|
| ffor every hower that thou wilt spare mee now [293] |
| I will allow |
| (vsurious God of Love) twenty to thee |
| when with my browne my gray hayres æquall bee |
| Till then, loue, let my body range, and let |
| Mee trauell, soiourne, match, plott, haue, forget |
| Resume my last yeeres Relict; thinke that yet |
| Wee had never mett |
|
| Let mee thinke any Riualls letter mine |
| And at next nine |
| Keepe midnights Promise, mistake by the way |
| The Mayde, and tell the Lady of that delay |
| Onely, let mee loue none, No, not the Sport |
| ffrom Country Grasse to comfitures of Court |
| Or Cittyes Quelq̀„choses, let not report |
| My mind, transport |
|
| This bargayne's good if when I am old I bee |
| Inflamd by thee |
| If thine owne honor or my shame and payne |
| Thou couet, most at that Age thou shalt gayne. |
| doe thy will, then, then Subiect, and degree |
| And fruits of Love, Love, I submitt to thee |
| Spare mee till then, Ile beare it, though, shee bee |
| One that loues me|
|
[CW: Take] |