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All aids themselves made fairer by their place,
Can for additions yet their purpose trim,
Piec'd not his grace, but were all grac'd by him
He had the dialect and different skill,
Catching all passions in his craft of will.
And dialogu'd for him what he would say,
Ask'd their own wills, and made their wills obey. Many ere were that did his picture get, To serve their eyes, and in it put their mind; Like fools that in th' imagination set The goodly objects, which abroad they find, Of lands and mansions, theirs in thought assign'd;
And labouring in more pleasures to bestow them,
Than the true gouty landlord, who doth own them. So many have, that never touch'd his hand, Sweetly suppos’d them mistress of his heart: My woeful self, that did in freedom stand, And was my own fee simple, not in part, What with his art in youth, and youth in art,
Threw my affections in his charmed power,
Reserv'd the stalk, and gave him all my flower. Yet did I not, as some my equals did, Demand of him, nor being desir'd, yielded : Finding myself in honour so forbid, With safest distance I my honour shielded : Experience for me many bulwarks builded
Of proofs new bleeding, which remain’d the foil
Of this false jewel, and his amorous spoil.
Or forc'd examples, 'gainst her own content,
For when we rage, advice is often seen,
By blunting us, to make our wits more keen.
The one a palate hath, that needs will taste,
Thought characters and words merely but art,
And long upon these terms I held my city,
For feasts of love I have been call'd unto;
Till now did ne'er invite, nor never vow : All my offences, that abroad you see, Are errors of the blood, none of the mind; Love made them not, with acture they may be, Where neither party is nor true nor kind : They sought their shame, that so their shame did find.
And so much less of shame in me remains,
By how much of me their reproach contains. Among the many that mine eyes have seen, Not one whose flame my heart so much as warı
Kept hearts in liveries, but my own was free,
Look here what tributes wounded fancy sent me,
Effects of terror, and dear modesty,
Encamp'd in hearts, but fighting outwardly.
And deep-brain'd sonnets, that did amplify
Each stone's dear nature, worth and quality :
With objects manifold; each several stone,
With wit well blazon'd, smild, or made some moan. Lo! all these trophies of affection hot, Of pensive and subdu'd desires, the tender; Nature hath charg'd me, that I hoard them not, But yield them up where I myself must render: That is, to you my origin and ender.
For these of force must your oblations be,
Since I their altar, you enpatron me.
Works under you, and to your audit comes
Their distract parcels, in combined sums.
But kept cold distance, and did thence remove,
To spend her living in eternal love.
The scars of battle 'scapeth, by the flight,
And makes her absence valiant, not her might.
Not to be tempted, would she be immured ;
And now to tempt, all liberty procured.
Must for your victory us all congest,
As compound love to physick your cold breast.
In thee had neither string, knot, nor confine,
For thou art all, and all things else are thine. When thou impressest, what are precepts worth, Of stale example? When thou wilt enflame, How coldly those impediments stand forth Of wealth, of filial fear, law, kindred, fame? [shame, Love's arms are peace,'gainst rule, 'gainst sense, 'gainst
And sweetness in the suffering pang it bears,
The aloes of all forces, shocks, and fears.
Lending soft audience to my sweet design;
And credent soul to that strong bonded oath,
That shall prefer and undertake my troth.
Who glaz'd with crystal gate the glowing roses,
That flame thro' water which their hue incloses. Oh, father! what a hell of witchcraft lies In the small orb of one particular tear! But with the inundation of the eyes What rocky heart to water will not wear? What breast so cold, that is not warmed here?
Oh, cleft effect! cold modesty, hot wrath!
Both fire from hence, and chill extincture hath. For lo! his passion, but an art of craft, Even there resolv'd my reason into tears ; There
white stole of chastity I daft, Shook off my sober guards, and civil fears, Appear to him, as he to me appears,
All melting, tho' our drops this difference bore,
His poison'd me, and mine did him restore.
To blush at speeches rank, to weep at woes,
Or to turn white, and swoon at tragick shows : That not a heart which in his level came, Could ’scape the hail of his all-hurting aim. Showing fair nature is both wild and tame : And veil'd in them, did win whom he would maim ; Against the thing he sought, he would exclaim ;
When he most burnt in heart-wish'd luxury,
He preach'd pure maid, and prais'd cold chastity. Thus merely with the garment of a grace, The naked and concealed fiend he cover'd ; That the unexperienc'd gave the tempter place,