O envy not --That we dye not-- Those deere lips whose doore encloses All the Graces In their places, Brother pearles, and sister roses. From these treasures Of ripe pleasures One bright smile to cleere the weather. Earth and Heaven Thus made even, Both will be good friends together. The aire does wooe thee, Winds cling to thee; Might a word once fly from out thee, Storme and thunder Would sit under, And keepe silence round about thee. But if Nature's Common creatures, So deare glories dare not borrow: Yet thy beauty Owes a duty, To my loving, lingring sorrow, When to end mee Death shall send mee All his terrors to affright mee: Thine eyes' Graces Gild their faces, And those terrors shall delight mee. When my dying Life is flying, Those sweet aires that often slew mee Shall revive mee, Or reprive mee, And to many deaths renew mee. OUT OF THE ITALIAN. Love now no fire hath left him, 1 We two betwixt us have divided it. Your eyes the light hath reft him, The heat commanding in my heart doth sit.[80] O that poore Love be not for ever spoyled, 5 Let my heat to your light be reconciled. So shall these flames, whose worth Now all obscurèd lyes: --Drest in those beames--start forth And dance before your eyes. 10 Or else partake my flames (I care not whither) And so in mutuall names Of Love, burne both together. OUT OF THE ITALIAN. Would any one the true cause find 1 How Love came nak't, a boy, and blind? 'Tis this: listning one day too long, So th' Syrens in my mistris' song, The extasie of a delight 5 So much o're-mastring all his might, To that one sense, made all else thrall, And so he lost his clothes, eyes, heart and all. VPON THE FRONTISPEECE OF MR. ISAACKSON'S CHRONOLOGIE.[81]