The world thinks now, is in her sickness seen, And that her noble influence is decay'd. LV. [good; And the records fo worn of her firft law, The text by which your mind is understood. And I with the apoftate world should grow, A mind ftill dwelling idly in mine eyes, LXVIT. With bashful looks the fought him to retire; Least the sharp air fhould his new health in And as fhe fpake, fhe faw her rev'rend fire [vače, Approach to feek her in her usual fhade. LXVIII. To whom with filial homage she does how: LXIX. Her face, o'ercaft with thought, does foon betray Where it from outward pomp could ne'er ab- By her pale look, as by the milky way ftain; But even in beauty, coft of courts did prize, And nature, unaffifted, thought too plain. LVIII. Yet by your beauty now reform'd, I find Too flight to ftand the test of waking fight. LIX. And for my healthful mind (difeas'd before) My love I pay; a gift you may disdain, Since love to you, men give not, but restore; As rivers to the fea pay back the rain. LX. Yet eastern kings, who, all by birth possess, Take gifts, as gifts, from vaffals of the crown; So think in love, your property not lefs, By my kind giving what was firft your own. LXI. Lifted with love, thus he with lover's grace, So much with rev'rence of this learned place, LXII. And the in love unpractis'd and unread, (But for fome hints her miftrefs, nature, taught) Had it, till now, like grief with filence fed; For love and grief are nourish'd best with thought. LXIII. But this clofs diet, Love endures not long; LXIV. She said, those virtues now the highly needs, LXV. That if her pray'rs, or care, did ought restore Of abfent health, in his bemoan'd distress; She beg'd, he would approve her duty more, And fo commend her feeble virtue lefs. LXVI. That the the payment he of love would make |