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You are a full-spread fair-set Vine, And can with tendrils love entwine; Yet dried, ere you distil your wine.
You are like Balm, enclosed well In amber, or some crystal sh.e.l.l; Yet lost ere you transfuse your smell.
You are a dainty Violet; Yet wither'd, ere you can be set Within the virgins coronet.
You are the Queen all flowers among; But die you must, fair maid, ere long, As he, the maker of this song.
140. TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may: Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the Sun, The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting.
That age is best, which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times, still succeed the former.
--Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry; For having lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry.
EPIGRAMS
141. POSTING TO PRINTING
Let others to the printing-press run fast; Since after death comes glory, I'll not haste.
142. HIS LOSS
All has been plunder'd from me but my wit: Fortune herself can lay no claim to it.
143. THINGS MORTAL STILL MUTABLE
Things are uncertain; and the more we get, The more on icy pavements we are set.
144. NO MAN WITHOUT MONEY
No man such rare parts hath, that he can swim, If favour or occasion help not him.
145. THE PRESENT TIME BEST PLEASETH
Praise, they that will, times past: I joy to see Myself now live; this age best pleaseth me!
146. WANT
Want is a softer wax, that takes thereon, This, that, and every base impression,
147. SATISFACTION FOR SUFFERINGS
For all our works a recompence is sure; 'Tis sweet to think on what was hard t'endure.
148. WRITING
When words we want, Love teacheth to indite; And what we blush to speak, she bids us write.
149. THE DEFINITION OF BEAUTY
Beauty no other thing is, than a beam Flash'd out between the middle and extreme.
150. A MEAN IN OUR MEANS
Though frankincense the deities require, We must not give all to the hallow'd fire.
Such be our gifts, and such be our expense, As for ourselves to leave some frankincense.
