- Ah! wherefore with infection should he live,
- And with his presence grace impiety,
- That sin by him advantage should achieve,
- And lace itself with his society?
- Why should false painting imitate his cheek,
- And steel dead seeming of his living hue?
- Why should poor beauty indirectly seek
- Roses of shadow, since his rose is true?
- Why should he live, now Nature bankrupt is,
- Beggar’d of blood to blush through lively veins?
- For she hath no exchequer now but his,
- And proud of many, lives upon his gains.
- O! him she stores, to show what wealth she had
- In days long since, before these last so bad.