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If transitory things, which soon decay, ss my 1191W
Age must be loveliest at the latest day."; sindT
But name not winter-faces, whose skin's slackguso 902
Lank as an unthrift's purse, but a soul's sack; 15 CM
Whose eyes seek light within; for all here's shade;52
Whose mouths are holes, rather worn out than madeg i
Whose every tooth to a several place is gone 41
To vex the soul at resurrection : -
Name not these living death-heads unto me, t.!"38"?
For these not ancient but antique be.
I hate extremes; yet I had rather stay
With tombs than cradles to wear out the day.
Since such Love's natural station is, may still
My love descend, and journey down the hill;
Not panting after growing beauties; so
I shall ebb on with them who homeward go.

ELEGY X.S. THE DREAM.

Image of her whom I love more than she
Whose fair impression in my faithful heart
Makes me her medal, and makes her love me, *** 18.1
As kings do coins, to which their stamps impart
The value; go, and take my heart from hence, **
Which now is grown too great and good for me, 40)
Honours oppress weak spirits, and our sense is We
Strong objects dull; the more, the less we sees 4

When you are gone, and Reason gone with you;.
Then Fantasy is queen, and soul and all; es poderosa
She can present joys meaner than you do,
Convenient, and more proportional.. ? 9g
So if I Dream I have you, I have you;
For all our joys are but fantastical'; i s'.
And so I'scape the paiiy, for pain is true;
And sleep, which locks up sense, doth lock out all. ?
After such'a fruition I shall wake,

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And but the waking, nothing shall repent ; .
And shall to Love more thankful sonnets makė,
Than if more honour, tears, and pains, were spent. 20
But, dearest heart! and, dearer image! stay!;!
Alas! true joys at best are Dreams enough;
Tho' you stay here yoü pass too fast away,
For even at first life's taper is a snuff.
Fill'd with her love, may I be rather grown'
Mad with much heart than ideot with none.

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ELEGY XI. . DEATH.

LANGUAGE! thou art too narrow and too weak
To ease us now; great sorrows cannot speako's Follow
If we could sigh out accents and weep words,
Grief wears and lessens that tear's breath affords.
Sad hearts, the less they seem, the niore they are;
(So guiltiest men stand mutest at i he bar) les onts

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But extreme sense hath made them desperates antino
Sorrow, to whom we owe all that we be,
Tyrant i' the fifth and greatest monarchy,
Was 't that she did possess all hearts before
Thou hast hill'd her, to make thy empire more?
Knew'st thou some would, that knew her not, lament,
As in a deluge perish th' innocent?
Was 't not enough to have that palace won,
But thou must raze it too, that was undone ?
Hadst thou stay'd there, and look'd out at her eyes, xiy
All had ador'd thee that now from thee flies;
For they let out more light than they took in,
They told not when, but did the day begin...
She was 100 saphirine and clear for thee;
Clay, Aint, and jeat, now, thy fit dwellings be. -19.4#
Alas! she was too pure, but not too weak; 14;
Whoe'er saw crystal ordnance but would break ?
And if we be thy conquest, by her fall
Thou hast lost thy end, in her we perish all:
Or if we live, we live but to rebel,
That know her better now who knew her well:
If we should vapour out, and pine and die, come ad
Since she first went, that were not miserys. 30
She chang'd our world with her's; now she is gone
Mirth and prosperity's oppression;

(50? For of all moral virtues she was all

4.9 biA That ethics speak of virtues Cardinale ligget lainya

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Her soul was Paradise: the cherubin
Set to keep it was Grace, that kept out Sin:
She had no more than let in Death, for wę.
All reap consumption from one fruitful tree.
God took her hence, lest some of us should love
Her, like that plant, him and his laws above:
And when we tears, he mercy shed in this,
To raise our minds to heaven, where now she is;
Whom if her virtues would have let her stay,
We had had a saint, have now a holiday.
Her heart was that strange bush, where sacred fire,
Religion, did not consunie, bút inspire
Such piety, so chaste 'use of God's day,'
That what we turn'd to feast she turn'd to pray,
And did prefigure here, in devout taste,
The rest of her high Sabbath, which shall last.

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Angels did hand her up, who next God dwell;
(For she was of that order whence most fell)
Her body 's left with us, lest some had said
She could not die, except they saw her dead:
For from less virtue and less beauteousness
The Gentiles fram'd them gods and goddesses:
The ravenous earth, that now wooes her to be
Earth Yoo, will be a Lémnia, and the tree
That Wraps that crystal in a wooden tomb,
Shall be took up spruce, filtd with diamond *** 60
And we her sad glad friends all bear a part
Of grief, for all would break a Stoick's heart.is

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ELEGY XII. Upon the loss of bis mistress's chain, for wbich be made

satisfaction,

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Nor that in colour it was like thy hair,
Armlets of that thou may'st still let me wear; ,
Nor that thy hand it oft' embrac'd and kist,
For so it had that goed which oft' I mist;
Nor for that silly old moralily,
That as these links were knit our loves should be,
Mourn I, that I thy sevenfold chain have lost; was
Nor for the luck's sake, but the bitter cost.
O! shall twelve righteous angels, which as yet
No leaven of vile solder did admit;
Nor yet by any way have stay'd or gone
From the first state of their creation;
Angels which Heave'n commanded to provide
All things to me, and be my faithful guide ;
To gain new friends, l' appease old enemies,
To comfort iny soul when I lie or rise;
Shall these twelve innocents, by thy severe
Sentënce, (dread Judge!) my sins great burthen bear?
Shall they be damn'd, and in the furnace thrown,.
And punish'd for offences not their own?
They save not me, they do not ease my pains,
When in that hell thy're burnt and tied in chains :

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