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| Zexzes strange Lydian love, the Platane tree [f. 92] |
| Was loved for age, none being so large as shee. |
| Or else because being younge, nature did bless |
| Her youth with ages glory, barrennes. |
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| If we love thinges longe sought; age is a thinge |
| Wch we are fifty yeares in compassinge, |
| If transitory thinges, wch soone decay, |
| Age must be loueliest at the latest day. |
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| But name not winter faces, whose skinne is slack |
| Lanke as an vnthriftes purse, but a soules sack, |
| Whose eyes seeke light within; for all here is shade |
| Whose mouthes are holes, rather worne out then made, |
| Whose every tooth to a severall place is gone, |
| To vexe their soules at Resurrection. |
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| Name not theis living deaths heades vnto me, |
| For theis not ancient but antique be. |
| I hate extreames, yet I had rather stay |
| Wth tombes then Cradles, to weare out a day. |
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| Since such loves naturall lation is, May still |
| My love descend, and journey downe the hill, |
| Not panting after growing beauties, soe |
| I shall ebb on with them, who homewardes goe.| |
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| Blasted wth sighes, and surrounded wth teares |
| Hither I come to seeke the springe
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[CW: And] |