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My heart doth plead that thou in him doolt lye,
(A closet neuer pearst with christall eyes)
But the defendant doth that plea deny,
And sayes in him their faire appearance lyes.
To fide this title is impannelled
A quest 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.



ETWIXT mine eye and heart a league is tooke,

And each doth good turnes now vnto the other,
When that mine eye is famisht for a looke.
Or heart in loue with fighes himselfe doth smother ;
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 share a part.
So either by thy picture or my loue,
Thy felfe away, are present ftill with me,
For thou nor farther then my thoughts canft moue,
And I am still with them, and they with thee.

Or if they feepe, thy picture in my fight
Awakes my heart, to hearts and eyes delight.


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OW carefull was I when I tooke my way,

Each trifle vnder truest barres to thrust,
That to my vse it might vn-vsed stay
From hands of falfehood, in sure wards of truft?


But thou, to whom my iewels trifles are,
Most 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 chest,
Saue where thou art not, though I feele thou art,
Within the gentle closure of my breft,
From whence at pleasure thou maist come and part,

And euen thence thou wilt be stolne I feare,
For truth proues theeuish for a prize so deare.


AGAINST that time (if euer that time come)

When I shall see thee frowne on my defects,
When as thy loue hath cast his vtmost summe,
Cauld to that audite by aduis'd respects,
Against that time when thou shalt strangely passe,
And scarcely greete me with that sunne thine eye,
When loue conuerted from the thing it was
Shall reasons finde of setled grauitie.
Against that time do I insconce me here
Within the knowledge of mine owne desart,
And this my hand, against my felfe vpreare,
To guard the lawfull reasons on thy part,

To leaue poore me, thou hast the strength of lawes,
Since why to loue, I can alledge no'cause.


OW heauie doe I lourney on the way,

When what I seeke (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 some instinct the wretch did know
His rider lou'd not speed being made from thee :
The bloody spurre cannot prouoke him on,
That some-times anger thrusts into his hide,
Which heauily he answers with a grone,
More sharpe to me then spurring to his side,

For that same grone doth put this in my mind,
My greefe lies onward and my ioy behind,


THU S cán my loue excuse the flow offence,

Of my dull bearer, when from thee I speed,
From where thou art, why should I haft me thence,
Till I returne of posting is noe need.
O what excuse will my poore beast then find,
When swift extremity can feeme but slow,
Then should I spurre though mounted on the wind,
In winged speed no motion shall I know,
Then can no horse with my desire keepe pace,
Therefore defire (of perfects loue being made)
Shall naigh noe dull flesh in his fiery race,
But loue, for loue, thus shall excuse my iade,

Since from thee going, he went wilfull flow,
Towards thee lle run, and giue him leaue to gqe,



O am I as the rich whose blessed key,

Can bring him to his sweet vp-locked treasure,
The which he will not eu'ry hower suruay,
For blunting the fine point of seldome pleasure,


Therefore are feasts fo sollemne and so rare,
Since fildom comming in the long yeare fet,
Like stones of worth they thinly placed are,
Or captaine iewells 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 blest,
By new vnfoulding his imprison'd pride.

Blessed are you whose worthinesle giues skope,
Being had to tryumph, being lackt to hope.



HAT is your substance, whereof are you made,

That millions of strange shaddowes on you tend?
Since euery one, hath euery one, one shade,

but one, can euery shaddow lend;
Describe Adonis and the counterfet,
Is poorely immitated after yoa,
On Hellens cheeke all art of beautie fet,
And you in Grecian tires are painted new :
Speake of the spring, and foyzon of the yeare,
The one doth shaddow of your beautie Show,
The other as your bountie doth appeare,
And you in euery blessed shape we know.

In all externall grace you haue some part,
But you like pone, none you for constant heart,


O how much more doth beautie beautious feeme,

By that sweet ornament which truth doth giue,
The rose lookes faire, but fairer we it deeme
For that sweet odor, which doth in it liue :


The canker bloomes haue full as deepe a die.
As the perfumed tincture of the roses,
Hang on such thornes, and play as wantonly,
When sommers breath their masked buds discloses :
But for their virtue only is their show,
They live vnwoo'd, and vorespected fade,
Die to themselues. Sweet roses doe not fo,
Of their sweet deathes, are fweetest odors made:

And so 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-live this powrefull rime,
But you shall shine more bright in these contents
Then vnswept stone, befmeer'd with fluttish time.
When wastefull warre shall statues ouer-turne,
And broiles roote out the worke of mafonry,
Nor Mars his sword, nor warres quick fire shall burne:
The liuing record of your memory.
Gainst death, and all obliuious emnity
Shall you pace forth, your praise 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 selfe arise,
You liue in this, and dwell in louers eies.


WEET loue renew thy force, be it not said

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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