| Eleg: 5.a| |
| Oh let not me serve so, as those men serve [f. 16v] |
| Whom honors smokes at once fatten & sterue; |
| Poorely enrich't wt great mens words or looks |
| Nor so write my name in thy loving books |
| As those idolatrous flatterers; wch still |
| There Princes Stiles, wt many Realmes fullfill |
| Whence they no tribute haue, & where no sway: |
| Such Seruices I offer, as shall pay |
| Themselues: I hate dead Names; Oh then let mee |
| Fauorit in ordinary or no fauorit bee. |
| When my Soule was in her owne body sheathd |
| Nor yet by othes betrothd, nor kisses breathd |
| Into my Purgatory, faythles thee, |
| Thy hart seem'd waxe, & Steele thy constancee. |
| So careles flowers strawd on ye waters face |
| The curled whirlepooles suck, smack, and embrace |
| Yet drowne them: So the tapers beamy ey |
| Amorously twinckling beckens the giddy fly |
| Yet burnes his wings: & such ye Deuil is |
| Scare visiting them who are intyrely his. |
| When I behold a Streame, wch frō the Spring |
| Doth wt doutfull melodious murmuring |
| Or in a speechles slumber calmely ride |
| Her wedded channels bosome, & then chide |
| And bend her browes, & swell yf any bow |
| Do but stoope downe to kisse her vpmost brow; |
| Yet if her often gnawing kisses win |
| The trayterous banke to gape & let her in |
| She rusheth violently, & doth diuorce |
| Her frō her native & her long kept course |
| And rores & braues it, and in gallant skorne |
| In flattering eddyes promising retorne |
| She flouts ye Channell, who thenceforth is dry |
| Then say I That is Shee, and This ame I. |
| Yet let not thy deepe bitternes begett |
| Careles despayre in mee, for yt will whett |
| My mind to skorne, And Oh Love dulld wt payne |
| Was nere so wise, nor well arm'd as disdayne. |
| Then wth new eyes I shall survay thee, and spy |
| Death in thy cheekes; and darknesse in thyne ey. |