SONNETS.
¶Doe I not thinke on thee when I forgot
2225Am of my
selfe, all tirant for thy
sake?
¶Who hateth thee that I doe call my friend,
¶On whom froun'
st thou that I doe faune vpon,
¶Nay if thou lowr
st on me doe I not
spend
¶Reuenge vpon my
selfe with pre
sent mone?
2230What merrit do I in my
selfe re
spect,
¶That is
so proude thy
seruice to di
spi
se,
¶When all my be
st doth wor
ship thy defect,
¶Commanded by the motion of thine eyes.
¶_But loue hate on for now I know thy minde,
2235Tho
se that can
see thou lou'
st,
_and I am blind.
¶OH from what powre ha
st thou this powrefull might,
¶VVith in
sufficiency my heart to
sway,
¶To make me giue the lie to my true
sight,
2240And
swere that brightne
sse doth not grace the day?
¶Whence ha
st thou this becomming of things il,
¶That in the very refu
se of thy deeds;
¶There is
such
strength and warranti
se of skill,
¶That in my minde thy wor
st all be
st exceeds
?
2245Who taught thee how to make me loue thee more,
¶The more I heare and
see iu
st cau
se of hate,
¶Oh though I loue what others doe abhor,
¶VVith others thou
should
st not abhor my
state.
¶_If thy vnworthine
sse rai
sd loue in me,
2250More worthy I to be belou'd of thee.
¶LOue is too young to know what con
science is,
¶Yet who knowes not con
science is borne of loue,
¶Then gentle cheater vrge not my ami
sse,
2255Lea
st guilty of my faults thy
sweet
selfe proue.
¶For thou betraying me, I doe betray
¶My nobler part to my gro
se bodies trea
son,
¶My
soule doth tell my body that he may,
¶Triumph in loue,
_fle
sh
staies no farther rea
son.