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these often bathed she in her fluxive eyes, and often kissed, andoften 'gan to tear; cried, 'o false blood, thou register of lies, whatunapproved witness dost thou bear! ink would have seemed more blackand damned here! this said, in top of rage the lines she rents, bigdiscontents so breaking their contents.

a reverend man that grazed his cattle nigh, sometime a blusterer thatthe ruffle knew of court, of city, and had let go by the swiftest hoursobserved as they flew, towards this afflicted fancy fastly drew; and,privileged by age, desires to know in brief the grounds and motives of herwoe.

so slides he down upon his grained bat, and comely distant sits he byher side; when he again desires her, being sat, her grievance with hishearing to divide. if that from him there may be aught applied which mayher suffering ecstasy assuage, 'tis promised in the charity of age.

'father,' she says, 'though in me you behold the injury of many ablasting hour, let it not tell your judgement i am old: not age, but sorrow,over me hath power. i might as yet have been a spreading flower, fresh tomyself, if i had self-applied love to myself, and to no love beside.

'but woe is me! too early i attended a youthful suit-it was to gain mygrace- o, one by nature's outwards so commended that maidens' eyesstuck over all his face. love lacked a dwelling and made him her place;and when in his fair parts she did abide, she was new lodged and newlydeified.

'his browny locks did hang in crooked curls; and every lightoccasion of the wind upon his lips their silken parcels hurls. what's sweetto do, to do will aptly find: each eye that saw him did enchant the mind;for on his visage was in little drawn what largeness thinks in paradisewas sawn.

'small show of man was yet upon his chin; his phoenix down beganbut to appear, like unshorn velvet, on that termless skin, whose bare out-bragged the web it seemed to wear: yet showed his visage by that costmore dear; and nice affections wavering stood in doubt if best were as itwas, or best without.

'his qualities were beauteous as his form, for maiden-tongued he was,and thereof free; yet if men moved him, was he such a storm as oft 'twixtmay and april is to see, when winds breathe sweet, unruly though they be.

his rudeness so with his authorized youth did livery falseness in a prideof truth.

'well could he ride, and often men would say, "that horse his mettlefrom his rider takes: proud of subjection, noble by the sway, what rounds,what bounds, what course, what stop he makes!" and controversy hence aquestion takes whether the horse by him became his deed, or he hismanage by th' well-doing steed.

'but quickly on this side the verdict went: his real habitude gave lifeand grace to appertainings and to ornament, accomplished in himself, notin his case, all aids, themselves made fairer by their place, came foradditions; yet their purposed trim pierced not his grace, but were allgraced by him.

'so on the tip of his subduing tongue all kind of arguments andquestion deep, all replication prompt, and reason strong, for hisadvantage still did wake and sleep. to make the weeper laugh, the laugherweep, he had the dialect and different skill, catching all passions in hiscraft of will,'that he did in the general bosom reign of young, of old, and sexesboth enchanted, to dwell with him in thoughts, or to remain in personalduty, following where he haunted. consents bewitched, ere he desire, havegranted, and dialogued for him what he would say, asked their own wills,and made their wills obey.

'many there were that did his picture get, to serve their eyes, and in itput their mind; like fools that in th' imagination set the goodly objectswhich abroad they find of lands and mansions, theirs in thought assigned;and labouring in moe pleasures to bestow them than the true goutylandlord which doth owe them.

'so many have, that never touched his hand, sweetly supposed themmistress of his heart. my woeful self, that did in freedom stand, and wasmy own fee-simple, not in part, what with his art in youth, and youth inart, threw my affections in his charmed power reserved the stalk andgave him all my flower.

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