Even thus, quoth she, the warlike god embr
And then she clipp'd Adonis in her arms
Even thus, quoth she, the warlike god un
As if the boy should use like loving char
Even thus, quoth she, he seiz'd on my lip
And with her lips on his did act the seizu
And as she fetched breath, away he skips
And would not take her meaning nor her
Ah! that I had my lady at this bay,
To kiss and clip me till I run away!

V.

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

Age like winter 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!

VI.

Sweet rose, fair flower, untimely pluck'd, soon vaded,2

Pluck'd in the bud, and vaded in the spring!
Bright orient pearl, alack! too timely shaded!
Fair creature, kill'd too soon by death's sharp
sting!

Like a green plum that hangs upon a tree,
And falls, through wind, before the fall should be.

weep for thee, and yet no cause I have;
For why? thou left'st me nothing in thy will.
And yet thou left'st me more than I did crave;
For why? I craved nothing of thee still :

O yes, dear friend, I pardon crave of thee;
Thy discontent thou didst bequeath to me.

VII.

Fair is my love, but not so fair as fickle,
Mild as a dove, but neither true nor trusty;
Brighter than glass, and yet, as glass is, brittle,
Softer than wax, and yet, as iron, rusty:

2 vaded] Malone throughout these fragments altered the word to fuded, which is generally considered as synonimous ; yet Brathwait, in his Strappado for the Devil, 1615, (the exact reference to which I have mislaid) speaks of "no fading, vading flower," and other poets make the same distinction between the words.

A lily pale, with damask die to grace her,
None fairer, nor none falser to deface her.

Her lips to mine how often hath she join'd, Between each kiss her oaths of true love swearing! How many tales to please me hath she coin'd, Dreading my love, the loss thereof still fearing! Yet in the midst of all her pure protestings, Her faith, her oaths, her tears and all were jestings.

She burn'd with love, as straw with fire flameth,
She burn'd out love, as soon as straw out burneth;
She fram'd the love, and yet she foil'd the framing,
She bade love last, and yet she fell a turning.
Was this a lover, or a lecher whether?
Bad in the best, though excellent in neither.

VIII.

Did not the heavenly rhetorick of thine

eye, 'Gainst whom the world could not hold argument, Persuade my heart to this false perjury? Vows for thee broke deserve not punishment. A woman I forswore; but I will prove, Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee: My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love; Thy grace being gain'd, cures all disgrace in me. My vow was breath, and breath a vapour is; Then thou fair sun, that on this earth doth shine, Exhale this vapour vow; in thee it is:

If broken, then it is no fault of mine.

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

IX.

If love make me forsworn, how shall I swear to love? O never faith could hold, if not to beauty vow'd: Though to myself forsworn, to thee I'll constant

prove;

[bow'd. Those thoughts, to me like oaks, to thee like osiers Study his bias leaves, and makes his book thine eyes, Where all those pleasures live, that art can com[suffice; If knowledge be the mark, to know thee shall Well learned is that tongue that well can thee

prehend.

commend ;

All ignorant that soul that sees thee without wonder; Which is to me some praise, that I thy parts

admire :

Thine eye Jove's lightning seems, thy voice his dreadful thunder,

Which (not to anger bent) is musick and sweet fire. Celestial as thou art, O do not love that wrong, To sing the heavens' praise with such an earthly tongue.

X.

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.

And as goods lost are seld or never found,
As vaded gloss no rubbing will refresh,
As flowers dead, lie wither'd on the ground,
As broken glass no cement can redress,

So beauty blemish'd once, for ever's lost,
In spite of physick, painting, pain, and cost.

XI.

Good night, good rest. Ah! neither be my share
She bade good night, that kept my rest away;
And daff'd 3 me to a cabin hang'd with care,
To descant on the doubts of my decay.

Farewell, quoth she, and come again to-morrow;
Fare well I could not, for I supp'd with sorrow.

Yet at my parting sweetly did she smile, In scorn or friendship, nill I construe whether : "T may be, she joy'd to jest at my exile, "T may be, again to make me wander thither: Wander, a word for shadows like myself, As take the pain, but cannot pluck the pelf

XII.

Lord, how mine eyes throw gazes to the east! My heart doth charge the watch; the morning rise Doth cite each moving sense from idle rest.