BLAStED ears,

    o seek the spring,

    And at mine eyes, and at mine ears,

    Receive suching.

    But O ! self-traitor, I do bring

    transubstantiates all,

    And can convert manna to gall ;

    And t t

    true paradise, I  brought.

    ter did

    Benighis place,

    And t a grave frost did forbid

    trees to laugo my face ;

    But t I may not this disgrace

    Endure, nor yet leave loving, Love, let me

    Some senseless piece of this place be ;

    Make me a mandrake, so I may grow here,

    Or a stone fountain  my year.

    al phials, lovers, come,

    And take my tears, which are loves wine,

    And try your mistress tears at home,

    For all are false, t taste not just like mine.

    Alas ! s do not in eyes shine,

    Nor can you more judge s by tears,

    t she wears.

    O perverse sex,  she,

    rue, because ruth kills me.

    ILL tell t t do

    to anger destiny, as sh us ;

    ay, thus,

    And erity s too ;

    -endure

    Sibyls glory, and obscure

    her who from Pindar could allure,

    And  lame,

    And hey say) homer did find, and name.

    Study our manuscripts, those myriads

    Of letters,  thee and me ;

    te our annals, and in them will be

    to all whom loves subliming fire invades,

    Rule and example found ;

    th of any ground

    No scic o wound,

    t sees, o us affords,

    to make, to keep, to use