XXXIV. Why didft thou promise such a beauteous day, 'Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break, To dry the rain on my ftorm-beaten face, For no man well of such a falve can speak That heals the wound and cures not the difgrace: To him that bears the ftrong offence's cross. XXXV. No more be grieved at that which thou hast done: And 'gainst myself a lawful plea commence : That I an acceffary needs must be To that sweet thief which fourly robs from me. XXXVI. Let me confefs that we two must be twain, Which, though it alter not love's fole effect, Yet doth it fteal fweet hours from love's delight. Left my bewailed guilt should do thee shame, Unless thou take that honour from thy name: But do not fo; I love thee in such fort As, thou being mine, mine is thy good report. XXXVII. As a decrepit father takes delight To fee his active child do deeds of youth, I make my love engrafted to this store : Whilft that this fhadow doth fuch fubftance give And by a part of all thy glory live. Look, what is beft, that beft I wish in thee: This wish I have; then ten times happy me! XXXVIII. How can my Muse want subject to invent, O, give thyself the thanks, if aught in me For who's fo dumb that cannot write to thee, If my flight Muse do please these curious days, |