O, THE PLAYER'S DEGRADATION FOR my sake do you with fortune chide The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, Whilst, like a willing patient, I will drink Pity me then, dear friend, and I assure ye THE WORLD WELL LOST YOUR love and pity doth the impression fill Which vulgar scandal stamp'd upon my brow; For what care I who calls me well or ill, You are my all the world, and I must strive That my steel'd sense or changes right or wrong. In so profound abysm I throw all care You are so strongly in my purpose bred THE OMNIPRESENT VISION INCE I left you, mine eye is in my mind; SINCE And that which governs me to go about Doth part his function and is partly blind, Seems seeing, but effectually is out; For it no form delivers to the heart Of bird, of flower, or shape, which it doth latch : For if it see the rudest or gentlest sight, The mountain or the sea, the day or night, The crow or dove, it shapes them to your feature : Incapable of more, replete with you, My most true mind thus makes mine eye untrue. EYE FLATTERY R whether doth my mind, being crown'd with OR you, Drink up the monarch's plague, this flattery? To make of monsters and things indigest As fast as objects to his beams assemble? O, 'tis the first; 'tis flattery in my seeing, If it be poison'd, 'tis the lesser sin That mine eye loves it and doth first begin. THE GROWTH OF LOVE THOSE lines that I before have writ do lie, Even those that said I could not love you dearer : Yet then my judgment knew no reason why But reckoning time, whose million'd accidents Creep in 'twixt vows, and change decrees of kings, Tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharp'st intents, Divert strong minds to the course of altering things; Alas, why, fearing of time's tyranny, Might I not then say 'Now I love you best,' When I was certain o'er incertainty, Crowning the present, doubting of the rest? Love is a babe; then might I not say so, |