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Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait
On purpose laid to make the taker mad:
Mad in pursuit and in possession so ;

Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme;
A bliss in proof, - and prov'd, a very woe;
Before, a joy propos'd; behind, a dream.

All this the world well knows; yet none knows well

To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.

CXLVI.

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
Fool'd by these rebel powers that thee array,
Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,
Fainting thy outward walls so costly gay?
Why so large cost, having so short a lease,
Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ?
Shall worms, inheritors of this excess,
Eat up thy charge? is this thy body's end?
Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss,
And let that pine to aggravate thy store;
Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross;
Within be fed, without be rich no more:

So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on

men,

And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.

SONNETS (EXTRACTS).

III.

Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime.

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XXXI.

How many a holy and obsequious tear

Hath dear religious love stolen from mine eye.

Thou art the grave where buried love doth live, Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone.

XXXIV.

For no man well of such a salve can speak,
That heals the wound, and cures not the disgrace;

The offender's sorrow lends but weak relief
To him that bears the strong offence's cross.

XL.

And yet, love knows, it is a greater grief
To bear love's wrong, than hate's known injury.

XLIII.

All days are nights to see, till I see thee,
And nights bright days, when dreams do show

thee me.

LII.

Blessed are you whose worthiness gives scope,
Being had to triumph, being lack'd to hope.

LIV.

They live unwoo'd, and unrespected fade;

Die to themselves.

LVII.

So true a fool is love, that in your will
(Though you do any thing) he thinks no ill.

LXX.

For slander's mark was ever yet the fair.

XCIV.

For sweetest things turn sour by ill deeds: Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.

CII.

That love is merchandis'd whose rich esteeming The owner's tongue doth publish everywhere.

CX.

Alas! 't is true I have gone here and there,
And made myself a motley to the view.

CXXXVIII.

O! love's best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love loves not to have years told.

A LOVER'S COMPLAINT.

And when in his fair parts she did abide,
She was new lodg'd and newly deified.

1. 83.

So on the tip of his subduing tongue.

7. 120.

Kept hearts in liveries, but mine own was free, And reign'd commanding in his monarchy.

7. 195.

"O! then advance of yours that phraseless hand, Whose white weighs down the airy scale of praise."

O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies
In the small orb of one particular tear!

1.225.

1.288.

THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM.

If by me broke, what fool is not so wise
To break an oath, to win a paradise?

7. 41.

Yet in the midst of all her pure protestings,
Her faith, her oaths, her tears, and all were jest-

ings.

1. 95.

Crabbed age and youth cannot live together: Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care; Youth like summer morn, age like wintry

weather;

Youth like summer brave, age like winter bare.
Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short;
Youth is nimble, age is lame:

Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold;
Youth is wild, and age is tame.

Age, I do abhor thee; youth, I do adore thee; O my love, my love is young!

Age, I do defy thee: O sweet shepherd! hie thee,

For methinks thou stay'st too long.

Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good;
A shining gloss that vadeth suddenly;
A flower that dies when first it 'gins to bud;
A brittle glass that's broken presently:

A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower,
Lost, vaded, broken, dead within an hour.

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There will we sit upon the rocks,

And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

If that the world and love were young
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy love.

1. 356.

7.368.

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