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Author: William Shakespeare
Editors: Hardy M. Cook, Ian Lancashire
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Shake-speares Sonnets (Quarto 1, 1609)


SHAKE-SPEARES.

I must each day say ore the very same,
Counting no old thing old,thou mine,I thine,
Euen as when first I hallowed thy faire name.
1615So that eternall loue in loues fresh case,
Waighes not the dust and iniury of age,
Nor giues to necessary wrinckles place,
But makes antiquitie for aye his page,
Finding the first conceit of loue there bred,
1620Where time and outward forme would shew it dead,

I09

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,
1625As 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,
1630Neuer 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,
1635Saue thou my Rose,in it thou art my all.

II0

ALas 'tis 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,
1640Made 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,
1645Now 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