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- data/History.txt +9 -0
- data/License.txt +1 -0
- data/Manifest.txt +19 -112
- data/Rakefile +3 -3
- data/app_generators/skynet_install/templates/skynet_config.rb +1 -1
- data/extras/rails/views/skynet/index.html.erb +137 -0
- data/lib/skynet.rb +15 -15
- data/lib/skynet/{skynet_active_record_extensions.rb → active_record_extensions.rb} +0 -0
- data/lib/skynet/{skynet_config.rb → config.rb} +0 -0
- data/lib/skynet/{skynet_console.rb → console.rb} +1 -1
- data/lib/skynet/{skynet_console_helper.rb → console_helper.rb} +0 -0
- data/lib/skynet/{skynet_debugger.rb → debugger.rb} +0 -0
- data/lib/skynet/{skynet_guid_generator.rb → guid_generator.rb} +0 -0
- data/lib/skynet/{skynet_job.rb → job.rb} +0 -0
- data/lib/skynet/{skynet_launcher.rb → launcher.rb} +0 -0
- data/lib/skynet/{skynet_logger.rb → logger.rb} +0 -0
- data/lib/skynet/{skynet_manager.rb → manager.rb} +0 -0
- data/lib/skynet/{skynet_message.rb → message.rb} +0 -0
- data/lib/skynet/{skynet_message_queue.rb → message_queue.rb} +0 -0
- data/lib/skynet/{skynet_partitioners.rb → partitioners.rb} +0 -0
- data/lib/skynet/{skynet_ruby_extensions.rb → ruby_extensions.rb} +0 -0
- data/lib/skynet/{skynet_task.rb → task.rb} +0 -0
- data/lib/skynet/{skynet_tuplespace_server.rb → tuplespace_server.rb} +0 -0
- data/lib/skynet/version.rb +1 -1
- data/lib/skynet/{skynet_worker.rb → worker.rb} +0 -0
- data/skynet.gemspec +21 -132
- metadata +22 -130
- data/examples/dgrep/README +0 -70
- data/examples/dgrep/config/skynet_config.rb +0 -26
- data/examples/dgrep/data/shakespeare/README +0 -2
- data/examples/dgrep/data/shakespeare/poetry/loverscomplaint +0 -381
- data/examples/dgrep/data/shakespeare/poetry/rapeoflucrece +0 -2199
- data/examples/dgrep/data/shakespeare/poetry/sonnets +0 -2633
- data/examples/dgrep/data/shakespeare/poetry/various +0 -640
- data/examples/dgrep/data/shakespeare/poetry/venusandadonis +0 -1423
- data/examples/dgrep/data/testfile1.txt +0 -1
- data/examples/dgrep/data/testfile2.txt +0 -1
- data/examples/dgrep/data/testfile3.txt +0 -1
- data/examples/dgrep/data/testfile4.txt +0 -1
- data/examples/dgrep/lib/dgrep.rb +0 -59
- data/examples/dgrep/lib/mapreduce_test.rb +0 -32
- data/examples/dgrep/lib/most_common_words.rb +0 -45
- data/examples/dgrep/script/dgrep +0 -75
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/README +0 -66
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/Rakefile +0 -10
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/app/controllers/application.rb +0 -10
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/app/helpers/application_helper.rb +0 -3
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/app/models/user.rb +0 -21
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/app/models/user_favorite.rb +0 -5
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/app/models/user_mailer.rb +0 -12
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/app/views/user_mailer/welcome.erb +0 -5
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/config/boot.rb +0 -109
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/config/database.yml +0 -42
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/config/environment.rb +0 -59
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/config/environments/development.rb +0 -18
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/config/environments/production.rb +0 -19
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/config/environments/test.rb +0 -22
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/config/initializers/inflections.rb +0 -10
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/config/initializers/mime_types.rb +0 -5
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/config/initializers/skynet.rb +0 -1
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/config/routes.rb +0 -35
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/config/skynet_config.rb +0 -36
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/db/migrate/001_create_skynet_tables.rb +0 -43
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/db/migrate/002_create_users.rb +0 -16
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/db/migrate/003_create_user_favorites.rb +0 -14
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/db/schema.rb +0 -85
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/db/skynet_mysql_schema.sql +0 -33
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/doc/README_FOR_APP +0 -2
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/lib/tasks/rails_mysql_example.rake +0 -20
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/public/404.html +0 -30
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/public/422.html +0 -30
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- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/public/dispatch.cgi +0 -10
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- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/public/dispatch.rb +0 -10
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- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/public/images/rails.png +0 -0
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/public/index.html +0 -277
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/public/javascripts/application.js +0 -2
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/public/javascripts/controls.js +0 -963
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/public/javascripts/dragdrop.js +0 -972
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/public/javascripts/effects.js +0 -1120
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/public/javascripts/prototype.js +0 -4225
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/public/robots.txt +0 -5
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/script/about +0 -3
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/script/console +0 -3
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/script/destroy +0 -3
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/script/generate +0 -3
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- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/script/performance/profiler +0 -3
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- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/script/plugin +0 -3
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/script/process/inspector +0 -3
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- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/script/process/spawner +0 -3
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/script/runner +0 -3
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/script/server +0 -3
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/test/fixtures/user_favorites.yml +0 -9
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/test/fixtures/users.yml +0 -11
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/test/test_helper.rb +0 -38
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/test/unit/user_favorite_test.rb +0 -8
- data/examples/rails_mysql_example/test/unit/user_test.rb +0 -8
- data/extras/nagios/check_skynet.sh +0 -121
- data/extras/rails/views/skynet/index.rhtml +0 -137
- data/tasks/website.rake +0 -17
- data/test/test_active_record_extensions.rb +0 -138
- data/test/test_generator_helper.rb +0 -20
- data/test/test_helper.rb +0 -10
- data/test/test_mysql_message_queue_adapter.rb +0 -263
- data/test/test_skynet.rb +0 -19
- data/test/test_skynet_install_generator.rb +0 -49
- data/test/test_skynet_job.rb +0 -717
- data/test/test_skynet_manager.rb +0 -157
- data/test/test_skynet_message.rb +0 -229
- data/test/test_skynet_task.rb +0 -24
- data/test/test_tuplespace_message_queue.rb +0 -174
- data/website/index.html +0 -181
- data/website/index.txt +0 -98
- data/website/javascripts/rounded_corners_lite.inc.js +0 -285
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That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
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His tender heir might bear his memory:
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Feed'st thy light'st flame with self-substantial fuel,
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When forty winters shall beseige thy brow,
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Proving his beauty by succession thine!
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Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
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Profitless usurer, why dost thou use
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O, none but unthrifts! Dear my love, you know
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Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck;
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But not to tell of good or evil luck,
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Or say with princes if it shall go well,
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By oft predict that I in heaven find:
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But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,
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And, constant stars, in them I read such art
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As truth and beauty shall together thrive,
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If from thyself to store thou wouldst convert;
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Or else of thee this I prognosticate:
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That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows
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Whereon the stars in secret influence comment;
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Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease,
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And wear their brave state out of memory;
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Then the conceit of this inconstant stay
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Sets you most rich in youth before my sight,
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Where wasteful Time debateth with Decay,
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To change your day of youth to sullied night;
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And all in war with Time for love of you,
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As he takes from you, I engraft you new.
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But wherefore do not you a mightier way
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Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time?
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With means more blessed than my barren rhyme?
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Now stand you on the top of happy hours,
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And many maiden gardens yet unset
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With virtuous wish would bear your living flowers,
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Much liker than your painted counterfeit:
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So should the lines of life that life repair,
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Which this, Time's pencil, or my pupil pen,
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Neither in inward worth nor outward fair,
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Can make you live yourself in eyes of men.
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To give away yourself keeps yourself still,
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And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill.
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Who will believe my verse in time to come,
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If it were fill'd with your most high deserts?
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Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb
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Which hides your life and shows not half your parts.
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If I could write the beauty of your eyes
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And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
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The age to come would say 'This poet lies:
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Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.'
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So should my papers yellow'd with their age
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Be scorn'd like old men of less truth than tongue,
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And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage
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And stretched metre of an antique song:
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But were some child of yours alive that time,
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You should live twice; in it and in my rhyme.
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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
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Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
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Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
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And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
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Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
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And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
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And every fair from fair sometime declines,
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By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
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But thy eternal summer shall not fade
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Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
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Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
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When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
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So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
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So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
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Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
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And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;
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Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws,
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And burn the long-lived phoenix in her blood;
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Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleets,
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And do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,
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To the wide world and all her fading sweets;
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But I forbid thee one most heinous crime:
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O, carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow,
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Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen;
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Him in thy course untainted do allow
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For beauty's pattern to succeeding men.
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Yet, do thy worst, old Time: despite thy wrong,
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My love shall in my verse ever live young.
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A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted
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Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;
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A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted
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With shifting change, as is false women's fashion;
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An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
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Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
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A man in hue, all 'hues' in his controlling,
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Much steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth.
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And for a woman wert thou first created;
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Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,
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And by addition me of thee defeated,
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By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
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But since she prick'd thee out for women's pleasure,
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Mine be thy love and thy love's use their treasure.
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So is it not with me as with that Muse
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Stirr'd by a painted beauty to his verse,
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Who heaven itself for ornament doth use
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And every fair with his fair doth rehearse
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Making a couplement of proud compare,
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With sun and moon, with earth and sea's rich gems,
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With April's first-born flowers, and all things rare
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That heaven's air in this huge rondure hems.
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O' let me, true in love, but truly write,
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And then believe me, my love is as fair
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As any mother's child, though not so bright
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As those gold candles fix'd in heaven's air:
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Let them say more than like of hearsay well;
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I will not praise that purpose not to sell.
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XXII.
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My glass shall not persuade me I am old,
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So long as youth and thou are of one date;
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But when in thee time's furrows I behold,
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Then look I death my days should expiate.
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For all that beauty that doth cover thee
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Is but the seemly raiment of my heart,
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Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me:
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How can I then be elder than thou art?
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O, therefore, love, be of thyself so wary
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As I, not for myself, but for thee will;
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Bearing thy heart, which I will keep so chary
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As tender nurse her babe from faring ill.
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Presume not on thy heart when mine is slain;
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Thou gavest me thine, not to give back again.
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As an unperfect actor on the stage
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Who with his fear is put besides his part,
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Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
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Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart.
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397
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So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
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398
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The perfect ceremony of love's rite,
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399
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And in mine own love's strength seem to decay,
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400
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O'ercharged with burden of mine own love's might.
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401
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O, let my books be then the eloquence
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402
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And dumb presagers of my speaking breast,
|
403
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Who plead for love and look for recompense
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404
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More than that tongue that more hath more express'd.
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405
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O, learn to read what silent love hath writ:
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To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.
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XXIV.
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Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd
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411
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Thy beauty's form in table of my heart;
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My body is the frame wherein 'tis held,
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413
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And perspective it is the painter's art.
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414
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For through the painter must you see his skill,
|
415
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To find where your true image pictured lies;
|
416
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Which in my bosom's shop is hanging still,
|
417
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That hath his windows glazed with thine eyes.
|
418
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Now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done:
|
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Mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thine for me
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420
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Are windows to my breast, where-through the sun
|
421
|
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Delights to peep, to gaze therein on thee;
|
422
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Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art;
|
423
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They draw but what they see, know not the heart.
|
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XXV.
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|
427
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Let those who are in favour with their stars
|
428
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Of public honour and proud titles boast,
|
429
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Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars,
|
430
|
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Unlook'd for joy in that I honour most.
|
431
|
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Great princes' favourites their fair leaves spread
|
432
|
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But as the marigold at the sun's eye,
|
433
|
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And in themselves their pride lies buried,
|
434
|
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For at a frown they in their glory die.
|
435
|
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The painful warrior famoused for fight,
|
436
|
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After a thousand victories once foil'd,
|
437
|
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Is from the book of honour razed quite,
|
438
|
-
And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd:
|
439
|
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Then happy I, that love and am beloved
|
440
|
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Where I may not remove nor be removed.
|
441
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|
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XXVI.
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|
444
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Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
|
445
|
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Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit,
|
446
|
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To thee I send this written embassage,
|
447
|
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To witness duty, not to show my wit:
|
448
|
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Duty so great, which wit so poor as mine
|
449
|
-
May make seem bare, in wanting words to show it,
|
450
|
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But that I hope some good conceit of thine
|
451
|
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In thy soul's thought, all naked, will bestow it;
|
452
|
-
Till whatsoever star that guides my moving
|
453
|
-
Points on me graciously with fair aspect
|
454
|
-
And puts apparel on my tatter'd loving,
|
455
|
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To show me worthy of thy sweet respect:
|
456
|
-
Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee;
|
457
|
-
Till then not show my head where thou mayst prove me.
|
458
|
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|
459
|
-
XXVII.
|
460
|
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|
461
|
-
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
|
462
|
-
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
|
463
|
-
But then begins a journey in my head,
|
464
|
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To work my mind, when body's work's expired:
|
465
|
-
For then my thoughts, from far where I abide,
|
466
|
-
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
|
467
|
-
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
|
468
|
-
Looking on darkness which the blind do see
|
469
|
-
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
|
470
|
-
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
|
471
|
-
Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
|
472
|
-
Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.
|
473
|
-
Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
|
474
|
-
For thee and for myself no quiet find.
|
475
|
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|
476
|
-
XXVIII.
|
477
|
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|
478
|
-
How can I then return in happy plight,
|
479
|
-
That am debarr'd the benefit of rest?
|
480
|
-
When day's oppression is not eased by night,
|
481
|
-
But day by night, and night by day, oppress'd?
|
482
|
-
And each, though enemies to either's reign,
|
483
|
-
Do in consent shake hands to torture me;
|
484
|
-
The one by toil, the other to complain
|
485
|
-
How far I toil, still farther off from thee.
|
486
|
-
I tell the day, to please them thou art bright
|
487
|
-
And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven:
|
488
|
-
So flatter I the swart-complexion'd night,
|
489
|
-
When sparkling stars twire not thou gild'st the even.
|
490
|
-
But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer
|
491
|
-
And night doth nightly make grief's strength
|
492
|
-
seem stronger.
|
493
|
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|
494
|
-
XXIX.
|
495
|
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|
496
|
-
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
|
497
|
-
I all alone beweep my outcast state
|
498
|
-
And trouble deal heaven with my bootless cries
|
499
|
-
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
|
500
|
-
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
|
501
|
-
Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd,
|
502
|
-
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
|
503
|
-
With what I most enjoy contented least;
|
504
|
-
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
|
505
|
-
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
|
506
|
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Like to the lark at break of day arising
|
507
|
-
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
|
508
|
-
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
|
509
|
-
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
|
510
|
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|
511
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XXX.
|
512
|
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|
513
|
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When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
|
514
|
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I summon up remembrance of things past,
|
515
|
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I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
|
516
|
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And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
|
517
|
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Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
|
518
|
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For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
|
519
|
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And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,
|
520
|
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And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight:
|
521
|
-
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
|
522
|
-
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
|
523
|
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The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
|
524
|
-
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
|
525
|
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But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
|
526
|
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All losses are restored and sorrows end.
|
527
|
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|
528
|
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XXXI.
|
529
|
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|
530
|
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Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,
|
531
|
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Which I by lacking have supposed dead,
|
532
|
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And there reigns love and all love's loving parts,
|
533
|
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And all those friends which I thought buried.
|
534
|
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How many a holy and obsequious tear
|
535
|
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Hath dear religious love stol'n from mine eye
|
536
|
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As interest of the dead, which now appear
|
537
|
-
But things removed that hidden in thee lie!
|
538
|
-
Thou art the grave where buried love doth live,
|
539
|
-
Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone,
|
540
|
-
Who all their parts of me to thee did give;
|
541
|
-
That due of many now is thine alone:
|
542
|
-
Their images I loved I view in thee,
|
543
|
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And thou, all they, hast all the all of me.
|
544
|
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|
545
|
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XXXII.
|
546
|
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|
547
|
-
If thou survive my well-contented day,
|
548
|
-
When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover,
|
549
|
-
And shalt by fortune once more re-survey
|
550
|
-
These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover,
|
551
|
-
Compare them with the bettering of the time,
|
552
|
-
And though they be outstripp'd by every pen,
|
553
|
-
Reserve them for my love, not for their rhyme,
|
554
|
-
Exceeded by the height of happier men.
|
555
|
-
O, then vouchsafe me but this loving thought:
|
556
|
-
'Had my friend's Muse grown with this growing age,
|
557
|
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A dearer birth than this his love had brought,
|
558
|
-
To march in ranks of better equipage:
|
559
|
-
But since he died and poets better prove,
|
560
|
-
Theirs for their style I'll read, his for his love.'
|
561
|
-
|
562
|
-
XXXIII.
|
563
|
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|
564
|
-
Full many a glorious morning have I seen
|
565
|
-
Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye,
|
566
|
-
Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
|
567
|
-
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
|
568
|
-
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride
|
569
|
-
With ugly rack on his celestial face,
|
570
|
-
And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
|
571
|
-
Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace:
|
572
|
-
Even so my sun one early morn did shine
|
573
|
-
With all triumphant splendor on my brow;
|
574
|
-
But out, alack! he was but one hour mine;
|
575
|
-
The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now.
|
576
|
-
Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth;
|
577
|
-
Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth.
|
578
|
-
|
579
|
-
XXXIV.
|
580
|
-
|
581
|
-
Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,
|
582
|
-
And make me travel forth without my cloak,
|
583
|
-
To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way,
|
584
|
-
Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke?
|
585
|
-
'Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break,
|
586
|
-
To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face,
|
587
|
-
For no man well of such a salve can speak
|
588
|
-
That heals the wound and cures not the disgrace:
|
589
|
-
Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief;
|
590
|
-
Though thou repent, yet I have still the loss:
|
591
|
-
The offender's sorrow lends but weak relief
|
592
|
-
To him that bears the strong offence's cross.
|
593
|
-
Ah! but those tears are pearl which thy love sheds,
|
594
|
-
And they are rich and ransom all ill deeds.
|
595
|
-
|
596
|
-
XXXV.
|
597
|
-
|
598
|
-
No more be grieved at that which thou hast done:
|
599
|
-
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud;
|
600
|
-
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
|
601
|
-
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
|
602
|
-
All men make faults, and even I in this,
|
603
|
-
Authorizing thy trespass with compare,
|
604
|
-
Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss,
|
605
|
-
Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are;
|
606
|
-
For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense--
|
607
|
-
Thy adverse party is thy advocate--
|
608
|
-
And 'gainst myself a lawful plea commence:
|
609
|
-
Such civil war is in my love and hate
|
610
|
-
That I an accessary needs must be
|
611
|
-
To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.
|
612
|
-
|
613
|
-
XXXVI.
|
614
|
-
|
615
|
-
Let me confess that we two must be twain,
|
616
|
-
Although our undivided loves are one:
|
617
|
-
So shall those blots that do with me remain
|
618
|
-
Without thy help by me be borne alone.
|
619
|
-
In our two loves there is but one respect,
|
620
|
-
Though in our lives a separable spite,
|
621
|
-
Which though it alter not love's sole effect,
|
622
|
-
Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love's delight.
|
623
|
-
I may not evermore acknowledge thee,
|
624
|
-
Lest my bewailed guilt should do thee shame,
|
625
|
-
Nor thou with public kindness honour me,
|
626
|
-
Unless thou take that honour from thy name:
|
627
|
-
But do not so; I love thee in such sort
|
628
|
-
As, thou being mine, mine is thy good report.
|
629
|
-
|
630
|
-
XXXVII.
|
631
|
-
|
632
|
-
As a decrepit father takes delight
|
633
|
-
To see his active child do deeds of youth,
|
634
|
-
So I, made lame by fortune's dearest spite,
|
635
|
-
Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth.
|
636
|
-
For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit,
|
637
|
-
Or any of these all, or all, or more,
|
638
|
-
Entitled in thy parts do crowned sit,
|
639
|
-
I make my love engrafted to this store:
|
640
|
-
So then I am not lame, poor, nor despised,
|
641
|
-
Whilst that this shadow doth such substance give
|
642
|
-
That I in thy abundance am sufficed
|
643
|
-
And by a part of all thy glory live.
|
644
|
-
Look, what is best, that best I wish in thee:
|
645
|
-
This wish I have; then ten times happy me!
|
646
|
-
|
647
|
-
XXXVIII.
|
648
|
-
|
649
|
-
How can my Muse want subject to invent,
|
650
|
-
While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verse
|
651
|
-
Thine own sweet argument, too excellent
|
652
|
-
For every vulgar paper to rehearse?
|
653
|
-
O, give thyself the thanks, if aught in me
|
654
|
-
Worthy perusal stand against thy sight;
|
655
|
-
For who's so dumb that cannot write to thee,
|
656
|
-
When thou thyself dost give invention light?
|
657
|
-
Be thou the tenth Muse, ten times more in worth
|
658
|
-
Than those old nine which rhymers invocate;
|
659
|
-
And he that calls on thee, let him bring forth
|
660
|
-
Eternal numbers to outlive long date.
|
661
|
-
If my slight Muse do please these curious days,
|
662
|
-
The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise.
|
663
|
-
|
664
|
-
XXXIX.
|
665
|
-
|
666
|
-
O, how thy worth with manners may I sing,
|
667
|
-
When thou art all the better part of me?
|
668
|
-
What can mine own praise to mine own self bring?
|
669
|
-
And what is 't but mine own when I praise thee?
|
670
|
-
Even for this let us divided live,
|
671
|
-
And our dear love lose name of single one,
|
672
|
-
That by this separation I may give
|
673
|
-
That due to thee which thou deservest alone.
|
674
|
-
O absence, what a torment wouldst thou prove,
|
675
|
-
Were it not thy sour leisure gave sweet leave
|
676
|
-
To entertain the time with thoughts of love,
|
677
|
-
Which time and thoughts so sweetly doth deceive,
|
678
|
-
And that thou teachest how to make one twain,
|
679
|
-
By praising him here who doth hence remain!
|
680
|
-
|
681
|
-
XL.
|
682
|
-
|
683
|
-
Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all;
|
684
|
-
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?
|
685
|
-
No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call;
|
686
|
-
All mine was thine before thou hadst this more.
|
687
|
-
Then if for my love thou my love receivest,
|
688
|
-
I cannot blame thee for my love thou usest;
|
689
|
-
But yet be blamed, if thou thyself deceivest
|
690
|
-
By wilful taste of what thyself refusest.
|
691
|
-
I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief,
|
692
|
-
Although thou steal thee all my poverty;
|
693
|
-
And yet, love knows, it is a greater grief
|
694
|
-
To bear love's wrong than hate's known injury.
|
695
|
-
Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows,
|
696
|
-
Kill me with spites; yet we must not be foes.
|
697
|
-
|
698
|
-
XLI.
|
699
|
-
|
700
|
-
Those petty wrongs that liberty commits,
|
701
|
-
When I am sometime absent from thy heart,
|
702
|
-
Thy beauty and thy years full well befits,
|
703
|
-
For still temptation follows where thou art.
|
704
|
-
Gentle thou art and therefore to be won,
|
705
|
-
Beauteous thou art, therefore to be assailed;
|
706
|
-
And when a woman woos, what woman's son
|
707
|
-
Will sourly leave her till she have prevailed?
|
708
|
-
Ay me! but yet thou mightest my seat forbear,
|
709
|
-
And chide try beauty and thy straying youth,
|
710
|
-
Who lead thee in their riot even there
|
711
|
-
Where thou art forced to break a twofold truth,
|
712
|
-
Hers by thy beauty tempting her to thee,
|
713
|
-
Thine, by thy beauty being false to me.
|
714
|
-
|
715
|
-
XLII.
|
716
|
-
|
717
|
-
That thou hast her, it is not all my grief,
|
718
|
-
And yet it may be said I loved her dearly;
|
719
|
-
That she hath thee, is of my wailing chief,
|
720
|
-
A loss in love that touches me more nearly.
|
721
|
-
Loving offenders, thus I will excuse ye:
|
722
|
-
Thou dost love her, because thou knowst I love her;
|
723
|
-
And for my sake even so doth she abuse me,
|
724
|
-
Suffering my friend for my sake to approve her.
|
725
|
-
If I lose thee, my loss is my love's gain,
|
726
|
-
And losing her, my friend hath found that loss;
|
727
|
-
Both find each other, and I lose both twain,
|
728
|
-
And both for my sake lay on me this cross:
|
729
|
-
But here's the joy; my friend and I are one;
|
730
|
-
Sweet flattery! then she loves but me alone.
|
731
|
-
|
732
|
-
XLIII.
|
733
|
-
|
734
|
-
When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
|
735
|
-
For all the day they view things unrespected;
|
736
|
-
But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,
|
737
|
-
And darkly bright are bright in dark directed.
|
738
|
-
Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,
|
739
|
-
How would thy shadow's form form happy show
|
740
|
-
To the clear day with thy much clearer light,
|
741
|
-
When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so!
|
742
|
-
How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made
|
743
|
-
By looking on thee in the living day,
|
744
|
-
When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
|
745
|
-
Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!
|
746
|
-
All days are nights to see till I see thee,
|
747
|
-
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.
|
748
|
-
|
749
|
-
XLIV.
|
750
|
-
|
751
|
-
If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
|
752
|
-
Injurious distance should not stop my way;
|
753
|
-
For then despite of space I would be brought,
|
754
|
-
From limits far remote where thou dost stay.
|
755
|
-
No matter then although my foot did stand
|
756
|
-
Upon the farthest earth removed from thee;
|
757
|
-
For nimble thought can jump both sea and land
|
758
|
-
As soon as think the place where he would be.
|
759
|
-
But ah! thought kills me that I am not thought,
|
760
|
-
To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone,
|
761
|
-
But that so much of earth and water wrought
|
762
|
-
I must attend time's leisure with my moan,
|
763
|
-
Receiving nought by elements so slow
|
764
|
-
But heavy tears, badges of either's woe.
|
765
|
-
|
766
|
-
XLV.
|
767
|
-
|
768
|
-
The other two, slight air and purging fire,
|
769
|
-
Are both with thee, wherever I abide;
|
770
|
-
The first my thought, the other my desire,
|
771
|
-
These present-absent with swift motion slide.
|
772
|
-
For when these quicker elements are gone
|
773
|
-
In tender embassy of love to thee,
|
774
|
-
My life, being made of four, with two alone
|
775
|
-
Sinks down to death, oppress'd with melancholy;
|
776
|
-
Until life's composition be recured
|
777
|
-
By those swift messengers return'd from thee,
|
778
|
-
Who even but now come back again, assured
|
779
|
-
Of thy fair health, recounting it to me:
|
780
|
-
This told, I joy; but then no longer glad,
|
781
|
-
I send them back again and straight grow sad.
|
782
|
-
|
783
|
-
XLVI.
|
784
|
-
|
785
|
-
Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
|
786
|
-
How to divide the conquest of thy sight;
|
787
|
-
Mine eye my heart thy picture's sight would bar,
|
788
|
-
My heart mine eye the freedom of that right.
|
789
|
-
My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie--
|
790
|
-
A closet never pierced with crystal eyes--
|
791
|
-
But the defendant doth that plea deny
|
792
|
-
And says in him thy fair appearance lies.
|
793
|
-
To 'cide this title is impanneled
|
794
|
-
A quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart,
|
795
|
-
And by their verdict is determined
|
796
|
-
The clear eye's moiety and the dear heart's part:
|
797
|
-
As thus; mine eye's due is thy outward part,
|
798
|
-
And my heart's right thy inward love of heart.
|
799
|
-
|
800
|
-
XLVII.
|
801
|
-
|
802
|
-
Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
|
803
|
-
And each doth good turns now unto the other:
|
804
|
-
When that mine eye is famish'd for a look,
|
805
|
-
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
|
806
|
-
With my love's picture then my eye doth feast
|
807
|
-
And to the painted banquet bids my heart;
|
808
|
-
Another time mine eye is my heart's guest
|
809
|
-
And in his thoughts of love doth share a part:
|
810
|
-
So, either by thy picture or my love,
|
811
|
-
Thyself away art resent still with me;
|
812
|
-
For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,
|
813
|
-
And I am still with them and they with thee;
|
814
|
-
Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight
|
815
|
-
Awakes my heart to heart's and eye's delight.
|
816
|
-
|
817
|
-
XLVIII.
|
818
|
-
|
819
|
-
How careful was I, when I took my way,
|
820
|
-
Each trifle under truest bars to thrust,
|
821
|
-
That to my use it might unused stay
|
822
|
-
From hands of falsehood, in sure wards of trust!
|
823
|
-
But thou, to whom my jewels trifles are,
|
824
|
-
Most worthy of comfort, now my greatest grief,
|
825
|
-
Thou, best of dearest and mine only care,
|
826
|
-
Art left the prey of every vulgar thief.
|
827
|
-
Thee have I not lock'd up in any chest,
|
828
|
-
Save where thou art not, though I feel thou art,
|
829
|
-
Within the gentle closure of my breast,
|
830
|
-
From whence at pleasure thou mayst come and part;
|
831
|
-
And even thence thou wilt be stol'n, I fear,
|
832
|
-
For truth proves thievish for a prize so dear.
|
833
|
-
|
834
|
-
XLIX.
|
835
|
-
|
836
|
-
Against that time, if ever that time come,
|
837
|
-
When I shall see thee frown on my defects,
|
838
|
-
When as thy love hath cast his utmost sum,
|
839
|
-
Call'd to that audit by advised respects;
|
840
|
-
Against that time when thou shalt strangely pass
|
841
|
-
And scarcely greet me with that sun thine eye,
|
842
|
-
When love, converted from the thing it was,
|
843
|
-
Shall reasons find of settled gravity,--
|
844
|
-
Against that time do I ensconce me here
|
845
|
-
Within the knowledge of mine own desert,
|
846
|
-
And this my hand against myself uprear,
|
847
|
-
To guard the lawful reasons on thy part:
|
848
|
-
To leave poor me thou hast the strength of laws,
|
849
|
-
Since why to love I can allege no cause.
|
850
|
-
|
851
|
-
L.
|
852
|
-
|
853
|
-
How heavy do I journey on the way,
|
854
|
-
When what I seek, my weary travel's end,
|
855
|
-
Doth teach that ease and that repose to say
|
856
|
-
'Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend!'
|
857
|
-
The beast that bears me, tired with my woe,
|
858
|
-
Plods dully on, to bear that weight in me,
|
859
|
-
As if by some instinct the wretch did know
|
860
|
-
His rider loved not speed, being made from thee:
|
861
|
-
The bloody spur cannot provoke him on
|
862
|
-
That sometimes anger thrusts into his hide;
|
863
|
-
Which heavily he answers with a groan,
|
864
|
-
More sharp to me than spurring to his side;
|
865
|
-
For that same groan doth put this in my mind;
|
866
|
-
My grief lies onward and my joy behind.
|
867
|
-
|
868
|
-
LI.
|
869
|
-
|
870
|
-
Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
|
871
|
-
Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed:
|
872
|
-
From where thou art why should I haste me thence?
|
873
|
-
Till I return, of posting is no need.
|
874
|
-
O, what excuse will my poor beast then find,
|
875
|
-
When swift extremity can seem but slow?
|
876
|
-
Then should I spur, though mounted on the wind;
|
877
|
-
In winged speed no motion shall I know:
|
878
|
-
Then can no horse with my desire keep pace;
|
879
|
-
Therefore desire of perfect'st love being made,
|
880
|
-
Shall neigh--no dull flesh--in his fiery race;
|
881
|
-
But love, for love, thus shall excuse my jade;
|
882
|
-
Since from thee going he went wilful-slow,
|
883
|
-
Towards thee I'll run, and give him leave to go.
|
884
|
-
|
885
|
-
LII.
|
886
|
-
|
887
|
-
So am I as the rich, whose blessed key
|
888
|
-
Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure,
|
889
|
-
The which he will not every hour survey,
|
890
|
-
For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure.
|
891
|
-
Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare,
|
892
|
-
Since, seldom coming, in the long year set,
|
893
|
-
Like stones of worth they thinly placed are,
|
894
|
-
Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
|
895
|
-
So is the time that keeps you as my chest,
|
896
|
-
Or as the wardrobe which the robe doth hide,
|
897
|
-
To make some special instant special blest,
|
898
|
-
By new unfolding his imprison'd pride.
|
899
|
-
Blessed are you, whose worthiness gives scope,
|
900
|
-
Being had, to triumph, being lack'd, to hope.
|
901
|
-
|
902
|
-
LIII.
|
903
|
-
|
904
|
-
What is your substance, whereof are you made,
|
905
|
-
That millions of strange shadows on you tend?
|
906
|
-
Since every one hath, every one, one shade,
|
907
|
-
And you, but one, can every shadow lend.
|
908
|
-
Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit
|
909
|
-
Is poorly imitated after you;
|
910
|
-
On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set,
|
911
|
-
And you in Grecian tires are painted new:
|
912
|
-
Speak of the spring and foison of the year;
|
913
|
-
The one doth shadow of your beauty show,
|
914
|
-
The other as your bounty doth appear;
|
915
|
-
And you in every blessed shape we know.
|
916
|
-
In all external grace you have some part,
|
917
|
-
But you like none, none you, for constant heart.
|
918
|
-
|
919
|
-
LIV.
|
920
|
-
|
921
|
-
O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
|
922
|
-
By that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
|
923
|
-
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
|
924
|
-
For that sweet odour which doth in it live.
|
925
|
-
The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye
|
926
|
-
As the perfumed tincture of the roses,
|
927
|
-
Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly
|
928
|
-
When summer's breath their masked buds discloses:
|
929
|
-
But, for their virtue only is their show,
|
930
|
-
They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade,
|
931
|
-
Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so;
|
932
|
-
Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made:
|
933
|
-
And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,
|
934
|
-
When that shall fade, my verse distills your truth.
|
935
|
-
|
936
|
-
LV.
|
937
|
-
|
938
|
-
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
|
939
|
-
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;
|
940
|
-
But you shall shine more bright in these contents
|
941
|
-
Than unswept stone besmear'd with sluttish time.
|
942
|
-
When wasteful war shall statues overturn,
|
943
|
-
And broils root out the work of masonry,
|
944
|
-
Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn
|
945
|
-
The living record of your memory.
|
946
|
-
'Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity
|
947
|
-
Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room
|
948
|
-
Even in the eyes of all posterity
|
949
|
-
That wear this world out to the ending doom.
|
950
|
-
So, till the judgment that yourself arise,
|
951
|
-
You live in this, and dwell in lover's eyes.
|
952
|
-
|
953
|
-
LVI.
|
954
|
-
|
955
|
-
Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said
|
956
|
-
Thy edge should blunter be than appetite,
|
957
|
-
Which but to-day by feeding is allay'd,
|
958
|
-
To-morrow sharpen'd in his former might:
|
959
|
-
So, love, be thou; although to-day thou fill
|
960
|
-
Thy hungry eyes even till they wink with fullness,
|
961
|
-
To-morrow see again, and do not kill
|
962
|
-
The spirit of love with a perpetual dullness.
|
963
|
-
Let this sad interim like the ocean be
|
964
|
-
Which parts the shore, where two contracted new
|
965
|
-
Come daily to the banks, that, when they see
|
966
|
-
Return of love, more blest may be the view;
|
967
|
-
Else call it winter, which being full of care
|
968
|
-
Makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.
|
969
|
-
|
970
|
-
LVII.
|
971
|
-
|
972
|
-
Being your slave, what should I do but tend
|
973
|
-
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
|
974
|
-
I have no precious time at all to spend,
|
975
|
-
Nor services to do, till you require.
|
976
|
-
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour
|
977
|
-
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
|
978
|
-
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
|
979
|
-
When you have bid your servant once adieu;
|
980
|
-
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
|
981
|
-
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
|
982
|
-
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
|
983
|
-
Save, where you are how happy you make those.
|
984
|
-
So true a fool is love that in your will,
|
985
|
-
Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.
|
986
|
-
|
987
|
-
LVIII.
|
988
|
-
|
989
|
-
That god forbid that made me first your slave,
|
990
|
-
I should in thought control your times of pleasure,
|
991
|
-
Or at your hand the account of hours to crave,
|
992
|
-
Being your vassal, bound to stay your leisure!
|
993
|
-
O, let me suffer, being at your beck,
|
994
|
-
The imprison'd absence of your liberty;
|
995
|
-
And patience, tame to sufferance, bide each cheque,
|
996
|
-
Without accusing you of injury.
|
997
|
-
Be where you list, your charter is so strong
|
998
|
-
That you yourself may privilege your time
|
999
|
-
To what you will; to you it doth belong
|
1000
|
-
Yourself to pardon of self-doing crime.
|
1001
|
-
I am to wait, though waiting so be hell;
|
1002
|
-
Not blame your pleasure, be it ill or well.
|
1003
|
-
|
1004
|
-
LIX.
|
1005
|
-
|
1006
|
-
If there be nothing new, but that which is
|
1007
|
-
Hath been before, how are our brains beguiled,
|
1008
|
-
Which, labouring for invention, bear amiss
|
1009
|
-
The second burden of a former child!
|
1010
|
-
O, that record could with a backward look,
|
1011
|
-
Even of five hundred courses of the sun,
|
1012
|
-
Show me your image in some antique book,
|
1013
|
-
Since mind at first in character was done!
|
1014
|
-
That I might see what the old world could say
|
1015
|
-
To this composed wonder of your frame;
|
1016
|
-
Whether we are mended, or whether better they,
|
1017
|
-
Or whether revolution be the same.
|
1018
|
-
O, sure I am, the wits of former days
|
1019
|
-
To subjects worse have given admiring praise.
|
1020
|
-
|
1021
|
-
LX.
|
1022
|
-
|
1023
|
-
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
|
1024
|
-
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
|
1025
|
-
Each changing place with that which goes before,
|
1026
|
-
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
|
1027
|
-
Nativity, once in the main of light,
|
1028
|
-
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd,
|
1029
|
-
Crooked elipses 'gainst his glory fight,
|
1030
|
-
And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
|
1031
|
-
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
|
1032
|
-
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
|
1033
|
-
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,
|
1034
|
-
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
|
1035
|
-
And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,
|
1036
|
-
Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
|
1037
|
-
|
1038
|
-
LXI.
|
1039
|
-
|
1040
|
-
Is it thy will thy image should keep open
|
1041
|
-
My heavy eyelids to the weary night?
|
1042
|
-
Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken,
|
1043
|
-
While shadows like to thee do mock my sight?
|
1044
|
-
Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee
|
1045
|
-
So far from home into my deeds to pry,
|
1046
|
-
To find out shames and idle hours in me,
|
1047
|
-
The scope and tenor of thy jealousy?
|
1048
|
-
O, no! thy love, though much, is not so great:
|
1049
|
-
It is my love that keeps mine eye awake;
|
1050
|
-
Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat,
|
1051
|
-
To play the watchman ever for thy sake:
|
1052
|
-
For thee watch I whilst thou dost wake elsewhere,
|
1053
|
-
From me far off, with others all too near.
|
1054
|
-
|
1055
|
-
LXII.
|
1056
|
-
|
1057
|
-
Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
|
1058
|
-
And all my soul and all my every part;
|
1059
|
-
And for this sin there is no remedy,
|
1060
|
-
It is so grounded inward in my heart.
|
1061
|
-
Methinks no face so gracious is as mine,
|
1062
|
-
No shape so true, no truth of such account;
|
1063
|
-
And for myself mine own worth do define,
|
1064
|
-
As I all other in all worths surmount.
|
1065
|
-
But when my glass shows me myself indeed,
|
1066
|
-
Beated and chopp'd with tann'd antiquity,
|
1067
|
-
Mine own self-love quite contrary I read;
|
1068
|
-
Self so self-loving were iniquity.
|
1069
|
-
'Tis thee, myself, that for myself I praise,
|
1070
|
-
Painting my age with beauty of thy days.
|
1071
|
-
|
1072
|
-
LXIII.
|
1073
|
-
|
1074
|
-
Against my love shall be, as I am now,
|
1075
|
-
With Time's injurious hand crush'd and o'er-worn;
|
1076
|
-
When hours have drain'd his blood and fill'd his brow
|
1077
|
-
With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn
|
1078
|
-
Hath travell'd on to age's steepy night,
|
1079
|
-
And all those beauties whereof now he's king
|
1080
|
-
Are vanishing or vanish'd out of sight,
|
1081
|
-
Stealing away the treasure of his spring;
|
1082
|
-
For such a time do I now fortify
|
1083
|
-
Against confounding age's cruel knife,
|
1084
|
-
That he shall never cut from memory
|
1085
|
-
My sweet love's beauty, though my lover's life:
|
1086
|
-
His beauty shall in these black lines be seen,
|
1087
|
-
And they shall live, and he in them still green.
|
1088
|
-
|
1089
|
-
LXIV.
|
1090
|
-
|
1091
|
-
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced
|
1092
|
-
The rich proud cost of outworn buried age;
|
1093
|
-
When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed
|
1094
|
-
And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;
|
1095
|
-
When I have seen the hungry ocean gain
|
1096
|
-
Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,
|
1097
|
-
And the firm soil win of the watery main,
|
1098
|
-
Increasing store with loss and loss with store;
|
1099
|
-
When I have seen such interchange of state,
|
1100
|
-
Or state itself confounded to decay;
|
1101
|
-
Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate,
|
1102
|
-
That Time will come and take my love away.
|
1103
|
-
This thought is as a death, which cannot choose
|
1104
|
-
But weep to have that which it fears to lose.
|
1105
|
-
|
1106
|
-
LXV.
|
1107
|
-
|
1108
|
-
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
|
1109
|
-
But sad mortality o'er-sways their power,
|
1110
|
-
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
|
1111
|
-
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
|
1112
|
-
O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out
|
1113
|
-
Against the wreckful siege of battering days,
|
1114
|
-
When rocks impregnable are not so stout,
|
1115
|
-
Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays?
|
1116
|
-
O fearful meditation! where, alack,
|
1117
|
-
Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid?
|
1118
|
-
Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back?
|
1119
|
-
Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid?
|
1120
|
-
O, none, unless this miracle have might,
|
1121
|
-
That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
|
1122
|
-
|
1123
|
-
LXVI.
|
1124
|
-
|
1125
|
-
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
|
1126
|
-
As, to behold desert a beggar born,
|
1127
|
-
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
|
1128
|
-
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
|
1129
|
-
And guilded honour shamefully misplaced,
|
1130
|
-
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
|
1131
|
-
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
|
1132
|
-
And strength by limping sway disabled,
|
1133
|
-
And art made tongue-tied by authority,
|
1134
|
-
And folly doctor-like controlling skill,
|
1135
|
-
And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,
|
1136
|
-
And captive good attending captain ill:
|
1137
|
-
Tired with all these, from these would I be gone,
|
1138
|
-
Save that, to die, I leave my love alone.
|
1139
|
-
|
1140
|
-
LXVII.
|
1141
|
-
|
1142
|
-
Ah! wherefore with infection should he live,
|
1143
|
-
And with his presence grace impiety,
|
1144
|
-
That sin by him advantage should achieve
|
1145
|
-
And lace itself with his society?
|
1146
|
-
Why should false painting imitate his cheek
|
1147
|
-
And steal dead seeing of his living hue?
|
1148
|
-
Why should poor beauty indirectly seek
|
1149
|
-
Roses of shadow, since his rose is true?
|
1150
|
-
Why should he live, now Nature bankrupt is,
|
1151
|
-
Beggar'd of blood to blush through lively veins?
|
1152
|
-
For she hath no exchequer now but his,
|
1153
|
-
And, proud of many, lives upon his gains.
|
1154
|
-
O, him she stores, to show what wealth she had
|
1155
|
-
In days long since, before these last so bad.
|
1156
|
-
|
1157
|
-
LXVIII.
|
1158
|
-
|
1159
|
-
Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn,
|
1160
|
-
When beauty lived and died as flowers do now,
|
1161
|
-
Before the bastard signs of fair were born,
|
1162
|
-
Or durst inhabit on a living brow;
|
1163
|
-
Before the golden tresses of the dead,
|
1164
|
-
The right of sepulchres, were shorn away,
|
1165
|
-
To live a second life on second head;
|
1166
|
-
Ere beauty's dead fleece made another gay:
|
1167
|
-
In him those holy antique hours are seen,
|
1168
|
-
Without all ornament, itself and true,
|
1169
|
-
Making no summer of another's green,
|
1170
|
-
Robbing no old to dress his beauty new;
|
1171
|
-
And him as for a map doth Nature store,
|
1172
|
-
To show false Art what beauty was of yore.
|
1173
|
-
|
1174
|
-
LXIX.
|
1175
|
-
|
1176
|
-
Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
|
1177
|
-
Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend;
|
1178
|
-
All tongues, the voice of souls, give thee that due,
|
1179
|
-
Uttering bare truth, even so as foes commend.
|
1180
|
-
Thy outward thus with outward praise is crown'd;
|
1181
|
-
But those same tongues that give thee so thine own
|
1182
|
-
In other accents do this praise confound
|
1183
|
-
By seeing farther than the eye hath shown.
|
1184
|
-
They look into the beauty of thy mind,
|
1185
|
-
And that, in guess, they measure by thy deeds;
|
1186
|
-
Then, churls, their thoughts, although their eyes were kind,
|
1187
|
-
To thy fair flower add the rank smell of weeds:
|
1188
|
-
But why thy odour matcheth not thy show,
|
1189
|
-
The solve is this, that thou dost common grow.
|
1190
|
-
|
1191
|
-
LXX.
|
1192
|
-
|
1193
|
-
That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,
|
1194
|
-
For slander's mark was ever yet the fair;
|
1195
|
-
The ornament of beauty is suspect,
|
1196
|
-
A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.
|
1197
|
-
So thou be good, slander doth but approve
|
1198
|
-
Thy worth the greater, being woo'd of time;
|
1199
|
-
For canker vice the sweetest buds doth love,
|
1200
|
-
And thou present'st a pure unstained prime.
|
1201
|
-
Thou hast pass'd by the ambush of young days,
|
1202
|
-
Either not assail'd or victor being charged;
|
1203
|
-
Yet this thy praise cannot be so thy praise,
|
1204
|
-
To tie up envy evermore enlarged:
|
1205
|
-
If some suspect of ill mask'd not thy show,
|
1206
|
-
Then thou alone kingdoms of hearts shouldst owe.
|
1207
|
-
|
1208
|
-
LXXI.
|
1209
|
-
|
1210
|
-
No longer mourn for me when I am dead
|
1211
|
-
Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell
|
1212
|
-
Give warning to the world that I am fled
|
1213
|
-
From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell:
|
1214
|
-
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
|
1215
|
-
The hand that writ it; for I love you so
|
1216
|
-
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot
|
1217
|
-
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
|
1218
|
-
O, if, I say, you look upon this verse
|
1219
|
-
When I perhaps compounded am with clay,
|
1220
|
-
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse.
|
1221
|
-
But let your love even with my life decay,
|
1222
|
-
Lest the wise world should look into your moan
|
1223
|
-
And mock you with me after I am gone.
|
1224
|
-
|
1225
|
-
LXXII.
|
1226
|
-
|
1227
|
-
O, lest the world should task you to recite
|
1228
|
-
What merit lived in me, that you should love
|
1229
|
-
After my death, dear love, forget me quite,
|
1230
|
-
For you in me can nothing worthy prove;
|
1231
|
-
Unless you would devise some virtuous lie,
|
1232
|
-
To do more for me than mine own desert,
|
1233
|
-
And hang more praise upon deceased I
|
1234
|
-
Than niggard truth would willingly impart:
|
1235
|
-
O, lest your true love may seem false in this,
|
1236
|
-
That you for love speak well of me untrue,
|
1237
|
-
My name be buried where my body is,
|
1238
|
-
And live no more to shame nor me nor you.
|
1239
|
-
For I am shamed by that which I bring forth,
|
1240
|
-
And so should you, to love things nothing worth.
|
1241
|
-
|
1242
|
-
LXXIII.
|
1243
|
-
|
1244
|
-
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
|
1245
|
-
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
|
1246
|
-
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
|
1247
|
-
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
|
1248
|
-
In me thou seest the twilight of such day
|
1249
|
-
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
|
1250
|
-
Which by and by black night doth take away,
|
1251
|
-
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
|
1252
|
-
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
|
1253
|
-
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
|
1254
|
-
As the death-bed whereon it must expire
|
1255
|
-
Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by.
|
1256
|
-
This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,
|
1257
|
-
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
|
1258
|
-
|
1259
|
-
LXXIV.
|
1260
|
-
|
1261
|
-
But be contented: when that fell arrest
|
1262
|
-
Without all bail shall carry me away,
|
1263
|
-
My life hath in this line some interest,
|
1264
|
-
Which for memorial still with thee shall stay.
|
1265
|
-
When thou reviewest this, thou dost review
|
1266
|
-
The very part was consecrate to thee:
|
1267
|
-
The earth can have but earth, which is his due;
|
1268
|
-
My spirit is thine, the better part of me:
|
1269
|
-
So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life,
|
1270
|
-
The prey of worms, my body being dead,
|
1271
|
-
The coward conquest of a wretch's knife,
|
1272
|
-
Too base of thee to be remembered.
|
1273
|
-
The worth of that is that which it contains,
|
1274
|
-
And that is this, and this with thee remains.
|
1275
|
-
|
1276
|
-
LXXV.
|
1277
|
-
|
1278
|
-
So are you to my thoughts as food to life,
|
1279
|
-
Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground;
|
1280
|
-
And for the peace of you I hold such strife
|
1281
|
-
As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found;
|
1282
|
-
Now proud as an enjoyer and anon
|
1283
|
-
Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure,
|
1284
|
-
Now counting best to be with you alone,
|
1285
|
-
Then better'd that the world may see my pleasure;
|
1286
|
-
Sometime all full with feasting on your sight
|
1287
|
-
And by and by clean starved for a look;
|
1288
|
-
Possessing or pursuing no delight,
|
1289
|
-
Save what is had or must from you be took.
|
1290
|
-
Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day,
|
1291
|
-
Or gluttoning on all, or all away.
|
1292
|
-
|
1293
|
-
LXXVI.
|
1294
|
-
|
1295
|
-
Why is my verse so barren of new pride,
|
1296
|
-
So far from variation or quick change?
|
1297
|
-
Why with the time do I not glance aside
|
1298
|
-
To new-found methods and to compounds strange?
|
1299
|
-
Why write I still all one, ever the same,
|
1300
|
-
And keep invention in a noted weed,
|
1301
|
-
That every word doth almost tell my name,
|
1302
|
-
Showing their birth and where they did proceed?
|
1303
|
-
O, know, sweet love, I always write of you,
|
1304
|
-
And you and love are still my argument;
|
1305
|
-
So all my best is dressing old words new,
|
1306
|
-
Spending again what is already spent:
|
1307
|
-
For as the sun is daily new and old,
|
1308
|
-
So is my love still telling what is told.
|
1309
|
-
|
1310
|
-
LXXVII.
|
1311
|
-
|
1312
|
-
Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
|
1313
|
-
Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste;
|
1314
|
-
The vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear,
|
1315
|
-
And of this book this learning mayst thou taste.
|
1316
|
-
The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show
|
1317
|
-
Of mouthed graves will give thee memory;
|
1318
|
-
Thou by thy dial's shady stealth mayst know
|
1319
|
-
Time's thievish progress to eternity.
|
1320
|
-
Look, what thy memory can not contain
|
1321
|
-
Commit to these waste blanks, and thou shalt find
|
1322
|
-
Those children nursed, deliver'd from thy brain,
|
1323
|
-
To take a new acquaintance of thy mind.
|
1324
|
-
These offices, so oft as thou wilt look,
|
1325
|
-
Shall profit thee and much enrich thy book.
|
1326
|
-
|
1327
|
-
LXXVIII.
|
1328
|
-
|
1329
|
-
So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse
|
1330
|
-
And found such fair assistance in my verse
|
1331
|
-
As every alien pen hath got my use
|
1332
|
-
And under thee their poesy disperse.
|
1333
|
-
Thine eyes that taught the dumb on high to sing
|
1334
|
-
And heavy ignorance aloft to fly
|
1335
|
-
Have added feathers to the learned's wing
|
1336
|
-
And given grace a double majesty.
|
1337
|
-
Yet be most proud of that which I compile,
|
1338
|
-
Whose influence is thine and born of thee:
|
1339
|
-
In others' works thou dost but mend the style,
|
1340
|
-
And arts with thy sweet graces graced be;
|
1341
|
-
But thou art all my art and dost advance
|
1342
|
-
As high as learning my rude ignorance.
|
1343
|
-
|
1344
|
-
LXXIX.
|
1345
|
-
|
1346
|
-
Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid,
|
1347
|
-
My verse alone had all thy gentle grace,
|
1348
|
-
But now my gracious numbers are decay'd
|
1349
|
-
And my sick Muse doth give another place.
|
1350
|
-
I grant, sweet love, thy lovely argument
|
1351
|
-
Deserves the travail of a worthier pen,
|
1352
|
-
Yet what of thee thy poet doth invent
|
1353
|
-
He robs thee of and pays it thee again.
|
1354
|
-
He lends thee virtue and he stole that word
|
1355
|
-
From thy behavior; beauty doth he give
|
1356
|
-
And found it in thy cheek; he can afford
|
1357
|
-
No praise to thee but what in thee doth live.
|
1358
|
-
Then thank him not for that which he doth say,
|
1359
|
-
Since what he owes thee thou thyself dost pay.
|
1360
|
-
|
1361
|
-
LXXX.
|
1362
|
-
|
1363
|
-
O, how I faint when I of you do write,
|
1364
|
-
Knowing a better spirit doth use your name,
|
1365
|
-
And in the praise thereof spends all his might,
|
1366
|
-
To make me tongue-tied, speaking of your fame!
|
1367
|
-
But since your worth, wide as the ocean is,
|
1368
|
-
The humble as the proudest sail doth bear,
|
1369
|
-
My saucy bark inferior far to his
|
1370
|
-
On your broad main doth wilfully appear.
|
1371
|
-
Your shallowest help will hold me up afloat,
|
1372
|
-
Whilst he upon your soundless deep doth ride;
|
1373
|
-
Or being wreck'd, I am a worthless boat,
|
1374
|
-
He of tall building and of goodly pride:
|
1375
|
-
Then if he thrive and I be cast away,
|
1376
|
-
The worst was this; my love was my decay.
|
1377
|
-
|
1378
|
-
LXXXI.
|
1379
|
-
|
1380
|
-
Or I shall live your epitaph to make,
|
1381
|
-
Or you survive when I in earth am rotten;
|
1382
|
-
From hence your memory death cannot take,
|
1383
|
-
Although in me each part will be forgotten.
|
1384
|
-
Your name from hence immortal life shall have,
|
1385
|
-
Though I, once gone, to all the world must die:
|
1386
|
-
The earth can yield me but a common grave,
|
1387
|
-
When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie.
|
1388
|
-
Your monument shall be my gentle verse,
|
1389
|
-
Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read,
|
1390
|
-
And tongues to be your being shall rehearse
|
1391
|
-
When all the breathers of this world are dead;
|
1392
|
-
You still shall live--such virtue hath my pen--
|
1393
|
-
Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
|
1394
|
-
|
1395
|
-
LXXXII.
|
1396
|
-
|
1397
|
-
I grant thou wert not married to my Muse
|
1398
|
-
And therefore mayst without attaint o'erlook
|
1399
|
-
The dedicated words which writers use
|
1400
|
-
Of their fair subject, blessing every book
|
1401
|
-
Thou art as fair in knowledge as in hue,
|
1402
|
-
Finding thy worth a limit past my praise,
|
1403
|
-
And therefore art enforced to seek anew
|
1404
|
-
Some fresher stamp of the time-bettering days
|
1405
|
-
And do so, love; yet when they have devised
|
1406
|
-
What strained touches rhetoric can lend,
|
1407
|
-
Thou truly fair wert truly sympathized
|
1408
|
-
In true plain words by thy true-telling friend;
|
1409
|
-
And their gross painting might be better used
|
1410
|
-
Where cheeks need blood; in thee it is abused.
|
1411
|
-
|
1412
|
-
LXXXIII.
|
1413
|
-
|
1414
|
-
I never saw that you did painting need
|
1415
|
-
And therefore to your fair no painting set;
|
1416
|
-
I found, or thought I found, you did exceed
|
1417
|
-
The barren tender of a poet's debt;
|
1418
|
-
And therefore have I slept in your report,
|
1419
|
-
That you yourself being extant well might show
|
1420
|
-
How far a modern quill doth come too short,
|
1421
|
-
Speaking of worth, what worth in you doth grow.
|
1422
|
-
This silence for my sin you did impute,
|
1423
|
-
Which shall be most my glory, being dumb;
|
1424
|
-
For I impair not beauty being mute,
|
1425
|
-
When others would give life and bring a tomb.
|
1426
|
-
There lives more life in one of your fair eyes
|
1427
|
-
Than both your poets can in praise devise.
|
1428
|
-
|
1429
|
-
LXXXIV.
|
1430
|
-
|
1431
|
-
Who is it that says most? which can say more
|
1432
|
-
Than this rich praise, that you alone are you?
|
1433
|
-
In whose confine immured is the store
|
1434
|
-
Which should example where your equal grew.
|
1435
|
-
Lean penury within that pen doth dwell
|
1436
|
-
That to his subject lends not some small glory;
|
1437
|
-
But he that writes of you, if he can tell
|
1438
|
-
That you are you, so dignifies his story,
|
1439
|
-
Let him but copy what in you is writ,
|
1440
|
-
Not making worse what nature made so clear,
|
1441
|
-
And such a counterpart shall fame his wit,
|
1442
|
-
Making his style admired every where.
|
1443
|
-
You to your beauteous blessings add a curse,
|
1444
|
-
Being fond on praise, which makes your praises worse.
|
1445
|
-
|
1446
|
-
LXXXV.
|
1447
|
-
|
1448
|
-
My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,
|
1449
|
-
While comments of your praise, richly compiled,
|
1450
|
-
Reserve their character with golden quill
|
1451
|
-
And precious phrase by all the Muses filed.
|
1452
|
-
I think good thoughts whilst other write good words,
|
1453
|
-
And like unletter'd clerk still cry 'Amen'
|
1454
|
-
To every hymn that able spirit affords
|
1455
|
-
In polish'd form of well-refined pen.
|
1456
|
-
Hearing you praised, I say ''Tis so, 'tis true,'
|
1457
|
-
And to the most of praise add something more;
|
1458
|
-
But that is in my thought, whose love to you,
|
1459
|
-
Though words come hindmost, holds his rank before.
|
1460
|
-
Then others for the breath of words respect,
|
1461
|
-
Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect.
|
1462
|
-
|
1463
|
-
LXXXVI.
|
1464
|
-
|
1465
|
-
Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,
|
1466
|
-
Bound for the prize of all too precious you,
|
1467
|
-
That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse,
|
1468
|
-
Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew?
|
1469
|
-
Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write
|
1470
|
-
Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead?
|
1471
|
-
No, neither he, nor his compeers by night
|
1472
|
-
Giving him aid, my verse astonished.
|
1473
|
-
He, nor that affable familiar ghost
|
1474
|
-
Which nightly gulls him with intelligence
|
1475
|
-
As victors of my silence cannot boast;
|
1476
|
-
I was not sick of any fear from thence:
|
1477
|
-
But when your countenance fill'd up his line,
|
1478
|
-
Then lack'd I matter; that enfeebled mine.
|
1479
|
-
|
1480
|
-
LXXXVII.
|
1481
|
-
|
1482
|
-
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,
|
1483
|
-
And like enough thou know'st thy estimate:
|
1484
|
-
The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing;
|
1485
|
-
My bonds in thee are all determinate.
|
1486
|
-
For how do I hold thee but by thy granting?
|
1487
|
-
And for that riches where is my deserving?
|
1488
|
-
The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting,
|
1489
|
-
And so my patent back again is swerving.
|
1490
|
-
Thyself thou gavest, thy own worth then not knowing,
|
1491
|
-
Or me, to whom thou gavest it, else mistaking;
|
1492
|
-
So thy great gift, upon misprision growing,
|
1493
|
-
Comes home again, on better judgment making.
|
1494
|
-
Thus have I had thee, as a dream doth flatter,
|
1495
|
-
In sleep a king, but waking no such matter.
|
1496
|
-
|
1497
|
-
LXXXVIII.
|
1498
|
-
|
1499
|
-
When thou shalt be disposed to set me light,
|
1500
|
-
And place my merit in the eye of scorn,
|
1501
|
-
Upon thy side against myself I'll fight,
|
1502
|
-
And prove thee virtuous, though thou art forsworn.
|
1503
|
-
With mine own weakness being best acquainted,
|
1504
|
-
Upon thy part I can set down a story
|
1505
|
-
Of faults conceal'd, wherein I am attainted,
|
1506
|
-
That thou in losing me shalt win much glory:
|
1507
|
-
And I by this will be a gainer too;
|
1508
|
-
For bending all my loving thoughts on thee,
|
1509
|
-
The injuries that to myself I do,
|
1510
|
-
Doing thee vantage, double-vantage me.
|
1511
|
-
Such is my love, to thee I so belong,
|
1512
|
-
That for thy right myself will bear all wrong.
|
1513
|
-
|
1514
|
-
LXXXIX.
|
1515
|
-
|
1516
|
-
Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,
|
1517
|
-
And I will comment upon that offence;
|
1518
|
-
Speak of my lameness, and I straight will halt,
|
1519
|
-
Against thy reasons making no defence.
|
1520
|
-
Thou canst not, love, disgrace me half so ill,
|
1521
|
-
To set a form upon desired change,
|
1522
|
-
As I'll myself disgrace: knowing thy will,
|
1523
|
-
I will acquaintance strangle and look strange,
|
1524
|
-
Be absent from thy walks, and in my tongue
|
1525
|
-
Thy sweet beloved name no more shall dwell,
|
1526
|
-
Lest I, too much profane, should do it wrong
|
1527
|
-
And haply of our old acquaintance tell.
|
1528
|
-
For thee against myself I'll vow debate,
|
1529
|
-
For I must ne'er love him whom thou dost hate.
|
1530
|
-
|
1531
|
-
XC.
|
1532
|
-
|
1533
|
-
Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;
|
1534
|
-
Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross,
|
1535
|
-
Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow,
|
1536
|
-
And do not drop in for an after-loss:
|
1537
|
-
Ah, do not, when my heart hath 'scoped this sorrow,
|
1538
|
-
Come in the rearward of a conquer'd woe;
|
1539
|
-
Give not a windy night a rainy morrow,
|
1540
|
-
To linger out a purposed overthrow.
|
1541
|
-
If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last,
|
1542
|
-
When other petty griefs have done their spite
|
1543
|
-
But in the onset come; so shall I taste
|
1544
|
-
At first the very worst of fortune's might,
|
1545
|
-
And other strains of woe, which now seem woe,
|
1546
|
-
Compared with loss of thee will not seem so.
|
1547
|
-
|
1548
|
-
XCI.
|
1549
|
-
|
1550
|
-
Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,
|
1551
|
-
Some in their wealth, some in their bodies' force,
|
1552
|
-
Some in their garments, though new-fangled ill,
|
1553
|
-
Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse;
|
1554
|
-
And every humour hath his adjunct pleasure,
|
1555
|
-
Wherein it finds a joy above the rest:
|
1556
|
-
But these particulars are not my measure;
|
1557
|
-
All these I better in one general best.
|
1558
|
-
Thy love is better than high birth to me,
|
1559
|
-
Richer than wealth, prouder than garments' cost,
|
1560
|
-
Of more delight than hawks or horses be;
|
1561
|
-
And having thee, of all men's pride I boast:
|
1562
|
-
Wretched in this alone, that thou mayst take
|
1563
|
-
All this away and me most wretched make.
|
1564
|
-
|
1565
|
-
XCII.
|
1566
|
-
|
1567
|
-
But do thy worst to steal thyself away,
|
1568
|
-
For term of life thou art assured mine,
|
1569
|
-
And life no longer than thy love will stay,
|
1570
|
-
For it depends upon that love of thine.
|
1571
|
-
Then need I not to fear the worst of wrongs,
|
1572
|
-
When in the least of them my life hath end.
|
1573
|
-
I see a better state to me belongs
|
1574
|
-
Than that which on thy humour doth depend;
|
1575
|
-
Thou canst not vex me with inconstant mind,
|
1576
|
-
Since that my life on thy revolt doth lie.
|
1577
|
-
O, what a happy title do I find,
|
1578
|
-
Happy to have thy love, happy to die!
|
1579
|
-
But what's so blessed-fair that fears no blot?
|
1580
|
-
Thou mayst be false, and yet I know it not.
|
1581
|
-
|
1582
|
-
XCIII.
|
1583
|
-
|
1584
|
-
So shall I live, supposing thou art true,
|
1585
|
-
Like a deceived husband; so love's face
|
1586
|
-
May still seem love to me, though alter'd new;
|
1587
|
-
Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place:
|
1588
|
-
For there can live no hatred in thine eye,
|
1589
|
-
Therefore in that I cannot know thy change.
|
1590
|
-
In many's looks the false heart's history
|
1591
|
-
Is writ in moods and frowns and wrinkles strange,
|
1592
|
-
But heaven in thy creation did decree
|
1593
|
-
That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell;
|
1594
|
-
Whate'er thy thoughts or thy heart's workings be,
|
1595
|
-
Thy looks should nothing thence but sweetness tell.
|
1596
|
-
How like Eve's apple doth thy beauty grow,
|
1597
|
-
if thy sweet virtue answer not thy show!
|
1598
|
-
|
1599
|
-
XCIV.
|
1600
|
-
|
1601
|
-
They that have power to hurt and will do none,
|
1602
|
-
That do not do the thing they most do show,
|
1603
|
-
Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,
|
1604
|
-
Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow,
|
1605
|
-
They rightly do inherit heaven's graces
|
1606
|
-
And husband nature's riches from expense;
|
1607
|
-
They are the lords and owners of their faces,
|
1608
|
-
Others but stewards of their excellence.
|
1609
|
-
The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,
|
1610
|
-
Though to itself it only live and die,
|
1611
|
-
But if that flower with base infection meet,
|
1612
|
-
The basest weed outbraves his dignity:
|
1613
|
-
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;
|
1614
|
-
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
|
1615
|
-
|
1616
|
-
XCV.
|
1617
|
-
|
1618
|
-
How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
|
1619
|
-
Which, like a canker in the fragrant rose,
|
1620
|
-
Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name!
|
1621
|
-
O, in what sweets dost thou thy sins enclose!
|
1622
|
-
That tongue that tells the story of thy days,
|
1623
|
-
Making lascivious comments on thy sport,
|
1624
|
-
Cannot dispraise but in a kind of praise;
|
1625
|
-
Naming thy name blesses an ill report.
|
1626
|
-
O, what a mansion have those vices got
|
1627
|
-
Which for their habitation chose out thee,
|
1628
|
-
Where beauty's veil doth cover every blot,
|
1629
|
-
And all things turn to fair that eyes can see!
|
1630
|
-
Take heed, dear heart, of this large privilege;
|
1631
|
-
The hardest knife ill-used doth lose his edge.
|
1632
|
-
|
1633
|
-
XCVI.
|
1634
|
-
|
1635
|
-
Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness;
|
1636
|
-
Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport;
|
1637
|
-
Both grace and faults are loved of more and less;
|
1638
|
-
Thou makest faults graces that to thee resort.
|
1639
|
-
As on the finger of a throned queen
|
1640
|
-
The basest jewel will be well esteem'd,
|
1641
|
-
So are those errors that in thee are seen
|
1642
|
-
To truths translated and for true things deem'd.
|
1643
|
-
How many lambs might the stem wolf betray,
|
1644
|
-
If like a lamb he could his looks translate!
|
1645
|
-
How many gazers mightst thou lead away,
|
1646
|
-
If thou wouldst use the strength of all thy state!
|
1647
|
-
But do not so; I love thee in such sort
|
1648
|
-
As, thou being mine, mine is thy good report.
|
1649
|
-
|
1650
|
-
XCVII.
|
1651
|
-
|
1652
|
-
How like a winter hath my absence been
|
1653
|
-
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
|
1654
|
-
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
|
1655
|
-
What old December's bareness every where!
|
1656
|
-
And yet this time removed was summer's time,
|
1657
|
-
The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,
|
1658
|
-
Bearing the wanton burden of the prime,
|
1659
|
-
Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease:
|
1660
|
-
Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me
|
1661
|
-
But hope of orphans and unfather'd fruit;
|
1662
|
-
For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
|
1663
|
-
And, thou away, the very birds are mute;
|
1664
|
-
Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer
|
1665
|
-
That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.
|
1666
|
-
|
1667
|
-
XCVIII.
|
1668
|
-
|
1669
|
-
From you have I been absent in the spring,
|
1670
|
-
When proud-pied April dress'd in all his trim
|
1671
|
-
Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing,
|
1672
|
-
That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him.
|
1673
|
-
Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell
|
1674
|
-
Of different flowers in odour and in hue
|
1675
|
-
Could make me any summer's story tell,
|
1676
|
-
Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew;
|
1677
|
-
Nor did I wonder at the lily's white,
|
1678
|
-
Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;
|
1679
|
-
They were but sweet, but figures of delight,
|
1680
|
-
Drawn after you, you pattern of all those.
|
1681
|
-
Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away,
|
1682
|
-
As with your shadow I with these did play:
|
1683
|
-
|
1684
|
-
XCIX.
|
1685
|
-
|
1686
|
-
The forward violet thus did I chide:
|
1687
|
-
Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells,
|
1688
|
-
If not from my love's breath? The purple pride
|
1689
|
-
Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells
|
1690
|
-
In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed.
|
1691
|
-
The lily I condemned for thy hand,
|
1692
|
-
And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair:
|
1693
|
-
The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,
|
1694
|
-
One blushing shame, another white despair;
|
1695
|
-
A third, nor red nor white, had stol'n of both
|
1696
|
-
And to his robbery had annex'd thy breath;
|
1697
|
-
But, for his theft, in pride of all his growth
|
1698
|
-
A vengeful canker eat him up to death.
|
1699
|
-
More flowers I noted, yet I none could see
|
1700
|
-
But sweet or colour it had stol'n from thee.
|
1701
|
-
|
1702
|
-
C.
|
1703
|
-
|
1704
|
-
Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long
|
1705
|
-
To speak of that which gives thee all thy might?
|
1706
|
-
Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song,
|
1707
|
-
Darkening thy power to lend base subjects light?
|
1708
|
-
Return, forgetful Muse, and straight redeem
|
1709
|
-
In gentle numbers time so idly spent;
|
1710
|
-
Sing to the ear that doth thy lays esteem
|
1711
|
-
And gives thy pen both skill and argument.
|
1712
|
-
Rise, resty Muse, my love's sweet face survey,
|
1713
|
-
If Time have any wrinkle graven there;
|
1714
|
-
If any, be a satire to decay,
|
1715
|
-
And make Time's spoils despised every where.
|
1716
|
-
Give my love fame faster than Time wastes life;
|
1717
|
-
So thou prevent'st his scythe and crooked knife.
|
1718
|
-
|
1719
|
-
CI.
|
1720
|
-
|
1721
|
-
O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends
|
1722
|
-
For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed?
|
1723
|
-
Both truth and beauty on my love depends;
|
1724
|
-
So dost thou too, and therein dignified.
|
1725
|
-
Make answer, Muse: wilt thou not haply say
|
1726
|
-
'Truth needs no colour, with his colour fix'd;
|
1727
|
-
Beauty no pencil, beauty's truth to lay;
|
1728
|
-
But best is best, if never intermix'd?'
|
1729
|
-
Because he needs no praise, wilt thou be dumb?
|
1730
|
-
Excuse not silence so; for't lies in thee
|
1731
|
-
To make him much outlive a gilded tomb,
|
1732
|
-
And to be praised of ages yet to be.
|
1733
|
-
Then do thy office, Muse; I teach thee how
|
1734
|
-
To make him seem long hence as he shows now.
|
1735
|
-
|
1736
|
-
CII.
|
1737
|
-
|
1738
|
-
My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming;
|
1739
|
-
I love not less, though less the show appear:
|
1740
|
-
That love is merchandized whose rich esteeming
|
1741
|
-
The owner's tongue doth publish every where.
|
1742
|
-
Our love was new and then but in the spring
|
1743
|
-
When I was wont to greet it with my lays,
|
1744
|
-
As Philomel in summer's front doth sing
|
1745
|
-
And stops her pipe in growth of riper days:
|
1746
|
-
Not that the summer is less pleasant now
|
1747
|
-
Than when her mournful hymns did hush the night,
|
1748
|
-
But that wild music burthens every bough
|
1749
|
-
And sweets grown common lose their dear delight.
|
1750
|
-
Therefore like her I sometime hold my tongue,
|
1751
|
-
Because I would not dull you with my song.
|
1752
|
-
|
1753
|
-
CIII.
|
1754
|
-
|
1755
|
-
Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth,
|
1756
|
-
That having such a scope to show her pride,
|
1757
|
-
The argument all bare is of more worth
|
1758
|
-
Than when it hath my added praise beside!
|
1759
|
-
O, blame me not, if I no more can write!
|
1760
|
-
Look in your glass, and there appears a face
|
1761
|
-
That over-goes my blunt invention quite,
|
1762
|
-
Dulling my lines and doing me disgrace.
|
1763
|
-
Were it not sinful then, striving to mend,
|
1764
|
-
To mar the subject that before was well?
|
1765
|
-
For to no other pass my verses tend
|
1766
|
-
Than of your graces and your gifts to tell;
|
1767
|
-
And more, much more, than in my verse can sit
|
1768
|
-
Your own glass shows you when you look in it.
|
1769
|
-
|
1770
|
-
CIV.
|
1771
|
-
|
1772
|
-
To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
|
1773
|
-
For as you were when first your eye I eyed,
|
1774
|
-
Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold
|
1775
|
-
Have from the forests shook three summers' pride,
|
1776
|
-
Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd
|
1777
|
-
In process of the seasons have I seen,
|
1778
|
-
Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd,
|
1779
|
-
Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.
|
1780
|
-
Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand,
|
1781
|
-
Steal from his figure and no pace perceived;
|
1782
|
-
So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,
|
1783
|
-
Hath motion and mine eye may be deceived:
|
1784
|
-
For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred;
|
1785
|
-
Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead.
|
1786
|
-
|
1787
|
-
CV.
|
1788
|
-
|
1789
|
-
Let not my love be call'd idolatry,
|
1790
|
-
Nor my beloved as an idol show,
|
1791
|
-
Since all alike my songs and praises be
|
1792
|
-
To one, of one, still such, and ever so.
|
1793
|
-
Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind,
|
1794
|
-
Still constant in a wondrous excellence;
|
1795
|
-
Therefore my verse to constancy confined,
|
1796
|
-
One thing expressing, leaves out difference.
|
1797
|
-
'Fair, kind and true' is all my argument,
|
1798
|
-
'Fair, kind, and true' varying to other words;
|
1799
|
-
And in this change is my invention spent,
|
1800
|
-
Three themes in one, which wondrous scope affords.
|
1801
|
-
'Fair, kind, and true,' have often lived alone,
|
1802
|
-
Which three till now never kept seat in one.
|
1803
|
-
|
1804
|
-
CVI.
|
1805
|
-
|
1806
|
-
When in the chronicle of wasted time
|
1807
|
-
I see descriptions of the fairest wights,
|
1808
|
-
And beauty making beautiful old rhyme
|
1809
|
-
In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights,
|
1810
|
-
Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best,
|
1811
|
-
Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,
|
1812
|
-
I see their antique pen would have express'd
|
1813
|
-
Even such a beauty as you master now.
|
1814
|
-
So all their praises are but prophecies
|
1815
|
-
Of this our time, all you prefiguring;
|
1816
|
-
And, for they look'd but with divining eyes,
|
1817
|
-
They had not skill enough your worth to sing:
|
1818
|
-
For we, which now behold these present days,
|
1819
|
-
Had eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.
|
1820
|
-
|
1821
|
-
CVII.
|
1822
|
-
|
1823
|
-
Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
|
1824
|
-
Of the wide world dreaming on things to come,
|
1825
|
-
Can yet the lease of my true love control,
|
1826
|
-
Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom.
|
1827
|
-
The mortal moon hath her eclipse endured
|
1828
|
-
And the sad augurs mock their own presage;
|
1829
|
-
Incertainties now crown themselves assured
|
1830
|
-
And peace proclaims olives of endless age.
|
1831
|
-
Now with the drops of this most balmy time
|
1832
|
-
My love looks fresh, and death to me subscribes,
|
1833
|
-
Since, spite of him, I'll live in this poor rhyme,
|
1834
|
-
While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes:
|
1835
|
-
And thou in this shalt find thy monument,
|
1836
|
-
When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent.
|
1837
|
-
|
1838
|
-
CVIII.
|
1839
|
-
|
1840
|
-
What's in the brain that ink may character
|
1841
|
-
Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit?
|
1842
|
-
What's new to speak, what new to register,
|
1843
|
-
That may express my love or thy dear merit?
|
1844
|
-
Nothing, sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine,
|
1845
|
-
I must, each day say o'er the very same,
|
1846
|
-
Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine,
|
1847
|
-
Even as when first I hallow'd thy fair name.
|
1848
|
-
So that eternal love in love's fresh case
|
1849
|
-
Weighs not the dust and injury of age,
|
1850
|
-
Nor gives to necessary wrinkles place,
|
1851
|
-
But makes antiquity for aye his page,
|
1852
|
-
Finding the first conceit of love there bred
|
1853
|
-
Where time and outward form would show it dead.
|
1854
|
-
|
1855
|
-
CIX.
|
1856
|
-
|
1857
|
-
O, never say that I was false of heart,
|
1858
|
-
Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify.
|
1859
|
-
As easy might I from myself depart
|
1860
|
-
As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie:
|
1861
|
-
That is my home of love: if I have ranged,
|
1862
|
-
Like him that travels I return again,
|
1863
|
-
Just to the time, not with the time exchanged,
|
1864
|
-
So that myself bring water for my stain.
|
1865
|
-
Never believe, though in my nature reign'd
|
1866
|
-
All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood,
|
1867
|
-
That it could so preposterously be stain'd,
|
1868
|
-
To leave for nothing all thy sum of good;
|
1869
|
-
For nothing this wide universe I call,
|
1870
|
-
Save thou, my rose; in it thou art my all.
|
1871
|
-
|
1872
|
-
CX.
|
1873
|
-
|
1874
|
-
Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and there
|
1875
|
-
And made myself a motley to the view,
|
1876
|
-
Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear,
|
1877
|
-
Made old offences of affections new;
|
1878
|
-
Most true it is that I have look'd on truth
|
1879
|
-
Askance and strangely: but, by all above,
|
1880
|
-
These blenches gave my heart another youth,
|
1881
|
-
And worse essays proved thee my best of love.
|
1882
|
-
Now all is done, have what shall have no end:
|
1883
|
-
Mine appetite I never more will grind
|
1884
|
-
On newer proof, to try an older friend,
|
1885
|
-
A god in love, to whom I am confined.
|
1886
|
-
Then give me welcome, next my heaven the best,
|
1887
|
-
Even to thy pure and most most loving breast.
|
1888
|
-
|
1889
|
-
CXI.
|
1890
|
-
|
1891
|
-
O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide,
|
1892
|
-
The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds,
|
1893
|
-
That did not better for my life provide
|
1894
|
-
Than public means which public manners breeds.
|
1895
|
-
Thence comes it that my name receives a brand,
|
1896
|
-
And almost thence my nature is subdued
|
1897
|
-
To what it works in, like the dyer's hand:
|
1898
|
-
Pity me then and wish I were renew'd;
|
1899
|
-
Whilst, like a willing patient, I will drink
|
1900
|
-
Potions of eisel 'gainst my strong infection
|
1901
|
-
No bitterness that I will bitter think,
|
1902
|
-
Nor double penance, to correct correction.
|
1903
|
-
Pity me then, dear friend, and I assure ye
|
1904
|
-
Even that your pity is enough to cure me.
|
1905
|
-
|
1906
|
-
CXII.
|
1907
|
-
|
1908
|
-
Your love and pity doth the impression fill
|
1909
|
-
Which vulgar scandal stamp'd upon my brow;
|
1910
|
-
For what care I who calls me well or ill,
|
1911
|
-
So you o'er-green my bad, my good allow?
|
1912
|
-
You are my all the world, and I must strive
|
1913
|
-
To know my shames and praises from your tongue:
|
1914
|
-
None else to me, nor I to none alive,
|
1915
|
-
That my steel'd sense or changes right or wrong.
|
1916
|
-
In so profound abysm I throw all care
|
1917
|
-
Of others' voices, that my adder's sense
|
1918
|
-
To critic and to flatterer stopped are.
|
1919
|
-
Mark how with my neglect I do dispense:
|
1920
|
-
You are so strongly in my purpose bred
|
1921
|
-
That all the world besides methinks are dead.
|
1922
|
-
|
1923
|
-
CXIII.
|
1924
|
-
|
1925
|
-
Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind;
|
1926
|
-
And that which governs me to go about
|
1927
|
-
Doth part his function and is partly blind,
|
1928
|
-
Seems seeing, but effectually is out;
|
1929
|
-
For it no form delivers to the heart
|
1930
|
-
Of bird of flower, or shape, which it doth latch:
|
1931
|
-
Of his quick objects hath the mind no part,
|
1932
|
-
Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch:
|
1933
|
-
For if it see the rudest or gentlest sight,
|
1934
|
-
The most sweet favour or deformed'st creature,
|
1935
|
-
The mountain or the sea, the day or night,
|
1936
|
-
The crow or dove, it shapes them to your feature:
|
1937
|
-
Incapable of more, replete with you,
|
1938
|
-
My most true mind thus makes mine eye untrue.
|
1939
|
-
|
1940
|
-
CXIV.
|
1941
|
-
|
1942
|
-
Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you,
|
1943
|
-
Drink up the monarch's plague, this flattery?
|
1944
|
-
Or whether shall I say, mine eye saith true,
|
1945
|
-
And that your love taught it this alchemy,
|
1946
|
-
To make of monsters and things indigest
|
1947
|
-
Such cherubins as your sweet self resemble,
|
1948
|
-
Creating every bad a perfect best,
|
1949
|
-
As fast as objects to his beams assemble?
|
1950
|
-
O,'tis the first; 'tis flattery in my seeing,
|
1951
|
-
And my great mind most kingly drinks it up:
|
1952
|
-
Mine eye well knows what with his gust is 'greeing,
|
1953
|
-
And to his palate doth prepare the cup:
|
1954
|
-
If it be poison'd, 'tis the lesser sin
|
1955
|
-
That mine eye loves it and doth first begin.
|
1956
|
-
|
1957
|
-
CXV.
|
1958
|
-
|
1959
|
-
Those lines that I before have writ do lie,
|
1960
|
-
Even those that said I could not love you dearer:
|
1961
|
-
Yet then my judgment knew no reason why
|
1962
|
-
My most full flame should afterwards burn clearer.
|
1963
|
-
But reckoning time, whose million'd accidents
|
1964
|
-
Creep in 'twixt vows and change decrees of kings,
|
1965
|
-
Tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharp'st intents,
|
1966
|
-
Divert strong minds to the course of altering things;
|
1967
|
-
Alas, why, fearing of time's tyranny,
|
1968
|
-
Might I not then say 'Now I love you best,'
|
1969
|
-
When I was certain o'er incertainty,
|
1970
|
-
Crowning the present, doubting of the rest?
|
1971
|
-
Love is a babe; then might I not say so,
|
1972
|
-
To give full growth to that which still doth grow?
|
1973
|
-
|
1974
|
-
CXVI.
|
1975
|
-
|
1976
|
-
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
|
1977
|
-
Admit impediments. Love is not love
|
1978
|
-
Which alters when it alteration finds,
|
1979
|
-
Or bends with the remover to remove:
|
1980
|
-
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
|
1981
|
-
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
|
1982
|
-
It is the star to every wandering bark,
|
1983
|
-
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
|
1984
|
-
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
|
1985
|
-
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
|
1986
|
-
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
|
1987
|
-
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
|
1988
|
-
If this be error and upon me proved,
|
1989
|
-
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
|
1990
|
-
|
1991
|
-
CXVII.
|
1992
|
-
|
1993
|
-
Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all
|
1994
|
-
Wherein I should your great deserts repay,
|
1995
|
-
Forgot upon your dearest love to call,
|
1996
|
-
Whereto all bonds do tie me day by day;
|
1997
|
-
That I have frequent been with unknown minds
|
1998
|
-
And given to time your own dear-purchased right
|
1999
|
-
That I have hoisted sail to all the winds
|
2000
|
-
Which should transport me farthest from your sight.
|
2001
|
-
Book both my wilfulness and errors down
|
2002
|
-
And on just proof surmise accumulate;
|
2003
|
-
Bring me within the level of your frown,
|
2004
|
-
But shoot not at me in your waken'd hate;
|
2005
|
-
Since my appeal says I did strive to prove
|
2006
|
-
The constancy and virtue of your love.
|
2007
|
-
|
2008
|
-
CXVIII.
|
2009
|
-
|
2010
|
-
Like as, to make our appetites more keen,
|
2011
|
-
With eager compounds we our palate urge,
|
2012
|
-
As, to prevent our maladies unseen,
|
2013
|
-
We sicken to shun sickness when we purge,
|
2014
|
-
Even so, being tuff of your ne'er-cloying sweetness,
|
2015
|
-
To bitter sauces did I frame my feeding
|
2016
|
-
And, sick of welfare, found a kind of meetness
|
2017
|
-
To be diseased ere that there was true needing.
|
2018
|
-
Thus policy in love, to anticipate
|
2019
|
-
The ills that were not, grew to faults assured
|
2020
|
-
And brought to medicine a healthful state
|
2021
|
-
Which, rank of goodness, would by ill be cured:
|
2022
|
-
But thence I learn, and find the lesson true,
|
2023
|
-
Drugs poison him that so fell sick of you.
|
2024
|
-
|
2025
|
-
CXIX.
|
2026
|
-
|
2027
|
-
What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,
|
2028
|
-
Distill'd from limbecks foul as hell within,
|
2029
|
-
Applying fears to hopes and hopes to fears,
|
2030
|
-
Still losing when I saw myself to win!
|
2031
|
-
What wretched errors hath my heart committed,
|
2032
|
-
Whilst it hath thought itself so blessed never!
|
2033
|
-
How have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted
|
2034
|
-
In the distraction of this madding fever!
|
2035
|
-
O benefit of ill! now I find true
|
2036
|
-
That better is by evil still made better;
|
2037
|
-
And ruin'd love, when it is built anew,
|
2038
|
-
Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater.
|
2039
|
-
So I return rebuked to my content
|
2040
|
-
And gain by ill thrice more than I have spent.
|
2041
|
-
|
2042
|
-
CXX.
|
2043
|
-
|
2044
|
-
That you were once unkind befriends me now,
|
2045
|
-
And for that sorrow which I then did feel
|
2046
|
-
Needs must I under my transgression bow,
|
2047
|
-
Unless my nerves were brass or hammer'd steel.
|
2048
|
-
For if you were by my unkindness shaken
|
2049
|
-
As I by yours, you've pass'd a hell of time,
|
2050
|
-
And I, a tyrant, have no leisure taken
|
2051
|
-
To weigh how once I suffered in your crime.
|
2052
|
-
O, that our night of woe might have remember'd
|
2053
|
-
My deepest sense, how hard true sorrow hits,
|
2054
|
-
And soon to you, as you to me, then tender'd
|
2055
|
-
The humble slave which wounded bosoms fits!
|
2056
|
-
But that your trespass now becomes a fee;
|
2057
|
-
Mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransom me.
|
2058
|
-
|
2059
|
-
CXXI.
|
2060
|
-
|
2061
|
-
'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd,
|
2062
|
-
When not to be receives reproach of being,
|
2063
|
-
And the just pleasure lost which is so deem'd
|
2064
|
-
Not by our feeling but by others' seeing:
|
2065
|
-
For why should others false adulterate eyes
|
2066
|
-
Give salutation to my sportive blood?
|
2067
|
-
Or on my frailties why are frailer spies,
|
2068
|
-
Which in their wills count bad what I think good?
|
2069
|
-
No, I am that I am, and they that level
|
2070
|
-
At my abuses reckon up their own:
|
2071
|
-
I may be straight, though they themselves be bevel;
|
2072
|
-
By their rank thoughts my deeds must not be shown;
|
2073
|
-
Unless this general evil they maintain,
|
2074
|
-
All men are bad, and in their badness reign.
|
2075
|
-
|
2076
|
-
CXXII.
|
2077
|
-
|
2078
|
-
Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
|
2079
|
-
Full character'd with lasting memory,
|
2080
|
-
Which shall above that idle rank remain
|
2081
|
-
Beyond all date, even to eternity;
|
2082
|
-
Or at the least, so long as brain and heart
|
2083
|
-
Have faculty by nature to subsist;
|
2084
|
-
Till each to razed oblivion yield his part
|
2085
|
-
Of thee, thy record never can be miss'd.
|
2086
|
-
That poor retention could not so much hold,
|
2087
|
-
Nor need I tallies thy dear love to score;
|
2088
|
-
Therefore to give them from me was I bold,
|
2089
|
-
To trust those tables that receive thee more:
|
2090
|
-
To keep an adjunct to remember thee
|
2091
|
-
Were to import forgetfulness in me.
|
2092
|
-
|
2093
|
-
CXXIII.
|
2094
|
-
|
2095
|
-
No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change:
|
2096
|
-
Thy pyramids built up with newer might
|
2097
|
-
To me are nothing novel, nothing strange;
|
2098
|
-
They are but dressings of a former sight.
|
2099
|
-
Our dates are brief, and therefore we admire
|
2100
|
-
What thou dost foist upon us that is old,
|
2101
|
-
And rather make them born to our desire
|
2102
|
-
Than think that we before have heard them told.
|
2103
|
-
Thy registers and thee I both defy,
|
2104
|
-
Not wondering at the present nor the past,
|
2105
|
-
For thy records and what we see doth lie,
|
2106
|
-
Made more or less by thy continual haste.
|
2107
|
-
This I do vow and this shall ever be;
|
2108
|
-
I will be true, despite thy scythe and thee.
|
2109
|
-
|
2110
|
-
CXXIV.
|
2111
|
-
|
2112
|
-
If my dear love were but the child of state,
|
2113
|
-
It might for Fortune's bastard be unfather'd'
|
2114
|
-
As subject to Time's love or to Time's hate,
|
2115
|
-
Weeds among weeds, or flowers with flowers gather'd.
|
2116
|
-
No, it was builded far from accident;
|
2117
|
-
It suffers not in smiling pomp, nor falls
|
2118
|
-
Under the blow of thralled discontent,
|
2119
|
-
Whereto the inviting time our fashion calls:
|
2120
|
-
It fears not policy, that heretic,
|
2121
|
-
Which works on leases of short-number'd hours,
|
2122
|
-
But all alone stands hugely politic,
|
2123
|
-
That it nor grows with heat nor drowns with showers.
|
2124
|
-
To this I witness call the fools of time,
|
2125
|
-
Which die for goodness, who have lived for crime.
|
2126
|
-
|
2127
|
-
CXXV.
|
2128
|
-
|
2129
|
-
Were 't aught to me I bore the canopy,
|
2130
|
-
With my extern the outward honouring,
|
2131
|
-
Or laid great bases for eternity,
|
2132
|
-
Which prove more short than waste or ruining?
|
2133
|
-
Have I not seen dwellers on form and favour
|
2134
|
-
Lose all, and more, by paying too much rent,
|
2135
|
-
For compound sweet forgoing simple savour,
|
2136
|
-
Pitiful thrivers, in their gazing spent?
|
2137
|
-
No, let me be obsequious in thy heart,
|
2138
|
-
And take thou my oblation, poor but free,
|
2139
|
-
Which is not mix'd with seconds, knows no art,
|
2140
|
-
But mutual render, only me for thee.
|
2141
|
-
Hence, thou suborn'd informer! a true soul
|
2142
|
-
When most impeach'd stands least in thy control.
|
2143
|
-
|
2144
|
-
CXXVI.
|
2145
|
-
|
2146
|
-
O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
|
2147
|
-
Dost hold Time's fickle glass, his sickle, hour;
|
2148
|
-
Who hast by waning grown, and therein show'st
|
2149
|
-
Thy lovers withering as thy sweet self grow'st;
|
2150
|
-
If Nature, sovereign mistress over wrack,
|
2151
|
-
As thou goest onwards, still will pluck thee back,
|
2152
|
-
She keeps thee to this purpose, that her skill
|
2153
|
-
May time disgrace and wretched minutes kill.
|
2154
|
-
Yet fear her, O thou minion of her pleasure!
|
2155
|
-
She may detain, but not still keep, her treasure:
|
2156
|
-
Her audit, though delay'd, answer'd must be,
|
2157
|
-
And her quietus is to render thee.
|
2158
|
-
|
2159
|
-
CXXVII.
|
2160
|
-
|
2161
|
-
In the old age black was not counted fair,
|
2162
|
-
Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name;
|
2163
|
-
But now is black beauty's successive heir,
|
2164
|
-
And beauty slander'd with a bastard shame:
|
2165
|
-
For since each hand hath put on nature's power,
|
2166
|
-
Fairing the foul with art's false borrow'd face,
|
2167
|
-
Sweet beauty hath no name, no holy bower,
|
2168
|
-
But is profaned, if not lives in disgrace.
|
2169
|
-
Therefore my mistress' brows are raven black,
|
2170
|
-
Her eyes so suited, and they mourners seem
|
2171
|
-
At such who, not born fair, no beauty lack,
|
2172
|
-
Slandering creation with a false esteem:
|
2173
|
-
Yet so they mourn, becoming of their woe,
|
2174
|
-
That every tongue says beauty should look so.
|
2175
|
-
|
2176
|
-
CXXVIII.
|
2177
|
-
|
2178
|
-
How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st,
|
2179
|
-
Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds
|
2180
|
-
With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently sway'st
|
2181
|
-
The wiry concord that mine ear confounds,
|
2182
|
-
Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap
|
2183
|
-
To kiss the tender inward of thy hand,
|
2184
|
-
Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest reap,
|
2185
|
-
At the wood's boldness by thee blushing stand!
|
2186
|
-
To be so tickled, they would change their state
|
2187
|
-
And situation with those dancing chips,
|
2188
|
-
O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait,
|
2189
|
-
Making dead wood more blest than living lips.
|
2190
|
-
Since saucy jacks so happy are in this,
|
2191
|
-
Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss.
|
2192
|
-
|
2193
|
-
CXXIX.
|
2194
|
-
|
2195
|
-
The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
|
2196
|
-
Is lust in action; and till action, lust
|
2197
|
-
Is perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame,
|
2198
|
-
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,
|
2199
|
-
Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight,
|
2200
|
-
Past reason hunted, and no sooner had
|
2201
|
-
Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait
|
2202
|
-
On purpose laid to make the taker mad;
|
2203
|
-
Mad in pursuit and in possession so;
|
2204
|
-
Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme;
|
2205
|
-
A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe;
|
2206
|
-
Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
|
2207
|
-
All this the world well knows; yet none knows well
|
2208
|
-
To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.
|
2209
|
-
|
2210
|
-
CXXX.
|
2211
|
-
|
2212
|
-
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
|
2213
|
-
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
|
2214
|
-
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
|
2215
|
-
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
|
2216
|
-
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
|
2217
|
-
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
|
2218
|
-
And in some perfumes is there more delight
|
2219
|
-
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
|
2220
|
-
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
|
2221
|
-
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
|
2222
|
-
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
|
2223
|
-
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
|
2224
|
-
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
|
2225
|
-
As any she belied with false compare.
|
2226
|
-
|
2227
|
-
CXXXI.
|
2228
|
-
|
2229
|
-
Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,
|
2230
|
-
As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel;
|
2231
|
-
For well thou know'st to my dear doting heart
|
2232
|
-
Thou art the fairest and most precious jewel.
|
2233
|
-
Yet, in good faith, some say that thee behold
|
2234
|
-
Thy face hath not the power to make love groan:
|
2235
|
-
To say they err I dare not be so bold,
|
2236
|
-
Although I swear it to myself alone.
|
2237
|
-
And, to be sure that is not false I swear,
|
2238
|
-
A thousand groans, but thinking on thy face,
|
2239
|
-
One on another's neck, do witness bear
|
2240
|
-
Thy black is fairest in my judgment's place.
|
2241
|
-
In nothing art thou black save in thy deeds,
|
2242
|
-
And thence this slander, as I think, proceeds.
|
2243
|
-
|
2244
|
-
CXXXII.
|
2245
|
-
|
2246
|
-
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
|
2247
|
-
Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain,
|
2248
|
-
Have put on black and loving mourners be,
|
2249
|
-
Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.
|
2250
|
-
And truly not the morning sun of heaven
|
2251
|
-
Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east,
|
2252
|
-
Nor that full star that ushers in the even
|
2253
|
-
Doth half that glory to the sober west,
|
2254
|
-
As those two mourning eyes become thy face:
|
2255
|
-
O, let it then as well beseem thy heart
|
2256
|
-
To mourn for me, since mourning doth thee grace,
|
2257
|
-
And suit thy pity like in every part.
|
2258
|
-
Then will I swear beauty herself is black
|
2259
|
-
And all they foul that thy complexion lack.
|
2260
|
-
|
2261
|
-
CXXXIII.
|
2262
|
-
|
2263
|
-
Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
|
2264
|
-
For that deep wound it gives my friend and me!
|
2265
|
-
Is't not enough to torture me alone,
|
2266
|
-
But slave to slavery my sweet'st friend must be?
|
2267
|
-
Me from myself thy cruel eye hath taken,
|
2268
|
-
And my next self thou harder hast engross'd:
|
2269
|
-
Of him, myself, and thee, I am forsaken;
|
2270
|
-
A torment thrice threefold thus to be cross'd.
|
2271
|
-
Prison my heart in thy steel bosom's ward,
|
2272
|
-
But then my friend's heart let my poor heart bail;
|
2273
|
-
Whoe'er keeps me, let my heart be his guard;
|
2274
|
-
Thou canst not then use rigor in my gaol:
|
2275
|
-
And yet thou wilt; for I, being pent in thee,
|
2276
|
-
Perforce am thine, and all that is in me.
|
2277
|
-
|
2278
|
-
CXXXIV.
|
2279
|
-
|
2280
|
-
So, now I have confess'd that he is thine,
|
2281
|
-
And I myself am mortgaged to thy will,
|
2282
|
-
Myself I'll forfeit, so that other mine
|
2283
|
-
Thou wilt restore, to be my comfort still:
|
2284
|
-
But thou wilt not, nor he will not be free,
|
2285
|
-
For thou art covetous and he is kind;
|
2286
|
-
He learn'd but surety-like to write for me
|
2287
|
-
Under that bond that him as fast doth bind.
|
2288
|
-
The statute of thy beauty thou wilt take,
|
2289
|
-
Thou usurer, that put'st forth all to use,
|
2290
|
-
And sue a friend came debtor for my sake;
|
2291
|
-
So him I lose through my unkind abuse.
|
2292
|
-
Him have I lost; thou hast both him and me:
|
2293
|
-
He pays the whole, and yet am I not free.
|
2294
|
-
|
2295
|
-
CXXXV.
|
2296
|
-
|
2297
|
-
Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy 'Will,'
|
2298
|
-
And 'Will' to boot, and 'Will' in overplus;
|
2299
|
-
More than enough am I that vex thee still,
|
2300
|
-
To thy sweet will making addition thus.
|
2301
|
-
Wilt thou, whose will is large and spacious,
|
2302
|
-
Not once vouchsafe to hide my will in thine?
|
2303
|
-
Shall will in others seem right gracious,
|
2304
|
-
And in my will no fair acceptance shine?
|
2305
|
-
The sea all water, yet receives rain still
|
2306
|
-
And in abundance addeth to his store;
|
2307
|
-
So thou, being rich in 'Will,' add to thy 'Will'
|
2308
|
-
One will of mine, to make thy large 'Will' more.
|
2309
|
-
Let no unkind, no fair beseechers kill;
|
2310
|
-
Think all but one, and me in that one 'Will.'
|
2311
|
-
|
2312
|
-
CXXXVI.
|
2313
|
-
|
2314
|
-
If thy soul cheque thee that I come so near,
|
2315
|
-
Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy 'Will,'
|
2316
|
-
And will, thy soul knows, is admitted there;
|
2317
|
-
Thus far for love my love-suit, sweet, fulfil.
|
2318
|
-
'Will' will fulfil the treasure of thy love,
|
2319
|
-
Ay, fill it full with wills, and my will one.
|
2320
|
-
In things of great receipt with ease we prove
|
2321
|
-
Among a number one is reckon'd none:
|
2322
|
-
Then in the number let me pass untold,
|
2323
|
-
Though in thy stores' account I one must be;
|
2324
|
-
For nothing hold me, so it please thee hold
|
2325
|
-
That nothing me, a something sweet to thee:
|
2326
|
-
Make but my name thy love, and love that still,
|
2327
|
-
And then thou lovest me, for my name is 'Will.'
|
2328
|
-
|
2329
|
-
CXXXVII.
|
2330
|
-
|
2331
|
-
Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes,
|
2332
|
-
That they behold, and see not what they see?
|
2333
|
-
They know what beauty is, see where it lies,
|
2334
|
-
Yet what the best is take the worst to be.
|
2335
|
-
If eyes corrupt by over-partial looks
|
2336
|
-
Be anchor'd in the bay where all men ride,
|
2337
|
-
Why of eyes' falsehood hast thou forged hooks,
|
2338
|
-
Whereto the judgment of my heart is tied?
|
2339
|
-
Why should my heart think that a several plot
|
2340
|
-
Which my heart knows the wide world's common place?
|
2341
|
-
Or mine eyes seeing this, say this is not,
|
2342
|
-
To put fair truth upon so foul a face?
|
2343
|
-
In things right true my heart and eyes have erred,
|
2344
|
-
And to this false plague are they now transferr'd.
|
2345
|
-
|
2346
|
-
CXXXVIII.
|
2347
|
-
|
2348
|
-
When my love swears that she is made of truth
|
2349
|
-
I do believe her, though I know she lies,
|
2350
|
-
That she might think me some untutor'd youth,
|
2351
|
-
Unlearned in the world's false subtleties.
|
2352
|
-
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
|
2353
|
-
Although she knows my days are past the best,
|
2354
|
-
Simply I credit her false speaking tongue:
|
2355
|
-
On both sides thus is simple truth suppress'd.
|
2356
|
-
But wherefore says she not she is unjust?
|
2357
|
-
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
|
2358
|
-
O, love's best habit is in seeming trust,
|
2359
|
-
And age in love loves not to have years told:
|
2360
|
-
Therefore I lie with her and she with me,
|
2361
|
-
And in our faults by lies we flatter'd be.
|
2362
|
-
|
2363
|
-
CXXXIX.
|
2364
|
-
|
2365
|
-
O, call not me to justify the wrong
|
2366
|
-
That thy unkindness lays upon my heart;
|
2367
|
-
Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue;
|
2368
|
-
Use power with power and slay me not by art.
|
2369
|
-
Tell me thou lovest elsewhere, but in my sight,
|
2370
|
-
Dear heart, forbear to glance thine eye aside:
|
2371
|
-
What need'st thou wound with cunning when thy might
|
2372
|
-
Is more than my o'er-press'd defense can bide?
|
2373
|
-
Let me excuse thee: ah! my love well knows
|
2374
|
-
Her pretty looks have been mine enemies,
|
2375
|
-
And therefore from my face she turns my foes,
|
2376
|
-
That they elsewhere might dart their injuries:
|
2377
|
-
Yet do not so; but since I am near slain,
|
2378
|
-
Kill me outright with looks and rid my pain.
|
2379
|
-
|
2380
|
-
CXL.
|
2381
|
-
|
2382
|
-
Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
|
2383
|
-
My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain;
|
2384
|
-
Lest sorrow lend me words and words express
|
2385
|
-
The manner of my pity-wanting pain.
|
2386
|
-
If I might teach thee wit, better it were,
|
2387
|
-
Though not to love, yet, love, to tell me so;
|
2388
|
-
As testy sick men, when their deaths be near,
|
2389
|
-
No news but health from their physicians know;
|
2390
|
-
For if I should despair, I should grow mad,
|
2391
|
-
And in my madness might speak ill of thee:
|
2392
|
-
Now this ill-wresting world is grown so bad,
|
2393
|
-
Mad slanderers by mad ears believed be,
|
2394
|
-
That I may not be so, nor thou belied,
|
2395
|
-
Bear thine eyes straight, though thy proud heart go wide.
|
2396
|
-
|
2397
|
-
CXLI.
|
2398
|
-
|
2399
|
-
In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,
|
2400
|
-
For they in thee a thousand errors note;
|
2401
|
-
But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,
|
2402
|
-
Who in despite of view is pleased to dote;
|
2403
|
-
Nor are mine ears with thy tongue's tune delighted,
|
2404
|
-
Nor tender feeling, to base touches prone,
|
2405
|
-
Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited
|
2406
|
-
To any sensual feast with thee alone:
|
2407
|
-
But my five wits nor my five senses can
|
2408
|
-
Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee,
|
2409
|
-
Who leaves unsway'd the likeness of a man,
|
2410
|
-
Thy proud hearts slave and vassal wretch to be:
|
2411
|
-
Only my plague thus far I count my gain,
|
2412
|
-
That she that makes me sin awards me pain.
|
2413
|
-
|
2414
|
-
CXLII.
|
2415
|
-
|
2416
|
-
Love is my sin and thy dear virtue hate,
|
2417
|
-
Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving:
|
2418
|
-
O, but with mine compare thou thine own state,
|
2419
|
-
And thou shalt find it merits not reproving;
|
2420
|
-
Or, if it do, not from those lips of thine,
|
2421
|
-
That have profaned their scarlet ornaments
|
2422
|
-
And seal'd false bonds of love as oft as mine,
|
2423
|
-
Robb'd others' beds' revenues of their rents.
|
2424
|
-
Be it lawful I love thee, as thou lovest those
|
2425
|
-
Whom thine eyes woo as mine importune thee:
|
2426
|
-
Root pity in thy heart, that when it grows
|
2427
|
-
Thy pity may deserve to pitied be.
|
2428
|
-
If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide,
|
2429
|
-
By self-example mayst thou be denied!
|
2430
|
-
|
2431
|
-
CXLIII.
|
2432
|
-
|
2433
|
-
Lo! as a careful housewife runs to catch
|
2434
|
-
One of her feather'd creatures broke away,
|
2435
|
-
Sets down her babe and makes an swift dispatch
|
2436
|
-
In pursuit of the thing she would have stay,
|
2437
|
-
Whilst her neglected child holds her in chase,
|
2438
|
-
Cries to catch her whose busy care is bent
|
2439
|
-
To follow that which flies before her face,
|
2440
|
-
Not prizing her poor infant's discontent;
|
2441
|
-
So runn'st thou after that which flies from thee,
|
2442
|
-
Whilst I thy babe chase thee afar behind;
|
2443
|
-
But if thou catch thy hope, turn back to me,
|
2444
|
-
And play the mother's part, kiss me, be kind:
|
2445
|
-
So will I pray that thou mayst have thy 'Will,'
|
2446
|
-
If thou turn back, and my loud crying still.
|
2447
|
-
|
2448
|
-
CXLIV.
|
2449
|
-
|
2450
|
-
Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
|
2451
|
-
Which like two spirits do suggest me still:
|
2452
|
-
The better angel is a man right fair,
|
2453
|
-
The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill.
|
2454
|
-
To win me soon to hell, my female evil
|
2455
|
-
Tempteth my better angel from my side,
|
2456
|
-
And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
|
2457
|
-
Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
|
2458
|
-
And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend
|
2459
|
-
Suspect I may, but not directly tell;
|
2460
|
-
But being both from me, both to each friend,
|
2461
|
-
I guess one angel in another's hell:
|
2462
|
-
Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt,
|
2463
|
-
Till my bad angel fire my good one out.
|
2464
|
-
|
2465
|
-
CXLV.
|
2466
|
-
|
2467
|
-
Those lips that Love's own hand did make
|
2468
|
-
Breathed forth the sound that said 'I hate'
|
2469
|
-
To me that languish'd for her sake;
|
2470
|
-
But when she saw my woeful state,
|
2471
|
-
Straight in her heart did mercy come,
|
2472
|
-
Chiding that tongue that ever sweet
|
2473
|
-
Was used in giving gentle doom,
|
2474
|
-
And taught it thus anew to greet:
|
2475
|
-
'I hate' she alter'd with an end,
|
2476
|
-
That follow'd it as gentle day
|
2477
|
-
Doth follow night, who like a fiend
|
2478
|
-
From heaven to hell is flown away;
|
2479
|
-
'I hate' from hate away she threw,
|
2480
|
-
And saved my life, saying 'not you.'
|
2481
|
-
|
2482
|
-
CXLVI.
|
2483
|
-
|
2484
|
-
Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
|
2485
|
-
[ ] these rebel powers that thee array;
|
2486
|
-
Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,
|
2487
|
-
Painting thy outward walls so costly gay?
|
2488
|
-
Why so large cost, having so short a lease,
|
2489
|
-
Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend?
|
2490
|
-
Shall worms, inheritors of this excess,
|
2491
|
-
Eat up thy charge? is this thy body's end?
|
2492
|
-
Then soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss,
|
2493
|
-
And let that pine to aggravate thy store;
|
2494
|
-
Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross;
|
2495
|
-
Within be fed, without be rich no more:
|
2496
|
-
So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,
|
2497
|
-
And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.
|
2498
|
-
|
2499
|
-
CXLVII.
|
2500
|
-
|
2501
|
-
My love is as a fever, longing still
|
2502
|
-
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
|
2503
|
-
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
|
2504
|
-
The uncertain sickly appetite to please.
|
2505
|
-
My reason, the physician to my love,
|
2506
|
-
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
|
2507
|
-
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
|
2508
|
-
Desire is death, which physic did except.
|
2509
|
-
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
|
2510
|
-
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
|
2511
|
-
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,
|
2512
|
-
At random from the truth vainly express'd;
|
2513
|
-
For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright,
|
2514
|
-
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
|
2515
|
-
|
2516
|
-
CXLVIII.
|
2517
|
-
|
2518
|
-
O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head,
|
2519
|
-
Which have no correspondence with true sight!
|
2520
|
-
Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled,
|
2521
|
-
That censures falsely what they see aright?
|
2522
|
-
If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote,
|
2523
|
-
What means the world to say it is not so?
|
2524
|
-
If it be not, then love doth well denote
|
2525
|
-
Love's eye is not so true as all men's 'No.'
|
2526
|
-
How can it? O, how can Love's eye be true,
|
2527
|
-
That is so vex'd with watching and with tears?
|
2528
|
-
No marvel then, though I mistake my view;
|
2529
|
-
The sun itself sees not till heaven clears.
|
2530
|
-
O cunning Love! with tears thou keep'st me blind,
|
2531
|
-
Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should find.
|
2532
|
-
|
2533
|
-
CXLIX.
|
2534
|
-
|
2535
|
-
Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not,
|
2536
|
-
When I against myself with thee partake?
|
2537
|
-
Do I not think on thee, when I forgot
|
2538
|
-
Am of myself, all tyrant, for thy sake?
|
2539
|
-
Who hateth thee that I do call my friend?
|
2540
|
-
On whom frown'st thou that I do fawn upon?
|
2541
|
-
Nay, if thou lour'st on me, do I not spend
|
2542
|
-
Revenge upon myself with present moan?
|
2543
|
-
What merit do I in myself respect,
|
2544
|
-
That is so proud thy service to despise,
|
2545
|
-
When all my best doth worship thy defect,
|
2546
|
-
Commanded by the motion of thine eyes?
|
2547
|
-
But, love, hate on, for now I know thy mind;
|
2548
|
-
Those that can see thou lovest, and I am blind.
|
2549
|
-
|
2550
|
-
CL.
|
2551
|
-
|
2552
|
-
O, from what power hast thou this powerful might
|
2553
|
-
With insufficiency my heart to sway?
|
2554
|
-
To make me give the lie to my true sight,
|
2555
|
-
And swear that brightness doth not grace the day?
|
2556
|
-
Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill,
|
2557
|
-
That in the very refuse of thy deeds
|
2558
|
-
There is such strength and warrantize of skill
|
2559
|
-
That, in my mind, thy worst all best exceeds?
|
2560
|
-
Who taught thee how to make me love thee more
|
2561
|
-
The more I hear and see just cause of hate?
|
2562
|
-
O, though I love what others do abhor,
|
2563
|
-
With others thou shouldst not abhor my state:
|
2564
|
-
If thy unworthiness raised love in me,
|
2565
|
-
More worthy I to be beloved of thee.
|
2566
|
-
|
2567
|
-
CLI.
|
2568
|
-
|
2569
|
-
Love is too young to know what conscience is;
|
2570
|
-
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
|
2571
|
-
Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
|
2572
|
-
Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove:
|
2573
|
-
For, thou betraying me, I do betray
|
2574
|
-
My nobler part to my gross body's treason;
|
2575
|
-
My soul doth tell my body that he may
|
2576
|
-
Triumph in love; flesh stays no father reason;
|
2577
|
-
But, rising at thy name, doth point out thee
|
2578
|
-
As his triumphant prize. Proud of this pride,
|
2579
|
-
He is contented thy poor drudge to be,
|
2580
|
-
To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.
|
2581
|
-
No want of conscience hold it that I call
|
2582
|
-
Her 'love' for whose dear love I rise and fall.
|
2583
|
-
|
2584
|
-
CLII.
|
2585
|
-
|
2586
|
-
In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn,
|
2587
|
-
But thou art twice forsworn, to me love swearing,
|
2588
|
-
In act thy bed-vow broke and new faith torn,
|
2589
|
-
In vowing new hate after new love bearing.
|
2590
|
-
But why of two oaths' breach do I accuse thee,
|
2591
|
-
When I break twenty? I am perjured most;
|
2592
|
-
For all my vows are oaths but to misuse thee
|
2593
|
-
And all my honest faith in thee is lost,
|
2594
|
-
For I have sworn deep oaths of thy deep kindness,
|
2595
|
-
Oaths of thy love, thy truth, thy constancy,
|
2596
|
-
And, to enlighten thee, gave eyes to blindness,
|
2597
|
-
Or made them swear against the thing they see;
|
2598
|
-
For I have sworn thee fair; more perjured I,
|
2599
|
-
To swear against the truth so foul a lie!
|
2600
|
-
|
2601
|
-
CLIII.
|
2602
|
-
|
2603
|
-
Cupid laid by his brand, and fell asleep:
|
2604
|
-
A maid of Dian's this advantage found,
|
2605
|
-
And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep
|
2606
|
-
In a cold valley-fountain of that ground;
|
2607
|
-
Which borrow'd from this holy fire of Love
|
2608
|
-
A dateless lively heat, still to endure,
|
2609
|
-
And grew a seething bath, which yet men prove
|
2610
|
-
Against strange maladies a sovereign cure.
|
2611
|
-
But at my mistress' eye Love's brand new-fired,
|
2612
|
-
The boy for trial needs would touch my breast;
|
2613
|
-
I, sick withal, the help of bath desired,
|
2614
|
-
And thither hied, a sad distemper'd guest,
|
2615
|
-
But found no cure: the bath for my help lies
|
2616
|
-
Where Cupid got new fire--my mistress' eyes.
|
2617
|
-
|
2618
|
-
CLIV.
|
2619
|
-
|
2620
|
-
The little Love-god lying once asleep
|
2621
|
-
Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand,
|
2622
|
-
Whilst many nymphs that vow'd chaste life to keep
|
2623
|
-
Came tripping by; but in her maiden hand
|
2624
|
-
The fairest votary took up that fire
|
2625
|
-
Which many legions of true hearts had warm'd;
|
2626
|
-
And so the general of hot desire
|
2627
|
-
Was sleeping by a virgin hand disarm'd.
|
2628
|
-
This brand she quenched in a cool well by,
|
2629
|
-
Which from Love's fire took heat perpetual,
|
2630
|
-
Growing a bath and healthful remedy
|
2631
|
-
For men diseased; but I, my mistress' thrall,
|
2632
|
-
Came there for cure, and this by that I prove,
|
2633
|
-
Love's fire heats water, water cools not love.
|