THE RETURN HUS can my love excuse the slow offence THUS Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed : From where thou art why should I haste me thence? Till I return, of posting is no need. O, what excuse will my poor beast then find, Then can no horse with my desire keep pace; Since from thee going he went wilful-slow, Towards thee I'll run, and give him leave to go. CARUM QUOD RARUM am I as the rich, whose blesséd key So an Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so seldom and so rare, So is the time that keeps you as my chest, Blessed are you, whose worthiness gives scope, Being had, to triumph, being lack'd, to hope. REALITY AND SHADOW WHAT is your substance? whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set, Speak of the spring and foison of the year; In all external grace you have some part, O, THE TRUE AND THE FALSE HOW much more doth beauty beauteous seem, By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly But, for their virtue only is their show, And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall fade, my verse distils your truth. EXEGI MONUMENTUM NOT marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory. Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room Even in the eyes of all posterity That wear this world out to the ending doom. So, till the judgment that yourself arise, |