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A12044
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Shake-speares sonnets Neuer before imprinted.; Sonnets
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Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.
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1609
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compare 131 THou art as tiranous so as thou art As those whose beauties proudly make them cruell For well thou know'st to my deare doting hart Thou art the fairest and most precious Iewell Yet in good faith some say that thee behold Thy face hath not the power to make loue grone To say they erre I dare not be so bold Although I sweare it to my selfe alone And to be sure that is not false I sweare A thousand grones but thinking on thy face One on anothers necke do witnesse beare Thy blacke is fairest in my iudgements place In nothing art thou blacke saue in thy deeds And thence this slaunder as I thinke proceeds 132 THine eies I loue and they as pittying me Knowing thy heart torment me with disdaine Haue put on black and louing mourners bee Looking with pretty ruth vpon my paine Better becomes the gray cheeks of th' East Nor that full Starre that vshers in the Eauen Doth halfe that glory to the sober West As those two morning eyes become thy face O let it then as well beseeme thy heart To mourne for me since mourning doth thee grace And sute thy pitty like in euery part Then will I sweare beauty her selfe is blacke And all they foule that thy complexion lacke 133 BEshrew that heart that makes my heart to groane For that deepe wound it giues my friend and me I' st not ynough to torture me alone But slaue to slauery my sweet'st friend must be Me from my selfe thy cruell eye hath taken And my next selfe thou harder hast ingrossed Of him my selfe and thee I am forsaken A torment thrice three-fold thus to be crossed Prison my heart in thy steele bosomes warde But then my friends heart let my poore heart bale Who ere keepes me let my heart be his garde Thou canst not then vse rigor in my Iaile And yet thou wilt for I being pent in thee Perforce am thine and all that is in me 134 SO now I haue confest that he is thine And I my selfe am morgag'd to thy will My selfe I le forfeit so that other mine Thou wilt restore to be my comfort still But thou wilt not nor he will not be free For thou art couetous and he is kinde He learnd but surerie-like to write for me Vnder that bond that him as fast doth binde The statute of thy beauty thou wilt take Thou vsurer that put'st forth all to vse And sue a friend came debter for my sake So him I loose through my vnkinde abuse Him haue I lost thou hast both him and me He paies the whole and yet am I not free 135 WHo euer hath her wish thou hast thy Will And Will too boote and Will in ouer-plus More then enough am I that vexe thee still To thy sweet will making addition thus Wilt thou whose will is large and spatious Not once vouchsafe to hide my will in thine Shall will in others seeme right gracious And in my will no faire acceptance shine The sea all water yet receiues raine still And in aboundance addeth to his store So thou beeing rich in Will adde to thy Will One will of mine to make thy large Will more Let no vnkinde no faire beseechers kill Thinke all but one and me in that one Will. 136 IF thy soule check thee that I come so neere Sweare to thy blind soule that I was thy Will And will thy soule knowes is admitted there Thus farre for loue my loue-sute sweet fullfill Will will fulfill the treasure of thy loue I fill it full with wils and my will one In things of great receit with ease we prooue Among a number one is reckon'd none Then in the number let me passe vntold Though in thy stores account I one must be For nothing hold me so it please thee hold That nothing me a some-thing sweet to thee Make but my name thy loue and loue that still And then thou louest me for my name is Will. 137 THou blinde foole loue what doost thou to mine eyes That they behold and see not what they see They know what beautie is see where it lyes Yet what the best is take the worst to be If eyes corrupt by ouer-partiall lookes Be anchord in the baye where all men ride Why of eyes falsehood hast thou forged hookes Whereto the iudgement of my heart is tide Why should my heart thinke that a seuerall plot Which my heart knowes the wide worlds common place Or mine eyes seeing this say this is not To put faire truth vpon so foule a face In things right true my heart and eyes haue erred And to this false plague are they now transferred 138 WHen my loue sweares that she is made of truth I do beleeue her though I know she lyes That she might thinke me some vntuterd youth Vnlearned in the worlds false subtilties Thus vainely thinking that she thinkes me young Although she knowes my dayes are past the best Simply I credit her false speaking tongue On both sides thus is simple truth supprest But wherefore sayes she not she is vniust And wherefore say not I that I am old O loues best habit is in seeming trust And age in loue loues not t' haue yeares told Therefore I lye with her and she with me And in our faults by lyes we flattered be 139 O Call not me to iustifie the wrong That thy vnkindnesse layes vpon my heart Wound me not with thine eye but with thy toung Vse power with power and slay me not by Art Tell me thou lou'st else-where but in my sight Deare heart forbeare to glance thine eye aside What needst thou wound with cunning when thy might Is more then my ore-prest defence can bide Let me excuse thee ah my loue well knowes Her prettie lookes haue beene mine enemies And therefore from my face she turnes my foes That they else-where might dart their iniuries Yet do not so but since I am neere slaine Kill me out-right with lookes and rid my paine 140 BE wise as thou art cruell do not presse My toung-tide patience with too much disdaine Least sorrow lend me words and words expresse The manner of my pittie wanting paine If I might teach thee witte better it weare Though not to loue yet loue to tell me so As testie sick-men when their deaths be neere No newes but health from their Phisitions know For if I should dispaire I should grow madde And in my madnesse might speake ill of thee Now this ill wresting world is growne so bad Madde slanderers by madde eares beleeued be That I may not be so nor thou be lyde Beare thine eyes straight though thy proud heart goe wide 141 IN faith I doe not loue thee with mine eyes For they in thee a thousand errors note But 't is my heart that loues what they dispise Who in dispight of view is pleasd to dote Nor are mine eares with thy toungs tune delighted Nor tender feeling to base touches prone Nor taste nor smell desire to be inuited To
109 O Neuer say that I was false of heart Though absence seem'd my flame to quallifie As easie might I from my selfe depart As from my soule which in thy brest doth lye That is my home of loue if I haue rang'd Like him that trauels I returne againe Iust to the time not with the time exchang'd So that my selfe bring water for my staine Neuer beleeue though in my nature raign'd All frailties that besiege all kindes of blood That it could so preposterouslie be stain'd To leaue for nothing all thy summe of good For nothing this wide Vniuerse I call Saue thou my Rose in it thou art my all 110 ALas 't is true I haue gone here and there And made my selfe a motley to the view Gor'd mine own thoughts sold cheap what is most deare Made old offences of affections new Most true it is that I haue lookt on truth Asconce and strangely But by all aboue These blenches gaue my heart an other youth And worse essaies prou'd thee my best of loue Now all is done haue what shall haue no end Mine appetite I neuer more will grin'de On newer proofe to trie an older friend A God in loue to whom I am confin'd Then giue me welcome next my heauen the best Euen to thy pure and most most louing brest 111 O For my sake doe you wish fortune chide The guiltie goddesse of my harmfull deeds That did not better for my life prouide Then publick meanes which publick manners breeds Thence comes it that my name receiues a brand And almost thence my nature is subdu'd To what it workes in like the Dyers hand Pitty me then and wish I were renu'de Whilst like a willing pacient I will drinke Potions of Eysell gainst my strong infection No bitternesse that I will bitter thinke Nor double pennance to correct correction Pittie me then deare friend and I assure yee Euen that your pittie is enough to cure mee 112 YOur loue and pittie doth th' impression fill Which vulgar scandall stampt vpon my brow For what care I who calles me well or ill So you ore-greene my bad my good alow You are my All the world and I must striue To know my shames and praises from your tounge None else to me nor I to none aliue That my steel'd sence or changes right or wrong In so profound Abisme I throw all care Of others voyces that my Adders sence To cryttick and to flatterer stopped are Marke how with my neglect I doe dispence You are so strongly in my purpose bred That all the world besides me thinkes y' are dead 113 SInce I left you mine eye is in my minde And that which gouernes me to goe about Doth part his function and is partly blind Seemes seeing but effectually is out For it no forme deliuers to the heart Of bird of flowre or shape which it doth lack Of his quick obiects hath the minde no part Nor his owne vision hâ—â—ds what it doth catch For if it see the rud'st or gentlest sight The most sweet-fauor or deformedst creature The mountaine or the sea the day or night The Croe or Doue it shapes them to your feature Incapable of more repleat with you My most true minde thus maketh mine vntrue 114 OR whether doth my minde being crown'd with you Drinke vp the monarks plague this flattery Or whether shall I say mine eie saith true And that your loue taught it this Alcumie To make of monsters and things indigest Such cherubines as your sweet selfe resemble Creating euery bad a perfect best As fast as obiects to his beames assemble Oh t is the first t is flatry in my seeing And my great minde most kingly drinkes it vp Mine eie well knowes what with his gust is greeing And to his pallat doth prepare the cup. If it be poison'd t is the lesser sinne That mine eye loues it and doth first beginne 115 THose lines that I before haue writ doe lie Euen those that said I could not loue you deerer Yet then my iudgement knew no reason why My most full flame should afterwards burne cleerer But reckening time whose milliond accidents Creepe in twixt vowes and change decrees of Kings Tan sacred beautie blunt the sharp'st intents Diuert strong mindes to th' course of altring things Alas why fearing of times tiranie Might I not then say now I loue you best When I was certaine ore in-certainty Crowning the present doubting of the rest Loue is a Babe then might I not say so To giue full growth to that which still doth grow 119 LEt me not to the marriage of true mindes Admit impediments loue is not loue Which alters when it alteration findes Or bends with the remouer to remoue O no it is an euer fixed marke That lookes on tempests and is neuer shaken It is the star to euery wandring barke Whose worths vnkowne although his higth be taken Lou's not Times foole though rosie lips and cheeks Within his bending sickles compasse come Loue alters not with his breefe houres and weekes But beares it out euen to the edge of doome If this be error and vpon me proued I neuer writ nor no man euer loued 117 ACcuse me thus that I haue scanted all Wherein I should your great deserts repay Forgot vpon your dearest loue to call Whereto al bonds do tie me day by day That I haue frequent binne with vnknown mindes And giuen to time your owne deare purchas'd right That I haue hoysted saile to al the windes Which should transport me farthest from your sight Booke both my wilfulnesse and errors downe And on iust proofe surmise accumilate Bring me within the leuel of your frowne But shoote not at me in your wakened hate Since my appeale saies I did striue to prooue The constancy and virtue of your loue 118 LIke as to make our appetites more keene With eager compounds we our pallat vrge As to preuent our malladies vnseene We sicken to shun sicknesse when we purge Euen so being full of your nere cloying sweetnesse To bitter sawces did I frame my feeding And sicke of wel-fare found a kind of meetnesse To be diseas'd ere that there was true needing Thus pollicie in loue t'anticipate The ills that were not grew to faults assured And brought to medicine a healthfull state Which rancke of goodnesse would by ill be cured But thence I learne and find the lesson true Drugs poyson him that so fell sicke of you 119 WHat potions haue I drunke of Syren teares Distil'd from Lymbecks foule as hell within Applying feares to hopes and hopes to feares Still loosing when I saw my selfe to win What wretched errors hath my heart committed Whilst it hath thought it selfe so blessed neuer How haue mine eies out of their Spheares bene fitted In the distraction of this madding feuer O benefit of ill now I find true That better is by euil still made better And ruin'd loue when it is built anew Growes fairer then at first more strong far greater So I