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So am I as the rich, whose blessed kev
Can bring bim to bis sweet up-lockea treasure.
The which he will not every hour survey,
For blunting the flue point of seldom pleasure.
Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare.
Since, seldom comiu'.*, in the long year set.
Like stones of worth they thinly placed are.
Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
So is the time that keepN you m my chest.
Or as the wardrobe which the robe doth hide.
To make some special instant special blest.
By new unfolding hb ImprisonM pride.
Blessed are you, whose worthiness gives scope.
Being bad, to triumph, being lack^d, to hope.



What is your substance, whereof are yon made.
That millioits of tttruuge shadows on you tendr
Since every one hath, every one, one 'shade.
And you, but one, can every shadow lend.
Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit
Is poorly imitated after you :
On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set.
And Tou in Grecian tires are painted new :
Speak of %M spring luid foison of the year ;
The one doth sliadow of your beauty show.
The other as your bounty doth appear ;
And you iu every blessed shape we know.
In all •xternaf grace you have some part.
But you like none, noueyou, forconstant heart.



O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
Bv that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
Tlie rose looks fair, but tairer we it deem
For that sweet odour which doth in it live.
The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye
As the perfumed tincture of the roses.
Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly
When summer's breath their masked buds dto-
But, for their virtue only in their show, [eloeea :
Tbey live unwoo'd and unrespected fade.
Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so ;
Of their Bweel deaths are sweetest odours inade :
And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth.
When thai shall fade, my vene distills your
truth.

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Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outflve this powerful rhyme ;
But you shall shine more bright in these contents
Than unswept stone besmear'd with sluttish

time.
When wasteftil war shall statues overturn.
And broils root out the work of masonry.
Nor Mara his sword nor war's quick fire shall
The living record of your memory. fburn

'Gainst death and slUohlivious enmity [room
Shall yon pace forth ; your praise shall still find



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Even in the eyee pf all posterity

That wear this world out to the ending doom.
So, tin the judgment that yourself arise.
You live in this, and dwell in lovers* e>«M.



Sweet love, renew thy foroe; be it not said
Thy edge should blunter be than appetite.
Which «ut to-day by feeding is allay 'd.
To-morrow sharpen 'd in his former might :
So, love, be thou ; although to-d»y thou fill
Thy hungry eyes even till they wink with full-
To-morrow see again, and do not kill [uesa.
The spirit of love with a perpetual duUnees.
Let this sad interim like the ocean be [new
Which parts the shore, where two contracted
Come daily to the banks, that, when they see
Return of love, more blest may be the view ;
Else call it winter, which being fUll of care
Makes summer's valoome thrice more wish'd»
more rare.

LTII.

Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours anA times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend.
Nor services to do, till you reouire.
Nor dar« I chide the world-wiihout-end hour
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you.
Nor think the bittemeas of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu ;
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your aflkirs suppose.
But, like a sad slave, stav and think or nouuht
Save, where yon are how'haroy you ntake those.
So true a fool is love that in your will.
Though you do any thing, be thinks no ill.



That god forbid that made me first your slave.
Ishould in thoughtcontrolyourtimesof pleasure.
Or at your hand the account of houre Ut crave.
Being your vot^tal, bound to stay vonr leisure !
O. let me suflbr. being at vour beck.
The imprison 'd absence of^your liberty: Tcbeck,
And patience, tame to sufl^rance, bkle eaeb
Without accusing you of injury.
Be where you list, ytour charter Is so strong
That vou yourself may privilege your time
To what yon will ; to you it doth belong
Yourself to pardon of self-doing crime.
I am to wait, thonirh waiting so be bell :
Not blame your pleasure, be it ill or weU.



If there be nothing new, but that which is
Hath been before, now are our brains begulM,
Which, labouring for invent'on, bear smus
The second burden of a former chUd !
(). that record could with a backward look.
Even of five hundred cmirses of the sun.
Show me your image in some antique book.
Since mind at firet in character was done!
That I might see what the old world could say
To this composed wonder of vour friMne ;
Whetherwe are mended, orwhether better they.
Or whether revolution be the same.
O, sure I am, the wjts of former days
To satjects worse have given admiring



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That the bath thM, is of my walling chief,
A loM in lov« thai touchas me more iieuriy.
LoTioff oflbnders, thus I will ezcuae y« : [her ;
Thou aoat lore her, because thou Icuow'st I love
And fox my aake even so dotb slie abuse me,
Sudfering my friend for my sake to approve her.
If I lose thee, my loss Is my love*8 ^n,
And losing her, my fHeud nath found tnat leas;
Both And each other, and 1 lose both twain.
And both for my sake lay on me this cross :

But here 's the joy ; my friend and I are one ;

Sweet flattery t then she loves but me aloue.



Mt I wink, then do mine eyes best see.
For all the day theV view things unrespected:
But when I sleep, ui dreams they look on thee.
And darkly bright are bright in dark directed.
Then thoa, whose shadow shadows doth make

bright.
How would thy shadow's form form happy show
To the clear dav with thy much clearer light.
When to uuMoeing eyes thy shade shines ao!
How would. I say, mine eyes be blessed made
By looking on thee in the living day.
when in dead night thy flair imperfect shade
Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes dotb stay I

All days are nighu to see till I see thee.

And nights bright days when dreams do show
thee me.

SLIT.

If the dull substance of my flesh were thought.
Injurious distance should not stop my way :
For then despite of space I would be'bronght.
From limits Gur remote, where thou do^t stay.
Ko matter then although my foot did stand
Upon the fiuthcat earth removed from thee ;
For nimble thought can jump both i»e« and land
As soon as think the place where he would be.
But, ah ! thought kills me that 1 am not thought.
To leap krge lengtha of mile« when thou art gone.
But that so much of earth and water wrought
I must attend lime's leisure with my moan,
B«ceiving nought by elemenu so slow
Bat heavy tears, badges of cither's woe.



The other two. slight air and purging Are,
Are both with thes. wherever I abide:
The flrst my thought, the other my desire.
These present-absent with swift motion slide.
For when these quicker elements are gone
In tender embassy of love to thee.
My lifo, being made of four, with two alone
Sinks down todeath, o p pr o ss'd with melancholy;
Until life's composition be recured
By those swlfl messengers retum'd from thee,
who even but now come back again, asiured
Of thy fitir health, recounting it to me :
This told, I joy ; but then no longer glad,
I send them hack again and straight grow sad.



Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
How to divide the conquest of thy sight :
Mine eye my heart thy picture's sight would bar.
My heart mine eve the fk«edoro of that rittht.
My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie,—
A closet never pierced with crystal eyes —
Bat the defendant doth that plea deny
And says in him thy fair appearanos Ilea.
To 'cide this tUle ts Impanueled
A qneel of thoaghts, all tenants to the heart.



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And by their verdict is determined

The clear eye's moiety and the dear heart's part :
Ab thus ; mine eye's due is thy outward part.
And my heart's right thy inward love of heart.



Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took.
And each doth good turns now unto the other :
When that mine eye b fiamish'd for a look.
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother.
With my love's picture then xsx^ eye doth feast
And to the painttKl banquet bids my heart;
Another time mine eye is my heart's guest
And in his thoughts of love doth share a part:
So. either by thy picture pr my love.
Thyself away art present still with me : [move.
For thou not farther than my thouffhto CMiist
And I am still with them and'thev with thee;
Or. if they sleep, thy picture in'my ^igllt
Awakes my heart to heart's and eye'ii delight.



How carefhl was I. when I took my war.
Each trifle under truest bars to thrust.
That to my use it might uiiused stay
From hands of fslsehood. in sure wards of trust !
But thou, to whom my jewels trifles are.
Most worthy comfort, now my greatest grief;
Thou, best of dearest and miiie only care.
Art left the prey of every vulgar thief.
Thee have I not lock'd up in any chest.
Save where thou art not. though 1 feel thou art.
Within the gentle clor'ure or my breast, [part;
From whence at pleasure thou roayst come and
And even thence thou wilt be stbl'n. I fear.
For truth proven tiiievish for a prize so dear.

XLIX.

Aoainst that time, if ever that time come.
When I shall see thee frown on my defects,
When as thy love hath cast his utmost sum,
Call'd to that audit by advised ret»peois ;
Against that time when thou shalt strangely pass
And scarcely greet me with that sun. ihiue eye.
When love, converted from the thing it was.
Shall reasons find of settled gravity. —
Against that time do I ensconce me here
within the knowledge of mine own desert.
And this my hand against myself uprear,
"Niguard the lawful reasons on thy part : [laws.
To leave poor me thou hn>'t the strength or
Since why to love 1 can allege no cause.



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How heavy do I journey on the way.
When what I seek, my weary travel's end.
Doth teach thst eawe and that repose to say
'Thus Ux the miles are measured from thy

friend ••
The beast that bears me. tired with my woe.
Plods dnilv on. to bear tluit weight in me.
As if by some instinct the wreleli did know
His rider Inved not speed, belne ninde from ihee:
The bloody spur cnnnot pro\oke liim on
That fometimes nni2er thruHtM into his hide :
Which heavily he answers with a gronn.
More sliarp to me than fipiining to his side :

For that name groan doth put this in mv mind ;

My gri«f !!«• onward and my joy behind.



Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
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Kissing with goldeu fiuse the ouMtdows green.
Gilding pale streams with heavenlj alcnemjr ;
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride
With ugly racli on his celestial fifbce.
And from the forlorn world his visnee hide,
Stealiug unseen to west with this disgraoe :
Even so my sun one early moru did shine
With all-triumphant splendour on my brow;
But out. alack \ he wan but one hour mine ;
The region cloud hath mai»k'd him from me now.

Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth ;

Buns of the world may stain when heaven's
sun staineth.

XZXIT.

Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day
Ana make me travel forth without my cloak.
To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way.
Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke f
Tis not enough that through the cloud thou
Todrytheralnonmystorm-bestenfaoe, [break,
For no man well of such a stdve can speak
That heals the wound and cures not the disgraoe :



Nor can thy shame give phrsic to my grief;
Though thou repent yet I have still the loss
The oflbnder's sorrow lends but weak relief



To him that bears the strong oflTence's cross.
Ah ! but those tears are pearl which thy love

sheds.
And they are rich and ransom all ill deeds.

zzxv.

No more be grieved at that which thou hast done ;
Bosee have thorns, and silver fountains mud ;
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
All men make faults, and even I in this.
Authorizing thy trespass with compare.
Myself corrupting, salving thy amus.
Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are ;
For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense —
Thy adverse party is thy advocate —
And 'gainst myself a lawful plea commence :
Such civil war is in my iove and hate
That I an accessary needs must be
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To that sweet tl



f which sourly robe from me.



XXXTI.

Let me confess that we two must be I wain.
Although our undivided loves are one :
80 shall those blots that do with me remain
Without thv help by me be borne alone.
In our two loves there is but one respect.
Though in our lives a separable spite.
Which though it alter not love'M sole effect.
Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love's delight.
I may not evermore acknowledge thee.
Lest my bewailed guilt should do thee slnune.
Nor thou with public kindness honour me.
Unless thou take that honour ttom. thy name :
But do not so; I love thee in such sort
As, thou being mine, mine is thy good report.

XXXVII.

As a decrepit father takes delight
To see his active chiM do deeds of youth,
80 I, made lame by fortune's dearest spite.
Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth.
For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit.
Or any of these all, or all. or more.
Entitled In thy parts do crowned sir,
I make my love engratked to this store :
80 then I am not lame, poor, nor despised,
^hllst that thbshadow doth such subetuiee give



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That I in thy abundance am suflBced

And by a part of all thy glory live.
Look, what is best, tliat beet I wish in thee :
This wish I have ; then ten times happy me!



How can my Muse want sul^ect to invent, [verse
While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my
Thine own sweet argument, too excellent
For every vulgar paper to rehearse ?
O, give tbyseif the thanks, if aught in me
Worthy perusal stand against thy sight ;
For who 's so dumb that cannot write to thee.
When thou thyself dost give invention light?
Be thou the ten th Muse, ten times more in worth
Than those old nine which rhymers Invoeate ;
And he that calls on thee, let liim bring forth
Eternal numbers to outlive long date.
If my slight Muse do please these eurioqp <lays.
The pain lie mine, but thine shall be the i»a&»e.



O. how thy worth with mannets may I sing.
When thou art all the better part of me r
What can miueownpralMto-miueownself bring?
And what Ik 't but mine own when I praise thee?
Even for this let us divitied live.
And our dear love lose name of single one.
That by thia separation I may give
That due to tlit« which tliou deservest alone.
O absence, what a torment wouldst thou prove.
Were it not thy sour lei»ure gave sweet leave
To entertain the time with thoughu of love,
WhichtinieunuihoughtMsosweetlydothdeoeive,
.\nd that thuu teachest how tu make ouetwaiu.
By praising him here who doth hence remain !



Take all my lovea, my love, yea, take them all :
Whathasttbouthen more than thou hadstbefbre?
No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call ;
All mine was thine before thou hadst this more.
Then if for my love thou my love reoeivest,
I cannot blame thee for my love thou nssat ;
But yet be blamed, if thou thyself decelvest
By wilftil taKte of what thyself reftisest.
I do fbreive thy robbery, gentle thief.
Although thou steal thee all my poverty ;
And yei, love knows, it is a greater grief ^ '
To bear love's wrong than hate's known Injnrr.
I..ascivlous grace, in whom all ill well shown.
Kill me with spites; yet we must not be foce.



Those petty wrongs that liberty oomm{t.«.
When I am sometime absent ftom thy heart.
Thy b«tuty and thy years full well befits.
For still temptation follows where thou art.
Gentle thou art and therefore to be won.
Beauteous thou art, therefore to be aaeailed ;
And when a woman wooe. what woman's iton
Will sourly leave her till she have prevailed?
Ay me! hut yet thou mightst my seat forbear.
And chide thy beauty and thy straying youth.
Who lead thee in their riot even there
Where thou art forced to break a twofold truth.
Hers, by thv beauty tempting her to thee.
Thine, by thy beauty being fUse to me.



That thou hast her, it is not all my irrief.
Ahd yet it may be said I loved her dearly ;



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Whieh Id idt boAom^ Bbop la baDoinc Mill,
t bath hb wfudows glM«d wiui tBlae ey«8.






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Now tee wUat good tarns eye* for eyes hare done:
M ineey es have drawn thy shape, and thine for me
Are windows to my breast, where*through the
I>elights to peep, to gate therein on thee: [san

Yet eyes this canutng want to grace their art ;

They draw bat what tliey see, know Aot the
heart.

XXT.

Let those who are in Akvour with their stars
or paMio honour and proud titles boai»t.
Whlbit I. whom fbrtoue of such triumph bars,
Unlook'd for Joy in that I honour most.
Great priuoea' ttvountee their lair leaves spread
But as the marigold at the sun's eye.
And in ihemaelves their pride lies burled,
Vor at a frown they in their glory die.
The paiufUl warrior temoused for flsht.
Alter a thousand victories once foll^,
Is from the book of honour razed quite.
And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd :
Then hi4>py I, that lore and am beloved
Whera 1 may nvt remove nor be removed.



Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
Tliy merit hath my duty strougly knit.
To thee I send thi» written embassage.
To witness duty, not to show my wit:
Duty so great, which wit so poor as mine [it.
May make seem bare, in wanting words to show
But that I hope nonie good conceit of thine
In thy Moul's thought, all naked, will beatow It;
Till whatsoever star that guides my moving
Points on me gracfously with fiiir aspect
And puts apparel on my taiier'd lovmg.
To show me worthy of thy Kweet respect :

Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee ;

Till then not show my head where thou mayst
prove me.

ZZVII.



Bnt day doth dailv draw mT sorrows longer
And night doth nightly maae griefs strength
seem stronger.

ZXIX.

When. In disgrace with fortune and men's eyes^
I all alone beweep my outcast state
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries*
And look upon myself and curse my fate.
Wishing roe like to one more rich in hope.
Featured like him, like him with ftiends pos-

sesH'd.
Deeirinj; thb man's art and that man's scope.
With what I mopt enjoy contented least ;
Yet ill thei«e tlioiights myitelf almost despising.
Haply I think on thee, and then my state.
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth.Mings hymnHat heaven's gate:

For thy tweet love remember'd such wealth
brings [kingH.

That Uien I scorn to change my state with'

XXX.

When to the sewions of sweet silent thought
I summon up rem*«mbrance of things pas^
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sougfit,
A nd with old woes newwail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious f riendn hid in death's dateless night,
A ud weep afVesh love's long since caiicell'd woe,
A nd moan the expense of many a vanish 'd sight :
Then can I grieve st grievances foregone.
And heavily fkom woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned i



Which I new mt ai If not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
AU losses are restored and sorrows end.



earr with toil, I haste me to my bed,
le dear repose for limbM with travel tired ;



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Bat then begins a journey in my head.
To work my mind, when body's work 's expired:
For than my thooghta. from Csr where 1 abide.
Intend a seakms pllgrinaage to thee.
And keep mv drooping eyelkls open wide.
Looking on darkness which the blind do see:
Sava that my aoal's imaginary sight
Preeantn thy shadow to my sightTee« view.
Which, like a jewel hang in ghastly night, [new.
Makes black iiisht beauteous and her old Ihoe
Lo ! thus, by^y my limba, by night my mind.
For thee au'd for myself no quisS And.



Row can I then retam In happy plight.
That am debarred the benefltof kmTf
When day's oppreaakm b not eased by night.
But day by niglit, and night by day, of^resa'd f
And each, though enemies to elther's reign.
Do in consent shake hands to torture me ;
The one hj toll, the other to complain
Bow fkr I toil, still fluther ofTfyom thee.
I tell the dar, to pleMe him thou art bright
And dost hbn graoa when eloads do blot the

heaven :
0o flatter I the swart*complexlon'd night.
When sparkling stara twlre not thon glld'st the

•van.



Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts.
Which I by lacking have supposed dead.
And there reigns love and all love's loving parts.



And all those friends which I thought buried.
How many a holy snd obsequious tear
Hath dear religious love stol'n ftom mine eye
As interest of the dead, which now appear
But things removed that hidden in thee lie !
Thou art the grave where buried love doth live.
Hung vrith the trophies of my lovers gone.
Who all their parts of me to thee did give ;
That dae of many now is thine alone :
Their images I loved I view in thee.
And thou, all they, hast all the all of me.



If thou sarvlre nay well-contented day. [cover.
When that churl Death my bones with dust shall
And Shalt by fortune once more re-sunrer
These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover.
Ccmipare them with the bettering of the time.
And thoagh they be ontstripp'd by every pen.
Beserve tnem for mv love, not for their rhyniv.
Exceeded by the height of haraier men.
O. then vouchsafe me bat this loving thought :
* Had my friend's Muse grown with this growing

ase.
A dearer birth than thb hb love had brought.
To march in ranks of better eouipage:
Bnt since he died and poeu better prove.
Theirs for their style I '11 read, hb for hb love.

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Then Che conoeii of this inoohstant stay
Sets 70U most rich In youth before mr sight.
Where wasteful Time debateth with Decay.
To chanse your day of youth to sullied uight ;
And all in war with Tim<i for love of you.
As he takes from you, I eugrait you new.



But wherefore do not von a xmghtier way
Malce war upon this bloody tyrant, Time ?
And fortify yourself in your decay
With means moreblessedtiiau my barren rhyme?
Now stand you on the top of tiappy hours.
And many maidHn gardens yet nut»et
With virtuous wish would bear your living flow-
Much liker tlian your painted counteneit : [ent,
60 should the lines of life tiial liie vefMUt,
Whi<di tiMS, Time's pencilr of my pupil peii.
Neither in inward worth nor outward &dr.
Can make you live yourself in eyes of men.
To give away yourself keeps yourself still.
And you must Uve, drawu by yoor own sweet
•kill.

XTM.

Who will bellAve my verse In time to cooae.
If it were flil'd with tout most high deserts?
Though yet, heaven knows, it is bat as a tomb
Which liidee your life and shews not half your

parts.
If I could write the beauty of yeur eyes
And in fresh numbers number all your graces.
The age to come wuuld say 'Thiit poet lies ;
Sucli heavenly touches ne'er touoh'd earthly

Ikces.'
60 should mr papers yeliow'd with their age
Be scorn 'd liice old men of less truth than tongue,.
And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage
And stretched metre of nn antique song ;
But were some child of yours alive ttuit time,
Tou should live twk^; tn it and lu my rhyme.



Shall I compare thee to a sunHDer'it day t
Thou art more lovelv and move temperate:
Bough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date :
Bometime too hot the eye of heaven shinee.
And oden is lib gold coioplexion dimm'd ;
And every fiiir (torn fair sometime declines.
By chance or Nature's changing coarse untrim-



But thy eternal summer shnil not fade Tm'd ;
Nor lose possession of that fair thou oweaf ;
NorshallI>eath brag thou wander'st in his shade.



When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
60 long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
80 long lives this and this gives life to thee.



Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paw*.
And make the earth devourher own sweet brood;
Pluck the keen teeth from the flercetiger's jaws.
And bum the long-lived phcsnix in her blood;
Make glad and »ofry seasons as thou fleets.
And do whate'er thou wilt, swift- footed Time,



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