SONNETS.
¶Eternal numbers to out-liue long date.
¶_If my
slight Mu
se doe plea
se the
se curious daies,
¶The paine be mine,
_but thine
shal be the prai
se.
¶OH how thy worth with manners may I
singe,
¶When thou art all the better part of me?
¶What can mine owne prai
se to mine owne
selfe bring;
¶And what is't but mine owne when I prai
se thee,
575Euen for this,
_let vs deuided liue,
¶And our deare loue loo
se name of
single one,
¶That by this
seperation I may giue:
¶That due to thee which thou de
seru'
st alone:
¶Oh ab
sence what a torment would
st thou proue,
580Were it not thy
soure lei
sure gaue
sweet leaue,
¶To entertaine the time with thoughts of loue,
¶VVhich time and thoughts
so
sweetly do
st deceiue.
¶_And that thou teache
st how to make one twaine,
¶By prai
sing him here who doth hence remaine.
¶TAke all my loues,
_my loue,
_yea take them all,
¶What ha
st thou then more then thou had
st before?
¶No loue,
_my loue,
_that thou mai
st true loue call,
¶All mine was thine,
_before thou had
st this more:
590Then if for my loue,
_thou my loue receiue
st,
¶I cannot blame thee,
_for my loue thou v
se
st,
¶But yet be blam'd,
_if thou this
selfe deceaue
st
¶B y wilfull ta
ste of what thy
selfe refu
se
st.
¶I doe forgiue thy robb'rie gentle theefe
595Although thou
steale thee all my pouerty:
¶And yet loue knowes it is a greater griefe
¶To beare loues wrong,
_then hates knowne iniury.
¶_La
sciuious grace,
_in whom all il wel
showes,
¶Kill me with
spights yet we mu
st not be foes.
¶THo
se pretty wrongs that liberty commits,
¶When I am
some-time ab
sent from thy heart,
D