,`
As kings do coins, to which their stamps impart
The value; go, and take my heart from hence,
Which now is grown too great and good for me, an
Honours oppress weak spirits, and our senses bea
Strong objects dull; the more, the less we see

When you are gone, and Reason gone with you, opt f
Then Fantasy is queen, and soul and all; ar parking da
She can present joys meaner than you do,
Convenient, and more proportional. <<
So if I Dream I have you, I have you;
For all our joys are but fantastical;

And so I 'scape the pain, for pain is true;

And sleep, which locks up sense, doth lock out all. (3 After such a fruition I shall wake, 1.5

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And but the waking, nothing shall repent ; a
And shall to Love more thankful sonnets make,
Than if more honour, tears, and pains, were spent. 20
But, dearest heart! and, dearer image ! stay!;
Alas! true joys at best are Dreams enough;

Tho' you stay here you pass too fast away, 900
For even at first life's taper is a snuff.

Fill'd with her love, may I be rather grown
Mad with much heart than ideot with none.

ELEGY XI. DEATH.

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LANGUAGE! thou art too narrow and too weak To ease us now; great sorrows cannot speak, If we could sigh out accents and weep words, y Grief wears and lessens that tear's breath affords. Sad hearts, the less they seem, the more they are; (So guiltiest men stand mutest at the bar) want j *