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VI.

Then let not winter's ragged hand deface
In thee thy summer, ere thou be distillid :
Make sweet some phial; treasure thou some place
With beauty's treasure, ere it be self-kill'd.
That uses is not forbidden usury,
Which happies those that pay the willing loan;
That’s for thyself to breed another thee,
Or ten times happier, be it ten for one;
Ten times thyself were happier than thou art,
If ten of thine ten times refigur'd thee:
Then, what could death do if thou should'st depart,
Leaving thee living in posterity ?

Be not self-willid, for thou art much too fair
To be death's conquest, and make worms thine

heir.

VII.

Lo, in the orient when the gracious light
Lifts up his burning head, each under eye
Doth homage to his new-appearing sight,
Serving with looks his sacred majesty;
And having climb'd the steep-up heavenly hill,
Resembling strong youth in his middle age,
Yet mortal looks adore his beauty still,
Attending on his golden pilgrimage;
But when from high-most pitch, with weary car,
Like feeble age, he reeleth from the day,

6 use] i. e. usance.

The

eyes, 'fore duteous, now converted are From his low tract, and look another way:

So thou, thyself outgoing in thy noon,
Unlook'd on diest, unless thou get a son.

VIII.

Musick to hear, why hear'st thou musick sadly; 6
Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy.
Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly?
Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy?
If the true concord of well-tuned sounds,
By unions married, do offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds
in singleness the parts that thou should'st bear.
Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,
Strikes each in each by mutual ordering;
Resembling sire and child and happy mother,
Who all in one, one pleasing note do sing :

Whose speechless song, being many, seeming one,
Sings this to thee, “thou single wilt prove none.

IX.

Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye,
That thou consum'st thyself in single life?
Ah! if thou issueless shalt hap to die,
The world will wail thee, like a makeless 7 wife:

6 Musick to hear, why hear'st thou musick sadly?) i.e. Thou, whom it is musick to hear, why hearest thou, &c.

7 makeless] i. e, mateless : make for mate is common in our

old poets

The world will be thy widow, and still weep,
That thou no form of thee hast left behind,
When every private widow well may keep,
By children's

eyes, her husband's shape in mind Look, what an unthrift in the world doth spend, Shifts but his place, for still the world enjoys it; But beauty's waste hath in the world an end, And kept unus'd, the user so destroys it.

No love toward others in that bosom sits,
That on himself such murderous shame commits.

X.

For shame! deny that thou bear’st love to any,
Who for thyself art so unprovident.
Grant if thou wilt, thou art belov'd of many,
But that thou none lov'st, is most evident ;
For thou art so possess'd with murderous hate,
That 'gainst thyself thou stick'st not to conspire,
Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate,
Which to repair should be thy chief desire.
O change thy thought, that I may change my mind!
Shall hate be fairer lodg'd than gentle love?
Be, as thy presence is, gracious and kind,
Or to thyself, at least, kind-hearted prove;

Make thee another self, for love of me,
That beauty still may

live in thine or thee.

XI.

As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st In one of thine, from that which thou departest;

And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow'st,
Thou may’st call thine, when thou from youth

convertest.
Herein lives wisdom, beauty, and increase;
Without this, folly, age, and cold decay:
If all were minded so, the times should cease,
And threescore years would make the world

away. Let those whom nature hath not made for store, 8 Harsh, featureless, and rude, barrenly perish : Look whom she best endow'd, she

gave Which bounteous gift thou should'st in bounty

cherish; She carv'd thee for her seal, and meant thereby, Thou should'st print more, nor let that copy die.

thee more;

XII.

When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls, all silver'd o'er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer's green all girded up in sheaves,
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard ;
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake,
And die as fast as they see others grow;

8 for store] " i. e. to be preserved for use." MALONE.

And nothing 'gainst time's scythe can make

defence, Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee

hence.

XIII.

O that you were yourself! but, love, you are
No longer yours, than you yourself here live:
Against this coming end you should prepare,
And your sweet semblance to some other give.
So should that beauty which you hold in lease
Find no determination : then you were
Yourself again, after yourself's decease,
When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear.
Who lets so fair a house fall to decay,
Which husbandry in honour might uphold
Against the stormy gusts of winter's day,
And barren rage of death's eternal cold?

O! none but unthrifts:- Dear my love, you know
You had a father; let

your son say so.

XIV.

Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck;
And yet methinks I have astronomy,
But not to tell of good, or evil luck,
Of plagues, of dearths, or season's quality:
Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell,
Pointing to each his thunder, rain, and wind,
Or say, with princes if it shall go well,
By oft predict that I in heaven find :

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