My heart doth plead that thou in him dooft lye,
(A closet neuer pearft with christall eyes)
But the defendant doth that plea deny,
And fayes in him their faire appearance lyes.
To fide this title is impannelled
A queft of thoughts, all tennants to the heart,
And by their verdict is determined
The cleere eyes moyitie, and the deare hearts part.
As thus, mine eyes due is their outward part,
And my hearts right, their inward loue of heart.
BETW
ETWIXT mine eye and heart a league is tooke,
And each doth good turnes now vnto the other,
When that mine eye is famifht for a looke.
Or heart in loue with fighes himfelfe doth fmother;
With my loues picture then my eye doth feast,
And to the painted banquet bids my heart:
An other time mine eye is my hearts guest,
And in his thoughts of loue doth fhare a part.
So either by thy picture or my loue,
Thy felfe away, are prefent fill with me,
For thou nor farther then my thoughts canft moue,
And I am still with them, and they with thee.
Or if they fleepe, thy picture in my fight
Awakes my heart, to hearts and eyes delight.
How carefull was I when I tooke my way,
Each trifle vnder trueft barres to thrust,
That to my vfe it might vn-vfed stay.
From hands of falfehood, in fure wards of truft?
But thou, to whom my iewels trifles are,
Moft worthy comfort, now my greatest griefe,
Thou best of deerest, and mine onely care,
Art left the prey of euery vulgar theefe.
Thee haue I not lockt vp in any cheft,
Saue where thou art not, though I feele thou art,
Within the gentle clofure of my breft,
From whence at pleasure thou maist come and part,
And euen thence thou wilt be ftolne I feare,
For truth proues theeuifh for a prize so deare.
AGAINST that time (if euer that time come)
When I fhall fee thee frowne on my defects,
When as thy loue hath caft his vtmoft fumme,
Cauld to that audite by aduis'd refpects,
Against that time when thou shalt strangely paffe,
And scarcely greete me with that funne thine eye,
When loue conuerted from the thing it was
Shall reafons finde of fetled grauitie.
Against that time do I infconce me here
Within the knowledge of mine owne defart,
And this my hand, against my felfe vpreare,
To guard the lawfull reafons on thy part,
To leaue poore me, thou hast the strength of lawes,
Since why to loue, I can alledge no cause.
HOW heauie doe I lourney on the way,
When what I feeke (my wearie trauels end)
Doth teach that ease and that repofe to say
Thus farre the miles are measurde from thy friend.
The beast that beares me, tired with my woe,
Plods duly on, to beare that waight in me,
As if by fome inftinct the wretch did know
His rider lou'd not speed being made from thee:
The bloody fpurre cannot prouoke him on,
That fome-times anger thrufts into his hide,
Which heauily he answers with a grone,
More fharpe to me then fpurring to his fide,
For that fame grone doth put this in my mind,
My greefe lies onward and my ioy behind.
THUS cán my loue excuse the flow offence,
Of my dull bearer, when from thee I speed,
From where thou art, why fhould I haft me thence,
Till I returne of posting is noe need.
O what excufe will my poore beast then find,
When swift extremity can feeme but slow,
Then fhould I fpurre though mounted on the wind,
In winged fpeed no motion fhall I know,
Then can no horfe with my defire keepe pace,
Therefore defire (of perfects loue being made)
Shall naigh noe dull flesh in his fiery race,
But loue, for loue, thus fhall excufe my iade,
Since from thee going, he went wilfull flow,
Towards thee lle run, and giue him leaue to goe,
O am I as the rich whofe blessed key,
Can bring him to his fweet vp-locked treasure,
The which he will not eu'ry hower furuay,
For bluating the fine point of feldome pleasure.
Therefore are feafts fo follemne and forare,
Since fildom comming in the long yeare fet,
Like ftones of worth they thinly placed are,
Or captaine jewells in the carconet.
So is the time that keepes you as my chest,
Or as the ward-robe which the robe doth hide,
To make some speciall instant speciall bleft,
By new vnfoulding his imprifon'd pride.
Blessed are you whofe worthineffe giues skope,
Being had to tryumph, being lackt to hope.
WHAT is your fubftance, whereof are you made,
That millions of ftrange fhaddowes on you tend?
Since euery one, hath euery one, one shade,
And you but one, can euery fhaddow lend;
Describe Adonis and the counterfet,
Is poorely immitated after you,
On Hellens cheeke all art of beautie fet,
And you in Grecian tires are painted new:
Speake of the fpring, and foyzon of the yeare,
The one doth fhaddow of your beautie fhow,
The other as your bountie doth appeare,
And you in euery bleffed fhape we know.
In all externall grace you haue fome part,
But
you like none, none you for constant heart,
H how much more doth beautie beautious feeme,
By that fweet ornament which truth doth giue,
The rose lookes faire, but fairer we it deeme
For that fweet odor, which doth in it liue:
The canker bloomes haue full as deepe a die.
As the perfumed tincture of the rofes,
Hang on fuch thornes, and play as wantonly,
When fommers breath their mafked buds discloses:
But for their virtue only is their fhow,
They liue vnwoo'd, and vnrespected fade,
Die to themselues. Sweet rofes doe not fo,
Of their fweet deathes, are fweeteft odors made:
And fo of you, beautious and louely youth,
When that shall vade, by verse distils your truth.
OT marble, nor the guilded monument,
Of princes shall out-liue this powrefull rime,
But you
shall shine more bright in these contents
Then vnfwept stone, befmeer'd with fluttish time.
When waftefull warre shall statues ouer-turne,
And broiles roote out the worke of mafonry,
Nor Mars his fword, nor warres quick fire shall burne:
The liuing record of your memory.
Gainst death, and all obliuious emnity
Shall you pace forth, your praife shall stil finde roome,
Euen in the eyes of all posterity
That weare this world out to the ending doome.
So til the iudgement that your felfe arife,
You liue in this, and dwell in louers eies.
WEET loue renew thy force, be it not faid
Thy edge fhould blunter be then apetite,
Which but too daie by feeding is alaied,
To morrow sharpned in his former might.
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