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And sweeu grown common lose their dear de«
Therefore like her I sometime hold my tongue^
Because I would not dull you with my song,

Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth,
Tltat having such a scope to show her pride.
The argument all brire is of more wortn
Than when it liath my added praise beside!
O, blame me not, if I no more can write !
Look in your glass, and there appears a face
That over-goes my blunt invention quite.
Dulling my lines and doing me disgrace.
Were it not sinftil then, striving to mend.
To mar tlie sul^ect that before was well f
For to no other pass my verses tend
Than of your graces and your gifts to tell ; TtH
And more, much more, than in my verse can
Tour own glass shows you wheh you look in it.

To me, lUr fHend. you never can be old.
For as you ^ere when flrrt yonr eye I eved.
Such seemsyour beauty still. Three wint'erscold
If avefhrnttneforestjiahook threesummer*' pride,
Three beauteoussprings toyellowantumn turn 'a
In process of the seMons have I seen.
Three April perftimes in three hot Junes burn'd.
Since flnt I saw you fk-esh, which vet are green.
Ah ! yet doth beauty, like a dial-band.
Steal ttom his figure and no pace perceived :
60 your sweet bi^e, which methinks stiU doth

Hath motion and mine eye may be deceived :

For fear of whtch, hear thto, tnou age unbred;

Ere you were bom was beauty's summer dead.

i(m\ .

Let not my love be oall'd idolatry,
Nor my beloved as an idol show.


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The charter of thy worth jgivet thee releftsing;
Mjr bonds in thee are all oeterminate.
For liovr do I hold thee but by thy granting?
And for that riches where is my deserving?
The cause of this Csir ght in me is wanting.
And so my patent back agiun is swerving. '
Thyself thou gavest, thy own worth then not

Or me, to whom thoa gavest Ik else misUking;

' f great gift, upon misprision growing,
Coiaos home again, on better judgment making.

VtQ thy I

Thus have I nad thee, as a dream doth flatter.
In sleep a king, bat waking no such nuktter.


When thou shalt be disposed to set me light
And place my merit in the eye of scorn.
Upon thy side against myself I'll flght [swoiH.
And prove ihee virtuous, though thou art lor-
With mine own weakness being nest acquainted.
Upon thy part I can set down a story
Of faults oouceal'd, wherein I am attainted,
Tliat thou in losing me shalt win much glory :
And I by this will be a gainer too :
Fur bending all my lovina thoughts on thee,
Tlie injuries that to myself I do.
Doing tbee vsnuge, double-vantage me.
8neh is mv love, to thee I so belong.
That for thy right myself will bear all wrong.


Bay that thon didst forsake me for some fiiult.
And [ will comment upon that oflbnce ;
Speak of my lameness, and I straight will halt,
Aitainst thy reasons making no defence.
Thou canst not, love, disgrace me half so ill.
To set a form upon desired change.
As I 'II myself disgrace : knowing thy will,
I will acquaintance strangle and Took strange.
Be absent from thy walks, ami in my tongue
Tiiy sweet beloved name no more shall dwell,
Leist I, too much profane, should do It wrong
And haply of our old acquaintance tell.
For thee againtti myself I'll vow debate.
For I must ne'er love him whom thou dost bate.

Then hate me when thou wilt ; if ever, now ;
Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross,
Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow.
And do not drop in for an after-loss : [row,

A h, do not, when my heart hath 'scaped this sor-
Come in the rearward of a conquer d woe ;
(live not a windy night a rainv morrow.
To linger 'out a purposed overthrow.
If thou will leave me, do not leave me last.
When other petty grleft have done their spite.
But in the onset come ; so shall I taste
At first the very worst of fortune's might.
And other strainsof woe, which now seem woe.
Compared with loss of thee will not tteem so.


Borne glory In their Wrth^ some in their skill.
Some in their wealth, some in their bodies' force,
Some in their nrments, though new-fengled ill.
Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their

And every humour hath his adjunct pleamire.
Wherein it finds a Joy above the rest :
But these particuura are not my measure;
All these I better In one general best.
Thy love it better than high blKh to me,
Bieher than w«alth,prouderthau garments' oost.

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Of more delight than hawks or horses be ;

And having thee, of all men's pride-I boast :
Wretched in this alone, that thou maysc tak«
All this away and me most wretched make. ^

But do thy won»t to steal thyself away.
For term of life thou art assured mine.
And life no longer than thy love will stay.
For it depends upon that love of thine.
Then need I not to fear the worst of wrongsi.
When in the least of them my life hath end.
I see a better state to me belongs
Thau that which on thy humour doth depend ;
Thou canst not vex me with inconstant nUud,
Since that my life on thy revolt doth lie.
O, what a hi^y title do I find,
Happy to have thy love, ha|^y to die !
But what's BO blessed-fair thai fearti no Uoif
Thou mayst be fifdse, and yet I know it not.

So shall I live, supposing thou art true.
Like a deceived husband ; so love's face
May still seem love to me, though alter'd new;
Thy looks with me, thy heart in other pUice :
For there can live no natred in thine eye,
Therefore in that I cannot know thy change.
In many's look** the false heart's hi^ttory
But heaven in thy creation did decree
Tliat In thy fiice sweet love should ever dwell ;
Whate'er thy thoughts or thy heart's workiun

Thy looks should nothing thenoe but sweeinesa
How Uke Eve's apple doth thy beautv grow.
If thy sweet virtue answer not thy show !

They that have power to hurt and will do non«.
That do not do ttie thing they most do show.
Who, moving others, are them^h es lis stone.
Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slolv,
Thev rightly do inherit heaven's graces
Ana husband nature's riches from expense ;
They are the lords and owners of their fiwes.
Others but stewards of their excellence.
The summer's flower is to the summer sweet.
Though to itself it only live and die, ,
But if that flower with base infection meet.
The basest weed outbraves his dignity :

Forsweetest things turn sourest by tlieirdeeda;

Lilies that fester smell lar worse thiin weeds.

How sweet and lovel v doxt thon make the shame
Which, like a canker in the fhiTmnt rose.
I>oth spot the beauty of thy budding name ! -
O. in what sweets do«t thou thv sins enclose!
That tongue that tells the story of thy days.
Making Insdvious comments on thy sport.
Cannot dinpralse bnt tn a kind of praise ; ~
Naming thy name blesses an ill report.
O, what a mansion have those vices got
Which for their habiution chose out thee.
Where beauty's veil doth cover every blot.
And all thin(^ turn to &ir that eyes can see !
Take heed, dear heart, of this large privilege:
The hardest knifo Ul-osed doth loee his edg^

Some say thv flralt Is youth, some wantonncas)
Some say thy grace Is rooth and gant!* sport;

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Am eTery alien ptn hath got mjr iwe.
And aa^er tb«« their po«87 di«perM.
Thine eyee that taught the dumb on high to sing,
AVI heavy Ignoranou alott to fly,
flave added leathen to the learned'* wing,
iknd given grace a double mi^ty.
Yet be meet proud of that which I compile,
Whoee influence is thine and born of thee :
In otheri' work* thou doat but mend the style.
And arts with thv sweet graces graced be;
But thou art all my art and dost advance
As high as learning my rude ignorance.


Whilsl I alone did call upon thy aid.
My verse alone had all thy gentle grace.
But now my gracious numbers are decay'd
And my sick Muse doth give another place.
I grant^ tweet love, thy lovely argument
Deserves the travail or a worthier pen.
Yet what of thee thy poet doth invent
Re robs thee of and pays it thee again.
Ue lenda tbe« virtue and he stole that word
From thy behaviour; beauty doth be give
And found it in thy dieek ; be can aflbrd
Mo praise to thee but what in thee doth live.
Then thnnk him not for that which he doth say,
Sinoa what he owes thee thou thyself dost pay.

O, how I fiiint when I of yon do write.
Knowing a better spirit doth use your name.
And in the praise ttiereof spends all his might.
To make me tongue-tied, speaking of your fkme!
But since your worth, wide as the ocean is.
The humble as the proudest sail doth bear.
My saucy bark Inferior far to his
On your broad main doth wilfbliy appear.
Tour shallowest help will hold mo up afloat.
Whilst he upon your soundless deep doth ride ;
Or, being wreck d, I am a worthless boat.
He of XaSa building and of goodly pride :

Then if he thrive and I h» caxt away.

The worst was thb; my love was my decay.

Or I shall live yonr epltnph to oiake.
Or yon survive when I In earth am rotten :
From hence your memory death cannot take.
Although In me each part will be for|mtt«n.
Tour name fh>m hence immortal llfis snail have,
Thhogh L once gone, to all the world must die :
The earth can yield roe but a common grave.
When you entombed in m»n> «vhi nhiul lie.
Tour monument shall be my gentle verse.
Which eyes not vet created suUl o'er-reaa.
And tontnies to h« yonr being shall rehearse
\f\w\\ all the breatlMfrN of this world are dead ;

Vuu ktill NhiUl live — Hiioli virtue hath my
TH'n — fnoiiths of men.

Where breath most breathe^, even in the

I grant thou wert not married to my Muse
And thortfore mayst without attaint o'erlook
The dedicated words whidi writers use
Of their fisir subject, blessing every book.
Thou art as fhir in knowledge as in hue,
Finding thy worth a limit past my praise.
And th«rrefore art enforced to seek anew
Bome fkvsher stamp of the time- bettering days
And dn so. love ; yet when titey have devised
What Oiaiaed touches rbetMrie can lend.

V And dn I
^ . What^

Thou truly fkir wert truly sympathised
In true jMin words by thy tmo-lelling friend;
And their groes painting might be better used
Where cheeks need blood ; in thee it Is abused.

I never saw that you did painting need
And therefore to your fair no painting set t
I found, or thought I found, you did exceed
The barren tender of a poet's debt :
And therefore have I slept in your report.
That you yourself being extant well might show
How fiir a modern quill doth come too short.
Speaking of worth,what worth in you doth grow.
This silence for my sin you did impute,

Jrhich shall be most my glory, being dumb ;
or I imnair not beauty oetng mute.
When others would eive life and bring a tomh.
' There lives more Ine in one of your fair eyes
Thau both your poets can in praise devise.

Who Is it that says most? which can say more
Than this rich praise, that you alone are you F
In whose confiu<» Immured is the store
Which should example where your equal grew.
Lean penury within that pen ooth dwell
That to his subject lends not some small glory ;
But he that writes of you. if he can tell
That you are you. ho disnifles his story.
Let him but copy what in you is writ,
Kot making worse what nature made so clear.
And such a counterpart shall fame hb wit.
Making his style admired every where.
Tou to your beauteous blessings add a curse.
Being fond on praise, which makee your praises


My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,
W hile commenta of your praise, richly compiled.
Reserve their diaracter with golden quill
And preclons phrase by all the Muses filed.
I think good thoughu whilst other write good

And like unletter'd clerk still cry 'Amen*
To every hymn that able spirit aflbrds
In polish'd form of weil-reftned pen.
Hearing you praisod. I ray * 'TIS so, 't Is true,'
And to the mobt of praise add something more;
But that ii In my thought, whose love to you.
Though words come hindmost, holds his tank
Then others for the breath of words respect.
Me for my dumb tliouxbt^, bpeaklng in ellact.


Was It the proud full sail of his great verse.
Bound for the prise ol all too precious you.
That did mv ripe thoutfhu in my brain iuhesnie.
Making thelrtombtlie womb wherein they grew r
Was it his spirit, by hpiriu taught to write
Above a morkt] pitch, that truck me dead?
No, neltber he, nor hlf« coni)i«fers by night
(living him aid, my verM* aiaonished.
He. nor that stfiible fiuniliar ghost
Which nightly gulls him wiih intelligence.
As victors of my silence cannot boast;
I was not sick of any foar fh>m thence :
But when your countenance flll'd up his line.
Then lack'd I matter ; that enfeebled mine.

Farewell ! thou art too dear for my possessing.
And like enough thou know'st thy sallnisis :

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All tonguM, th« Toioe of •oola, give the« that due»

Uttering bnre truth, even so as foes commend.

Thy outward thus with outwardpraise Is crown 'd;

« — ..^ tongues that give thee so thine


In other itooeuts do thto praiiie confhnnd


By seeing fkrther than tne ere hkth HhowD<

Ther look Into the beauty of thy mind.

And that, in guess, they measure by thV deeds ;

Tiien. churls,lheir thougbu, although their eyes
w«*re kind.

To thy ftdr flower add the rank smell of weeds:
But why thy odour nutcheth not thy show,
Tiie solve is this, that thou dost common grow.

Tliat thou art blamed shall not be thy defect.
Fur slander's mark was ever yet the lUr;
The ornament of beauty is suspect,
A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.
80 thou be good, slander doth but approve
Thy worth Uie greater, beinK wtto'd of time ;
For canker vice the sweetetit buds doth love.
And thou present'st a pure unstained prime.
Thou hast patts'd by the ambush of young days.
Either not assall'd or victor beius charged ;
Yet this thy praise cannot be so thy praise.
To tie up envy evermore enUrged :
If some suspect of ill mask'd not thy show.
Then thou alone kingdoms of hearts shouldsi


No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Than you siiall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell :
Nay, if you re^d this line, remember not
The hand that writ it ; for I love you so
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
O. iU I Bay, yon look upon this verse
when I perhaps compounded am with day.
Do not so mucn as my poor name reheocse.
But let vour love even with my life decay.
Lest tne wise world should look into your moan
And mock you with me after I am gone.

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O, lest the world should task you to recite
what merit lived in me, that you should love
After my death, dear love, forget me quite.
For you in me can nothing worthy prove ;
Unless you would devise some virtuous lie.
To do more for me than mine own desert.
And hang more praise upon deceased I
Than niggard truth would willingly impart :
O, lest your true love may seem Iblse in this,
That you for love speak well of me untrue.
My name be buried where my body is.
And live no more to shame nor me nor you.
For I am shamed by that which I bring forth.
And so should you, to love things nothing

That time of year thou mayst In me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs whteh shake against the cold.
Dare ruin*d ohmrs, where late the sweet birds
ill me thou seeet the twilight of such day [sang.
As after sunset fiadeth in toe west.
Which by and by black night doth Uk^away,
Death's second self; that siala up all in rest.
In me thew seeot the glowing of such fire
Tliai on the ashea of hi* youth doth lie.

As tne death-bed whereon it most expire
Consumed with that which it was nourish'd bj.

This thou peroeivest, which makea thy love
more strong, [king.

To love that well which thou moat leave er«


But be contented : when that foil arrset
Without all bail shall carry me awHy,
My life huth In this line some interest,
whioh for memorial sUll with thee shall staj.
When thou reviewest this, thou dost review
The venr part was consecrate to thee :
The earth can have but earth, which is his doe;
My spirit is thine, the better part of me :
80 then thou hast but lost the dregs of Ufo,
The prey of worms, my body being d^Ml,
The coward conquest of a wretch's knifo.
Too base of thee to be remembered.
The worth of that is that which it oontalna.
And that Is this, and this with ihee rematna.


80 are you to my thoughts as food to life.
Or MS sweet-se a son'd showers are to the ground ;
And for the peace of you I hold such strife
As 'wizt a miser and nis wealth is found ;
Now proud as an eojoyer and anon
l>oubting the filching age will steal his treaenre.
Now counting best to be with you alone, [nre ;
Then better'd that the world may see mypleas-
Sometime all f\ill with feasting on your afgfat
And by and by clean starved for a look ;

Save wl
Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day.
Or gluttouiug on all, or all away.

ling or pursuing no delight,

hnl is bad or murt fh>m yoo be took.


Why is my verse so barren of new prlde^
60 (or fVom variation or quick change f
Why withthetimedolnotglanoeasiae [stranger
To new-found methods and to eompounda
Why write I still all one, ever the same.
And keep invention in a noted weed.

That every word doth almost tell my na

Bhowing tneir birth and where they did proeeedf
O, know, sweet love. I always write of you.
And you and love are still my argument;
80 all my best is dressing old words new.
Spending again wliat is already apent :
For as the sun is dally new and old,
80 Is my love still telling what la told.

Thy glass will show thee how thy beantiea wear.
Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste ;
The vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear.
And of thb book this learning mayst thou taste.
The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show
Of mouthed graves will give thee memorj ;
Thou by thy dial's shady stealth mayst know
Time's thievish p ro g res s to eternity.
Look, what thy memory can not oontain [find
Ck>mmit totbeee waste blanks, and thou ahalt
Those children nursed, dellver'd flrom thv bnln.
To take a new aoqualntanee of thy mina.

These olBcea, so oft as thou wilt look.

Shall profit thee and much enridt thy book.

80 oft have I invoked thee for my Muse,
And found such tOr atslatattce la my tmm,

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I wqacart lou all ftirwmnfa do eoaivitd.

tUTity, MW« is eke mmkm of Uchi.
..mwlB to ■aatoiity, wberewiikWuix crowB'd,
Croukt^ cdifMs *8Mi»( hi* gkir) ijcbi,
Attd Time Uuu gm«« dolh now hi» gill cotifMiad.
Time doih trmaaAx the louriBh aei o«t toqUi
Abd ddTM the parmlM* in beaatj's brow.
Fc<d« OB ibe imncim of nalare's tniUi,
AAd Docbiug i4«ii<l» but Ibr hte aejtbe lo mow :

Aad yet lo timm In hope my Tone shall sUakU

PXBMag thy worth. d«apil« his cruol hand.


Is tt thy wQl thy tmase shoold kmp open
My heavy eyelkW to tlie weary nlsbtr
DoM tboa derire my elamberi aheold be brokea.
While shadow* like to thee do mock my sightr
Is II thy spirit that thoa send'st from thee
r nttmhoa

80 fur fnm hoaie into my deeds do pry.
To iad oot shames and idle boar* In me.
The scope and leuoor of thy jealootiy f
O. no ! thy love, thongh maen. is not so great :
It b my lore that keeps mine eye awake :
Mine own trae love that doth my rest defsat.
To play the watchman ever for thy sake; T where.
For thee watch I whilst thoa dost wake etoe^
rrom me fsr oH; with othere all too near.

0ln of self-k»ve possesaeth all mine eye
And all my soul aiid all my every part ;
And for this sin there Is no remedy.
It Is so grounded Inward in my heart.
Methtais no fiioe so gradous is as mine.
No shape so true, no truth of such account t
And for myself mine own worth do deflne.
As I all other In all worths surmount.
But when my gla»s shows me myself indeed,
Beated snd cdmip'd with Unn'd antlqultv.
Mine own seif-iove quite contrary I read;
Belf so selMoving were iniquity.
T Is thee. myi«eir. that tor myself I pralae.
Painting my age with beauty of thy days.

Against my love shall be, as I am now.
with Time's injurious hand onish'd and o'er-
wora ; f brow

When hours have drain'd hto blood and fllPd his
With lines and wrinkles; when his youthfhl
Hath traveU'd on to age's steepy night, fmom
And all those beauties whereof now he's king
Are vanishing or vajiish'd oitt of sight.
Stealing away the treasure of his spring;
For such a time do I now fortihr

AnlnM confounding age's cruel knifo.
That he shall never out ftrom memory
Mv sweet love's beauty, though my lover's life:
\Un beauty shall in these black lines be seen.

And they shall hve. and he in them still green.


When 1 have seen by Time's foil hand defaced
The rich proud cost of outworn buried ape ;
When sometime fofty towers I see down>rased
And brass eternal slave to mortal rage :
When I have seen the hungry ocean gain
Advantage on the kingdom of the shore.
And the Ann soil win of the watery main.
Increasing store with lose and loss with store j
When I have seen rooh Interchange of Mata,
- Or atata tteilf mm ftwadtd ^' ^

ight me thoa tc ramlaatr.
That Time wurcoaie and take my love away.
Th» thoaght Isasadeath, w hieh canaot ehoosa
But weep to have that which it foan to kae.

Since bram. nor stone, nor earih. nor bonndlesa
But sad mortality oVr-sways their i«ower. leea.
How with this rage shall beauty hold a pkia,
Whoee action Is no stronger than a flower r
O. how shall summer's honey breaih hold out
Against the wreck fVil siege of battering days.
When rocks impregnable are not so stout.
VoT gates of steel so strong, but Time decays f
O fsarAil meditation ! where, alack,
Shall Time's beet jewel trmn Time's cheM lie hid }
Or what strong hand can lioUl his swift fbot back }
Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid f
O. none, unless this miracle have might.
That In Mack ink mylovemaysUUshinebrlfht.

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry.
As, to behold deeert a beggar bnni.
And needy nothing trimm'd In Jollity,
And purest fkith unhappily fontwurn,
And gilded honour shamefully mw|,
And maiden virtue rudely stiumpeted.
And right perfleclloii wrongfully disgrac
And strength by limpiiig sway diimbledi
And art made tongueMied by authority.
And folly dootor*like contiolltng skill.
And simple truth mh«aird simplicity.
And captive good aueiiding oapuln ill t [gw
Tired with all these, from these would I oe
Save that, to die. 1 leave my love alone.


Ahl wherefore with infection should he live.
And with hiH prvitenci* gruce iniuhfty.
That sin by him advsntage sliouid acniave
And Umw itself with hh* soctetv 1
Why should fhlse painting Imfute his cheek
Ann steal dead neeluK of hts ll\ Ing hue f
Why should puor beauty iudlrectiv seek
Roses of shadow, since his rose is Iruef
Why should he live, now Nature bankrupt la.
Beggur'd of blood to bluth through lively veins f
For she hath no exchequer now hut his.
And, proud of many, lives upon his enina.
O. him she stores, to show w hat wealth she had
In day* long sinoe, before these last m> bad.

Thus la bis cheek tlie map of days outworn.
When beauty lived and died as flowers do now.
Before these basurd signs of ftiir were bom.
Or durst inhabit on a living brow ;
Before the golden tresses of the dead.
The right of sepulchres, were shorn away.
To live a seoona llfo on second head ;
Ere beautv's dead fleece made another gny 1
III him those holy antique hours are s' en.
Without all ornament. Itself and true.
Making no summer of another's green.
Robbing no old to dress hU beauty new ;

And him as for a map dotli Nature store.

To show folse Art what beauty was of yora.

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yrom where thou art why shouM I haste me
Till I return, ot posting in no utn^. [theuceP
O. what excuse will my poor ImtMi theu find,
When 0win extremity cau seem but slow?
Then should I spur, though mounted on the
In winged speed uomotiou^iall I kuow: [wind;
Then can no horse with my desire keep pace :
Therefore desire, of perfect'st love being made.
Shall neigh — no dull tienh — in his flery race ;
But love, for lore, thus shall excuse my jade ;
Since from thee going he went wilful-slow,
Towards thee 1 'II run, and give bim leave toga

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