Or layd great bases for eternity, Which proues more short then wast or ruining? Haue I not seene dwellers on forme and fauor Lose all,and more by paying too much rent For compound sweet;Forgoing simple sauor, Pittifull thriuors in their gazing spent. Noe,let me be obsequious in thy heart, And take thou my oblacion,poore but free, Which is not mixt with seconds,knows no art, But mutuall render,onely me for thee.    Hence,thou subborndI nformer,.a trew soule    When most impeacht,stands least in thy controule. 126

O Thou my louely Boy who in thy power, Doest hould times fickle glasse,his fickle,hower:

Who hast by wayning growne,and therein shou'st, Thy louers withering,as thy sweet selfe grow'st. If Nature(soueraine misteres ouer wrack) As thou goest onwards still will plucke thee backe, She keepes thee to this purpose,that her skill. May time disgrace,and wretched mynuit kill. Yet feare her O thou minnion of her pleasure, She may detaine,but not still keepe her tresure! Her Audite.though delayd)answer'd must be, And her Quietus.is to render thee.    (                                                  )    (                                                  ) 127

I N the ould age blacke was not counted faire, Or if it weare it bore not beauties name:

But now is blacke beauties successiue heire, And Beautie slanderd with a bastard shame, For since each hand hath put on Natures power, Fairing the foule with Arts faulse borrow'd face, Sweet beauty hath no name no holy boure, But is prophan'd,if not liues in disgrace.

H 3 Therefore