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e Of all worlds gladnesse, more my torment feed. So I her absens will my penaunce make, That of her presens I my meed may take. [* _Sudden_, Qu. sullen?] [** _Dumps_, lamentations.] LIII. The panther, knowing that his spotted hyde Doth please all beasts, but that his looks them fray*, Within a bush his dreadful head doth hide, To let them gaze, whylst he on them may pray. Right so my cruell fayre with me doth play; For with the goodly semblance of her hew She doth allure me to mine owne decay, And then no mercy will unto me shew. Great shame it is, thing so divine in view, Made for to be the worlds most ornament, To make the bayte her gazers to embrew: Good shames to be to ill an instrument! But mercy doth with beautie best agree, As in theyr Maker ye them best may see. [* _Fray_, frighten.] LIV. Of this worlds theatre in which we stay, My Love, like the spectator, ydly sits, Beholding me, that all the pageants play, Disguysing diversly my troubled wits. Sometimes I ioy when glad occasion fits, And mask in myrth lyke to a comedy: Soone after, when my ioy to sorrow flits, I waile, and make my woes a tragedy. Yet she, beholding me with constant eye, Delights not in my merth, nor rues my smart: But when I laugh, she mocks; and when I cry, She laughs, and hardens evermore her hart. What then can move her? If nor merth, nor mone, She is no woman, but a sencelesse stone. LV. So oft as I her beauty doe behold, And therewith doe her cruelty compare, I marvaile of what substance was the mould The which her made attonce so cruell faire. Not earth; for her high thoughts more heavenly are: Not water; for her love doth burne like fyre: Not ayre; for she is not so light or rare; Not fyre; for she doth friese with faint desire. Then needs another element inquire, Whereof she mote be made; that is, the skye. For to the heaven her haughty looks aspire, And eke her love is pure immortall hye. Then sith to heaven ye lykened are the best, Be lyke in mercy as in all the rest. LVI. Fayre ye be sure, but cruell and unkind, As is a tygre, that with greedinesse Hunts after bloud; when he by chance doth find A feeble beast, doth felly him oppresse. Fayre be ye sure, but proud and pitilesse, As is a storme, that all things doth prostrate; Finding a tree alone all comfortlesse, Beats on it strongly, it to ruinate. Fayre be ye sure, but hard and obstinate, As is a rocke amidst the rag
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