|To trust those tables that receaue thee more,
To keepe an adiunckt to remember thee,
Were to import forgetfulnesse in mee.
|To me are nothing nouell,nothing strange,
They are but dressings of a former sight:
Our dates are breefe,and therefor we admire,
What thou dost foyst vpon vs that is ould,
And rather make them borne to our desire,
Then thinke that we before haue heard them tould:
Thy registers and thee I both defie,
Not wondring at the present,nor the past,
For thy records,and what we see doth lye,
Made more or les by thy continuall hast:
This I doe vow and this shall euer be,
I will be true dispight thy syeth and thee.
|As subiect to times loue,or to times hate,
Weeds among weeds,or flowers with flowers gatherd.
No it was buylded far from accident,
It suffers not in smilinge pomp,nor falls
Vnder the blow of thralled discontent,
Whereto th'inuiting time our fashion calls:
It feares not policy that Heriticke,.BR> Which workes on leases of short numbred howers,
But all alone stands hugely pollitick,
That it nor growes with heat,nor drownes with showres.
To this I witnes call the foles of time,
Which die for goodnes,who haue liu'd for crime.