|Eternal numbers to out-liue long date.
If my slight Muse doe please these curious daies,
The paine be mine,but thine shal be the praise.
|What can mine owne praise to mine owne selfe bring;
And what is't but mine owne when I praise thee,
Euen for this,let vs deuided liue,
And our deare loue loose name of single one,
That by this seperation I may giue:
That due to thee which thou deseru'st alone:
Oh absence what a torment wouldst thou proue,
Were it not thy soure leisure gaue sweet leaue,
To entertaine the time with thoughts of loue,
VVhich time and thoughts so sweetly dost deceiue.
And that thou teachest how to make one twaine,
By praising him here who doth hence remaine.
|No loue,my loue,that thou maist true loue call,
All mine was thine,before thou hadst this more:
Then if for my loue,thou my loue receiuest,
I cannot blame thee,for my loue thou vsest,
But yet be blam'd,if thou this selfe deceauest
By wilfull taste of what thy selfe refusest.
I doe forgiue thy robb'rie gentle theefe
Although thou steale thee all my pouerty:
And yet loue knowes it is a greater griefe
To beare loues wrong,then hates knowne iniury.
Lasciuious grace,in whom all il wel showes,
Kill me with spights yet we must not be foes.