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BELIEVE YOUR GLASSE.
Beleeve your glasse, and if it tell you, Deare,
Your eyes inshrine
A brighter shine
Then faire Apollo; looke if there appeare
The milkie skye,
The crimson dye
Mixt in your cheeks; and then bid Phœbus sett:
More glory then hee owes appeares. But yet
Your eyes inshrine
A brighter shine
Then faire Apollo; looke if there appeare
The milkie skye,
The crimson dye
Mixt in your cheeks; and then bid Phœbus sett:
More glory then hee owes appeares. But yet
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As Cynthia's globe,
A snow-white robe,
Is soonest spotted; a carnation dye
Fades and discolours, opened but to die.
As Cynthia's globe,
A snow-white robe,
Is soonest spotted; a carnation dye
Fades and discolours, opened but to die.
Make vse of yowth and bewty whilest they flourish:
Tyme never sleepes;
Though it but creeps,
It still gets forward. Do not vainly nourish
Them to selfe-vse,
It is abuse;
The richest grownds lying wast turn boggs and rott,
And soe beinge useles were as good were not.
Tyme never sleepes;
Though it but creeps,
It still gets forward. Do not vainly nourish
Them to selfe-vse,
It is abuse;
The richest grownds lying wast turn boggs and rott,
And soe beinge useles were as good were not.
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Walke in a meddowe by a river side,
Vpon whose bancks
Growe milk-white ranks
Of full-blowne lyllies in their height of pryde,
Which downward bend,
And nothing tend
Save their owne bewties in the glassie streame:
Looke to your selfe; compare your selfe to them—
Vpon whose bancks
Growe milk-white ranks
Of full-blowne lyllies in their height of pryde,
Which downward bend,
And nothing tend
Save their owne bewties in the glassie streame:
Looke to your selfe; compare your selfe to them—
To them, in bewtie: marke what followes then;
Sommer must end,
The sunn must bend
His longe-abstracted beames to others: then,
Their Spring being crost
By Wynter's frost,
And snep'd by bytter stormes 'gainst which nought boots,
They bend their prowd topps lower then their roots.
Sommer must end,
The sunn must bend
His longe-abstracted beames to others: then,
Their Spring being crost
By Wynter's frost,
And snep'd by bytter stormes 'gainst which nought boots,
They bend their prowd topps lower then their roots.
Then none regard them but with heedles feet:
In durt each treads
Their declyn'd heads.
Soe when youth's wasted, Age and you shall meet:
Then I alone
Shall sadly moane
That interviewe; others it will not move;
So light regard we what we little love.
In durt each treads
Their declyn'd heads.
Soe when youth's wasted, Age and you shall meet:
Then I alone
Shall sadly moane
That interviewe; others it will not move;
So light regard we what we little love.
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