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Page lxxv - One day I wrote her name upon the strand, but came the waves and washed it away: agayne I wrote it with a second hand, but came the tyde, and made my paynes his pray. 'Vayne man', sayd she, 'that doest in vaine assay a mortall thing so to immortalize, for I my selve shall lyke to this decay, and eek my name bee wyped out lykewize.
Page lxiii - and tempests sad assay, Which hardly I endured heretofore, In dread of death, and daungerous dismay, With which my silly barke was tossed sore, I doe at length descry the happy shore, In which I hope ere long for to arryve: Fayre soyle it seemes from far, and fraught with store Of all that deare and daynty is alyve.
Page lxviii - Being with thy dear blood clean washed from sin, May live for ever in felicity ; And that thy love we weighing worthily May likewise love thee for the same again ; And for thy sake, that all like dear didst buy, With love may one another entertain.
Page i - Lyke captives trembling at the victors sight. And happy lines! on which, with starry light, , Those lamping eyes will deigne sometimes to look, And reade the sorrowes of my dying spright, Written with teares in harts close bleeding book.
Page xv - Indias of their treasure spoile ; ' What needeth you to seeke so farre in vaine ? For loe, my love doth in her selfe containe All this worlds riches that may farre be found : If Saphyres, loe, her eies be Saphyres plaine ; If Rubies, loe, hir lips be Rubies sound ; If Pearles, hir teeth be Pearles, both pure and round ; If...
Page lxxxviii - Like as the culver, on the bared bough, Sits mourning for the absence of her mate; And, in her songs, sends many a wishful vow For his return that seems to linger late: So I alone, now left disconsolate, Mourn to myself the absence of my love ; And, wand'ring here and there all desolate, Seek with my plaints to match that mournful dove.
Page xxxiv - Out of her course doth wander far astray; So I, whose star, that wont with her bright ray Me to direct, with clouds is overcast, Do wander now, in darkness and dismay, Through hidden perils round about me placed.
Page lxx - Fresh spring, the herald of love's mighty king, In whose coat-armour richly are displayed All sorts of flowers, the which on earth do spring, In goodly colours gloriously...
Page xxx - How comes it then that this her cold so great Is not dissolv'd through my so hot desyre, But harder growes the more I her intreat? Or how comes it that my exceeding heat Is not delayd by her hart frosen cold, But that I burne much more in boyling sweat, And feele my flames augmented manifold?
Page lxxv - that doest in vaine assay A mortall thing so to immortalize ; For I my selve shall lyke to this decay, And eek my name bee wyped out lykewize." " Not so," quod I ; " let baser things devize To dy in dust, but you shall live by fame : My verse your vertues rare shall eternize, And in the hevens wryte your glorious name ; Where, when as death shall all the world subdew. Our love shall live, and later life renew.