How with this rage shall beautie hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger then a flower? O how shall summers hunny breath hold out, Against the wrackfull siedge of battring dayes, When rocks impregnable are not so stoute , Nor gates of steele so strong but time decayes? O fearefull meditation, where alack, Shall times best Iewell from times chest lie hid? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foote back, Or who his spoile or beautie can forbid?    O none,vnlesse this miracle haue might,    That in black inck my loue may still shine bright. 66

T Yr'd with all these for restfull death I cry, As to behold desert a begger borne,

And needie Nothing trimd in iollitie, And purest faith vnhappily forsworne, And gilded honor shamefully misplast, And maiden vertue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgrac'd, And strength by limping sway disabled, And arte made tung-tide by authoritie, And Folly (Doctor-like) controuling skill, And simple-Truth miscalde Simplicitie, And captiue-good attending Captaine ill.    Tyr'd with all these,from these would I be gone,    Saue that to dye,I leaue my loue alone. 67

A H wherefore with infection should he liue, And with his presence grace impietie,

That sinne by him aduantage should atchiue, And lace it selfe with his societie ? Why should false painting immitate his cheeke, And steale dead seeing of his liuing hew? Why should poore beautie indirectly seeke, Roses of shaddow,since his Rose is true?

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