VI. Then let not winter's ragged hand deface Make sweet some vial; treasure thou fome place That use is not forbidden ufury, Which happies those that pay the willing loan That's for thyfelf to breed another thee, Or ten times happier, be it ten for one; Then what could death do, if thou shouldft depart, Be not self-will'd, for thou art much too fair To be death's conqueft and make worms thine heir. VII. Lo, in the orient when the gracious light And having climb'd the fteep-up heavenly hill,. Attending on his golden pilgrimage; But when from highmost pitch, with weary car, Like feeble age, he reeleth from the day, The eyes, 'fore duteous, now converted are From his low tract, and look another way: So thou, thyfelf outgoing in thy noon, Unlook'd on dieft, unless thou get a fon. VII. Mufic to hear, why hear'ft thou music fadly? By unions married, do offend thine ear, Resembling fire and child and happy mother, Whose speechless fong, being many, seeming one, IX. Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye The world will wail thee, like a makeless wife; No love toward others in that bofom fits That on himself fuch murderous fhame commits. X. For fhame! deny that thou bear'ft love to any, Grant, if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many, Which to repair should be thy chief desire. O, change thy thought, that I may change my mind! |