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OXXJtVI.

If thy soul check thee that I come so near,
?''?^ \?. *^y **""^ •*>"* »*w* > '•w thy •Wlh,'
And wUU thy soul knows. U admitted there;
SlS.^if?!:.?/.* ?y »«»ve-»olt, sweet, ftilfil.
•Will • wUl Ailfil the treasure of thv love.
Ay. fill it full with wills, and my will one.
In things of great receipt with ease we prove
Among a number one is reckon'd none :
Then in the number let me pam untold.
Though in thy stores' account 1 one must be;
Tm nothinc hold me. so it plew<e th«^ hold
That nothinii me. n xotnething nwf^t to thee :



Make but my name thy love, and love that ......

And then thou lovest me, tor my name L» * Wia

CXXXVII.

Thou blind fool. Love, what dost thou to mine

eyes.
That they behold, and see not what they see?
They know what beauty is, see where it lie».
Yet what the be^t is Uke the won.t to be.
If eyes corrupt by over-partial looks
Be aucbor'd In the bay where all lueu ride.
Why of eyes' falaehood liAst thou forged hooks.
Whereto the judgment of my heart is tied ?
Whw Hhould my heart tbinlc that a sevenil plot
Which my heart knows tbe wide woridrf com-
mon placer
Or nttne eyes seeing this, say this is not.
To put lair truth upon so foul a focer

In things right true my heart and eyes have
erred. [rerr'd

And to this Calse plague are they now traui.-
czxxviii.
When my love swears that she is made or trutli,
I do believe her. though I know she lies.
That she might think me some untntor'd routli.
Unlearned in tbe world's false subtletiei>.'
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks lue young.
Although she knows my days are past thv best.
Simplyl credit her fklse-speaking tongue :
On both siJes thus is simple truth suppress'd.
But wherefore says she not whe ii»



out waereiore says sue not nhe in unjust 7
And wherefore say not I that I am old r
O, love's best habit is in seeming tru.<<t,
And age in love loves not to have years told :
Therefore I lie with her and she with me.
And in our laulta by lies we flatter'd be.

cxxxix.
O. call not me to Justify the wrong
Wiat thy unkindness lay» upon my heart ;
Wound me not wiihtbioeeye but with thy ton sne;
Use power with power and sUy me not by art.
Tell me thou lovest elsewhere, but iu mv sitf ht,
Dj»r heart, forbear to glance thine eye aside :
What need'st thou wound with cunnins when

I thy might
Is more than my o*er-pre*s*d defence can hide?
Let me excuse thee : ah ! my love well knows
Her pretty looks have been mine enemies,
And therefore from my foce she turns my fbe«.
, That they elsewhere miKlit dart their iiOurles:
I Yet do not so ; but since I am near slain.
I Kill ma outright with looks and rid my pain.

czi»
Ba wise as thou art cruel ; do not prem
My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain :
Lest sorrow lend me words and words express
The manner of my pity-wanting rain.
I If I might teach thee wit. better it were.
; Though not to love. yet. love, to tell me so :
I As testy sick men. wlien their deaths be near.
I Ho news but healtb from their physicians know ;
t For if I should det«pair. I should grow mad,
! And In mv madne^ might i>peaklll of thet^:
Now this Ill-wresting world Ih grown ho bnd.
Mad slanderers by mad ears believed be.
That I may not be so, nor thou belied.
Bear thine eyes straight, though thy proud
heart go wkle.



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To me are noihiug novel, notbiuK strange ;
They are but drateiogs of a former sight.
Our d»ies are brief, and therefore we admire
What tliou dost foiitt upon ua that is old.
And rather make them born to our desire
Thau thill k that we before have heard them told.
Thy registers and thee I both defy.
Not wooderiug at the present nor the past,
For thy records and wnat we see doth lie.
Made more or less by thy eoutiniuU hahte.
This I do vow and this shall ever bo :
I will be true, despite thy bcythe and thee.



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It might for Fortune's bastard be un&ther'd.
As subject to Time's love or to Time'H hate,
Weeds among weeds, or floweM with flowers
No. it was builded fiir (him aocident ; fgather'd.
It suOers not in smiling pomp, nor fklls
Under the blow of thralled aiHCoutent,
Whereto the iuviUug time our fiuihion calls :
It fears not policy, that heretic.
Which works on leases of short- number'd hours,
But all alone stauds hugely politic, [showers.
That it nor grows with heat nor drowns with

To this I wttnesH call the fools of time, [crime.

Which die for goodness, who have lived for



Were't aught to roe I bore the canopy.
With my extern the outward honouring.
Or laid great bases for eternity.
Which prove more short than waste or ruining?
Have I not seen dwellen on form and bvonr
Lote all. and more, by paying too much rent.
For compound sweet forgoing simple slivour.
Pitiful thrivers, in their gazing spent?
No, let me be obsequioiis in thy heart.
And take thou my oblation, poor but fk«e.
Which is not mix'd with seconds, knows no art,
But mutual render, only me for thee.
Hence, thou suborn'd informer! a true soul
When most Impeach 'd stands least in thy con-
trol.

cxxri.
O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
Doet hold Time's flckle gUu«, his sickle, hour:
Who hast by waning grown, and therein show'iit
Thv lovers withering as thy sweet self grow'st:
If Nature, sovereign mistress over wrack.
As thou goeat onwards, still will pluck thee back,
Blie keeps thee to this piirpoee, that her skill
May time disgrace and wretched minutes kill.
Yet fear her, O thou minion of her pleasure!
Fhe may detain, but not still keep, her treasure:
Her audit, though delay'd, answer'd most be,
And her quietus is to render thee.



CXXVII.

In the old i^^ black was not counted fkir.
Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name ;
Bi)t DOW is black beauty's successive heir,
Vtpd beauty slander'd with a bastard shame :
Tbr siuee each hand hath put on nature's power.
Fairing the foul with art's fklse borrow'd face.
Sweet beauty hath no name, no lioly bower.
But hi profitned, if not lives in disgrace.
Therefore my mtstreM' brows are raven black,
^ Har eyes so suited, and they mourners seem



At such who, not bom fiUr, no beauty lack,
sundering creation with a (Use eateem :

Tet BO tliey mouni, becoming of their woe.

That every tongue says beauty should look so.



How oft, when thou, my music, music play'i*t.
Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds
with thy sweet fingers, whe^ thou gentlysway'st
The wiry concord that mine ear confounds.
Do I envv those Jacks that nimble leap
To kiss the tender Inward of thy hand, [reap.
Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest
At the ^rood's boldness by thee blushing sUnd !
To be BO tkskled. they would change their state
And situation with those dancing chipa,
O'er whom thy flnsers walk with gentle gait.
Making dead wood more bleat than living lips.

Since saucy lacks so happy are in this.

Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiH.



The expense of sfrfrtt in a waste of _ .
Is lust fii action ; and till action, lust
Is peiju|red, murderous, bfoodv. fUll of bhim«^
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,
Enjoy 'd no sooner but despised straiuht.
Past reaaon hunted, and no sooner had
Past rei^Ron hated, as a swallow'd bait
On purpose laid to make the taker mad ;
Mad in pursuit and in possession so ;
Had. having, and in quest to have, extreme;
A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe;
Before^ a Joy proposed: behind, a dream.

A 1 1 thia the world well knows ; yet none knows
welt

To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.



My mistress' eyes are nothing like the Kin ;
Coral is fiir more red than her lips' red ;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun :
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen rosea damaak'd. red and white.
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that tnm my mistress reeka.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a mr more pleasing sound :
I grant I never saw a goddess go ; [ground :
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with fislee compare.

cxzzi.
Thou art aa tyrannooa, so aa thou art, [cruel ;
As thou whoee beauties proudly make them
For well thou know'st to my dear doting heart
Thou art the (hirest and moat precious jewel.
Tet, in good (Uth. some say that thee behold
Thy ftice hath not the power to make love groan ;
To say thev err I dare not be so bold.
Although 1 swear it to myself alone.
And, to be sare that is not felse I swear,
A thousand groans, but thinking on thy flMt,
One on another's neck, do witness bear
Thy black is ftirest in my iudgment's place.
In nothing art thou black save in thy <r"^
And thence this slander, as I think; f



Thine eyes I love, and they, aa pitying m«L
Knowing thy heart torments me with diailali



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Or whether shiUl I say. mine eye aalth true.
And thiu your love taught it this alchemy,
To nutkt* of monHters and things iiidigest
Bueh cherubinff as your sweet self resemble.
Creating every had a perfect best.
As last as objecu to his beams assembler



And my great mind moHt tcinglv drinks ft up



Mine eye well knows what with his gust is 'gree<
And to his palate dnth prepare the cup : [iug,



O, 't is the flr^t : 't is flattery In my seeing,
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with his gust
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If it be poison 'd, 'tis the lesser sin
That mine eye loves it and doth fini begin.

CXT.

Thoae lines that I before have writ do lie.
Even those that said 1 could not love vou dettrer :
Yet then mv judgment knew no reason why [er.
My OKMt full flame sbonid afterwards bum clear-
Bat reckoning time, whose million 'd accidents
Creep in 'twixt vows andebange decreeaof kings.
Tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharp'st intents,
IHvert strong minds to the course of altering
Alas, why. fearing of time's trranny, [things ;
Might 1 not then say ' Mow I love you beat,'
When I was certain o'er incertainty.
Crowning the present, doubting of the rest t
Love is a babe :thi*n might 1 not say so, [grow*
To give hill growth to that which still doth

czvi.
Let me not to the marriage of tme minda
Admit impediments. Love Is not love
Which altera when it alteration finds.
Or bends with the remover to remove :
O, no! it is an ever>flzed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken ;
It Is the star to every wandering bark.
Whose worth 's unknown, although his height
be taken. [cheeks

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lipa and
Within* his bending sickle's couipass come ;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeka.
But bears It out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

cxni.
Accuse me thoa : that I have scanted all
Wherein I should your great deserts repay.
Forgot upon vour dearest love to call.
Whereto all bonds do tie me day by day :
That I have frequent been with unknown minds
And given to time your own dear-purchased
That I have hoisted sail to all the winds [right:
Which should transport me farthest fhmi your
Book both my wi I fulness and erron down [sight.
And on Just proof «urmlse accumulate ;
Bring me within the level of your fh>wn.
But snoot not at me in your waken 'd hate ;
8liice my appeal says 1 did HtH\e to prove
The constancy and virtue of your love.

CZVIII.

Like aa, to make oar appetites more keen.
With eager compounds we our palate urge.
As, to prevent our maladies unseen.
We sicken to shun sickness wlien we purge,
Sven so, being f^ll of your ne'er-cloylug sweet*

neas.
To bitter saoees did I fhtme rov feeding
And, sick of weiCare. found a kind of meetneaa
To be diseased ere that there was true needing.
Thns poliov in love, in anticipate

ills that were not, grew to fknlta Msartd



And brought to medicine a healthfUl state
Which, rank of goodness, would by ill be cured :
But thence I learn, and find the lesson true.
Drugs poison him that so fell aick of you.

ozix.
What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,
Diinilrd from limbecks foul as hell within.
Applying fears to hopes and hopes to fears.
Still losing when I saw myself to win !
What wretched errors hath my heart committed.
Whilst it hath thought itself so blessed never!
How liave mine eyes out of their spheres been
In the distraction of this madding fever ! [fitted
O benefit of ill ! now I find true
That better is by evil still made better;
And ruiu'd love, when It is built anew.
Grows fiUrertban at first, morestrong, fiir greater.
So I return rebuked to my content
And gain by ill thrice more than I have spent.



That you were once unkind befriends me now.
And for that sorrow which I then did feel
Needs must I under my transvression bow,
Unlesa my nerves were brass or hauimer'd steel.
For if you were by my unkindness slutken
As I by yours, you 've pass'd a hell of time.
And L A tyrant, have no leisure taken
To weigh how once I sullbr'd in your crime.
O, that our night of woe might have remember'd
My deepest sense, how hard true sorrow hits.
And soon to you. aa yon to me, then teiider'd
The humble salve which wounded bo(»oms fits!

But that your trespass now becomes a fee; [me.

Mine ransoms youn», and youn must ransom

cxxi.
TIa better to be vile than vile eeteem'd.
When not to be receives reproach of being.
And the Just pleasure loMt which is so deem'd
Not by our feeling but by others' seeing:
For why should others' ntbe adulterate ey
Give salutation to my sportive blood f
Or on my friUlties why are fhiiler spies.
Which in theirwilUcount bad what I think good?
No, I am that I am, and they that level
At my abases reckon up their own.
I may be straight, though they themselves be
bevel ; [shown ;

By their rank thonghta my deeds most not b«
unless this genenl evil they maintain.
All men are bad, and in their badness reign.



Beyea




Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
Full character*d with lasting memory.
Which shall above that idle rank remain
Beyond all date, even to eternity :
Or at the least, so long as brain and heart
Have fitculty by nature to subwlst ;
Till each to raaed oblivion yield his part
Of thee, thy record never can he mlss'd.
That poor retention could not so much hold.
Nor need I tallies thy dear love to score :
Therefore to give them flrom me was I bold.
To trust those tables that receive thee more :
To keep an adjunct to remember thee
Were to import forgetfulneas in me.



cxziii.
No. Time, thou shsit not boast thst
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6iDe» ftll alike my bodkh and praisea be
To on*, of one, still sach, and erer m>.
Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind.
8iiil constant in a wondrous excellence ;
Tlierefore my verse to oonstaucy condned.
One thing ezpresalng, leaves out difl'vrenoe.

* Fnir, kind, and true ' is all my argument,

* K:iir. kind, and true ' varying to other words;
Aihi in this change is my invention spent,

Til r en themea in one, which wondrous scope
ntTurds.
* Knir, kind, and true,' have often lived alone.
Which three till now never kept seat in one.

en.
When in the chronicle of wasted time
I see descriptions of the teirest wightM,
And beauty making beautiful okl rhyme
In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights.
Then, in the blason of sweet beauty's best.
Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eve, of brow,
I see their antique pen would have expresa'd
Bven such a beauty as vou master now.
60 all their praises are but prophecies
Of this our time, all von prefiguring ;
And, for they look'd but with divining eyes.
They had not skill enough vour worth to Ring :

For we, which now behold these present days.

Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to pr,^.

OTII.

Kot mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
Of the wide world dreaming on things to come.
Can yet the lease of my true love control.
Supposed AS forfeit to a confined doom.
The mortal moon halh her eclipse endured
And the sad augurs mock their own presage ;
Inoertaluties now crown themselves assured
And peace proclaims olives of endless age.
Now with the dropv of this most balmy lima
My love looks fre^h, nnd Death to me subscribes.
Since, spite of him. I 'II live in thiM poor rhvme,
Whil»* he insultH o'er dull and speeciiless tribes :
And thou in thin slinlt find thy monument.
When tyrantii' creHtM and tombs of brass are
spent

cm I.
What 's in the brain that ink may character
Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit?
What's new to speak, what new to register.
That may express mv love or thy dear merit?
Nothing, sweet boy ; but yet, like prayers divine,
I must each day say o'er the very same.
Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine.
Even as when first I hallow'd thy fair name.
80 that eternal love in love's firesn case
Weighs not the dust and injury of age.
Nor gives to necessary wrinRles place.
But makes antiquity for aye his page.
Finding the first conceit of love there bred
Wliere time luid outward form would show it
dead.

ciz.
O, nttver say that I wns false of heart.
Though absence seem'd my flnfaie to qualify.
As easy might I ftnom myself depart
As (torn my soul, which in thy breast doth lie :
That to my home of love : if I have ranged.
Like him that travels I return again.
Just to the time, not with the time exchanged,
80 that mvself bring water for my stain.
Never believe, though in my nature reign 'd
kAU frailties that besiege all^inds of blood.



That it could so prepoeterously be stain'd.
To leave for.nothing all thy sum of good ;
For nothing this wide universe I call.
Save thou, my rose ; In it thou art my aU.



Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and there
And made myself a motley to the view.
Gored mine own thoughts, sokl cheap what la

most dear.
Made old oflianoes of affections new;
Most true it is that I have look'd on truth
Askance and strangely : but. by all above.
These bleuchea gave my heart another youth*
And worse eesays proved thee my best of love.
Now all to done, have what shall have no end :
Mine appetite I never more will grind
On newer proof^ to try an older fnend,
A god in love, to whom I am confined, [best.
Then give me welcome, next mv heaven the
Even to thy ptire and most most loving breast.



O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide.
The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds,
Thai did not better for my lifie provide [breeds.
Tliiiu public means wllich public mannan
Thence comes It that my name receives a brand.
And almost thence mv nature to subdued
To what it works in. like the dyer's hand :
Pitv me then and wtoh I were renew'd:
Wiiilst. like a wUling patient, I will drink
Potions of eisel 'gainst my strung infection ;
No bitterness that I will bitter think,
Nor double peuance, to correct correction.
Pity me then, dear friend, and I assure ya
Even that your pity is enough to cure me.

ex II.
Tour love and pity doth the impression flU
Which vulgar scandal stamp'd upon my brow;
For what care I who calto me well or in.
60 you o'er-green my bad, my good allow?
Tou are my all the world, and I must strive
To know my shames and praises from yonr
None else to me, nor I to none alive, [tongue;
That my eteei'd sense or changes right or wrong.
In so profound abysm I throw all car*
Of others' voices, that my adder's seuae
To critic and to flatterer stopped are.
Mark how with my neglect I do dispense :
You are so stronglv in my purpose bred
That all the world besides metbiuks are dead.

CXlll.

Since I left too. mine eye is in my mind ;
And that which governs me to go about
Doth part hto fhnciion and to partly blind,
Beems seeing, but eflbctually is out ;
For it no form delivers to the heart
Of bird, of flower, or shupe. which it doth latch :
Of his quick ot^ects hath the mind no part.
Nor hto own vtoion holds what it doth catch ;
For if it see the rudest or gentlest sight.
The most sweet fiivour or deformd'st creature.
The mountain or the sea, the day or night.
The crow or dove, it shapes them to your foalnre :

Incapable of more, replete with you, [tru«.

My most true naind thus m*kes mine eye ua-

rxrr.
Or whether doth my mind, being erown'd with

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Both grace »iid fkalts are loved of more and \em ;
Thoo makent foulta graces tliat to thee resort.
As on the finger of a throned qaeen'
The basest jewel will be well ettteero'd,
60 are those errors that in thee are seen
Tu truths translated and for tru*; things deem'd.
How nuuij lambs might the stern wolf betray.
If like a lamb he could his looks translate !
How many gasers mightst thou lead away.
It thou wouldst use the strength of all thy state !
But do not so ; I lore thee Tu such sort
As, thou being mine, mine Is thy good report.

zcm.
Bow like a winter hath mr abeenee been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What frees! ngs have I felt, what dark &j» seen !
What old December's bareness every where!
And yet this time removed was summer's time.



The teeming autumn, big with rich increase.
Bearing the wanton burden of the pria
Like wldow'd wombs after their lords' <j



Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me
But hope of orphans and uu&ther'd fruit;
For summer and his pleasures wait on thee.
And, thou away, the very birds are mate :

Or, if they sing. 'tiM with soduilaeheer [near.

That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's

XCTllI

From yon have I been absent In the spHng.
When proud-pied April dresTd in all bis trim
Rath put a spirit of youth in every thing.
That heavy Biatum laugb'd and leap'd wUh him.
Tet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet itmell
Of difl^rent flowers in odour and in hue
Co<Ud make me any «ummer's story tell, [grew;
Or from their proud lap pluck them where thej
Nor dkl I wonder at the lily's white.
Hor praise the deep vermilion in the rose:
They were but sweet, but flguros of delight.



Drawn after you, vou pattern of all those.
Yet seem'd it winter sUlU and, you away.
As with your shadow I with these did play :



The IbrwanI riolet thus did T chide: [that amelK
flweet thief, whence didst thou steal thv sweet
If not fhMD my love's breath ? The porple pride
Wbksh on thy soft cheek for eomplezioo dwells
In mv love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed.
The lily I eondemned for thy hand.
And bnd« of nurioram had stol'n thy hair :
The rosen fearfiilly on thorns did stand.
One blushing shame, another white despair :
A third, nor red nor white, had nM'n or both
And to his robbery had annex'd thy breath ;
But. for his theft, in pride of all his growth
A vengeful canker eat him ap to death.
More flowers I noted, yet I none could see
But sweet or colour It had stol'n (Vom thee!



Where art thou. Muse, that thou forget*stsolong
To speak of that which gives thee all thy mightl
Apend'st thou thy fhnr on some worthless song.
Darkening thy power to lend base subjects light F
Retnm. forgetini Mnse. and straight redeem
In irentle nnmbers time so klly spent ;
Slug to the ear that doth thy lays esteem
'-^ fives thy pen both skill and argument,
re^y Muse, my love's sweet fliee survey,
have any wrinkle graven there ;




If any, be a satire to decay.

And make Time's spoils despised everj where.

Give my love Game GMter than Time waates life ;

60 thoupreveut'st hissoy iheand crooked knife.

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tmant If use, what shall be thy amends
For thy neglect of truth In beauty dyed r
Both truth and beauty on my love depends;
80 doat thou too. and therein diguifled.
Make answer. Muse : wilt thou not hapir say
'Tnitii needs no colour, with his colour nz'd;
Beauty no pencil, beauty's truth to lay ;

But best isbetit. if never lutermix'dr
Because he needn nopraaie.wilt tlioili bedumb?
Excuse not silence ko ; for 't lies in thee
To make him mudi outlive a ^Ided tomb.
And to t>e praised of ages yet to be.
Then do thy office. Muse ; I teach thee how
To makehim seem long hence as he shows now.

oil.
My love Is strengthen 'd, though more weak in
seeming ;

1 k>ve not len, though less the show appear :
That k>ve is merchandised whose rich esteeming
The owner's tongue doth publish every wliere.
Our fove was new and then but in the spring
When I wan wont to greet it with my lays.

As Philomel in summer's front doth sing
And stops her pipe in growth of riper days :
Not that the summer Is less pleasant now [night,
Tlian wheit her mourn ftil hymns did hush the
But thatwiidmusicburthensevery bough [light



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