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Beauty like man's old enemy, 's known
To tempt him most when he's alone:30
The air of some wild o'ergrown wood
Or pathless grove is the boy's food.
Return then back, and feed thine eye,
Feed all thy senses, and feast high:
Spare diet is the cause love lasts;35
For surfeits sooner kill than fasts.

 

A SUPPLEMENT OF AN IMPERFECT COPY OF VERSES OF MR. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE'S, BY THE AUTHOR

1

One of her hands one of her cheeks lay under,

Cosening the pillow of a lawful kiss,
Which therefore swell'd, and seem'd to part asunder,
As angry to be robb'd of such a bliss:
The one lookt pale, and for revenge did long,5
While t' other blush'd, 'cause it had done the wrong.

2

Out of the bed the other fair hand was

On a green satin quilt, whose perfect white
Lookt like a daisy in a field of grass,^[1]
And shew'd like unmelt snow unto the sight:10
There lay this pretty perdue, safe to keep
The rest o' th' body that lay fast asleep.

3

Her eyes, (and therefore it was night), close laid,

Strove to imprison beauty till the morn;
But yet the doors were of such fine stuff made,15
That it broke through, and shew'd itself in scorn,
Throwing a kind of light about the place,
Which turned to smiles still, as 't came near her face.

4

Her beams, which some dull men called hair, divided,

Part with her cheeks, part with her lips, did sport;20
But these, as rude, her breath put by still: some
Wiselier downwards sought, but, falling short,
Curl'd back in rings, and seem'd to turn again
To bite the part so unkindly held them in.

1. Thus far Shakespear.