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| Base excrement of earth, which dost confound |
| Sense from distinguishing the sick from sound; |
| By thee the seely Amorous sucks his death |
| By drawing in a leprous harlots breath, |
| By thee the greatest stain to mans estate |
| Falls on us, to be call'd effeminate; |
| Though you be much lov'd in the Princes hall, |
| There things that seem, exceed substantial. |
| Gods when ye fum'd on altars, were pleas'd well, |
| Because you'er burnt, not that they lik'd your smel, |
| You are loathsome all, being taken simply alone, |
| Shall we love ill things joyn'd, and hate each one? |
| If you were good, your good doth soon decay; |
| And you are rare, that takes the good away. |
| All my perfumes, I give most willingly |
| To embalm thy fathers coorse; What will he dy? |
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| Elegie. V. |
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| Here take my Picture: though I bid farewell: |
| Thine, in my heart, where my soul dwells, shall dwell, |
| 'Tis like me now, but I dead, 'twill be more |
| When we are shadows both, than 'twas before. |
| When weather-beaten I come back: my hand, |
| Perhaps with rude oars torn, or Sun-beames tann'd, |
| My face and breast of hair-cloth, and my head |
| With cares harsh sodain horiness o'r spread, |
| My body a sack of bones, broken within, |
| And powders blew stains scattered on my skin: |
| If rival fools tax thee to'have lov'd a man, |
| So foul, and coarse, as, Oh, I may seem than, |
| This shall say what I was: and thou shalt say, |
| Do his hurt reach me? doth my worth decay?
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[CW: Or] |