Shake-speares Sonnets (Quarto 1, 1609)

Author: William Shakespeare

Editors: Hardy M. Cook, Ian Lancashire

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The Sonnets (Modern)
- Work
- Poem
  1. Dedication
  2. 1 — 3
  3. 4 — 6
  4. 7 — 9
  5. 10 — 12
  6. 13 — 15
  7. 16 — 18
  8. 19 — 21
  9. 22 — 24
  10. 25 — 27
  11. 28 — 30
  12. 31 — 33
  13. 34 — 36
  14. 37 — 39
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  18. 49 — 51
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  20. 55 — 57
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  34. 97 — 99
  35. 100 — 102
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  38. 109 — 111
  39. 112 — 114
  40. 115 — 117
  41. 118 — 120
  42. 121 — 123
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  44. 127 — 129
  45. 130 — 132
  46. 133 — 135
  47. 136 — 138
  48. 139 — 141
  49. 142 — 144
  50. 145 — 147
  51. 148 — 150
  52. 151 — 153
  53. 154
Shake-speares Sonnets (Quarto 1, 1609)
- Work
- Poem
  1. Titlepage
  2. Dedication
  3. 1 — 3
  4. 4 — 6
  5. 7 — 9
  6. 10 — 12
  7. 13 — 15
  8. 16 — 18
  9. 19 — 21
  10. 22 — 24
  11. 25 — 27
  12. 28 — 30
  13. 31 — 33
  14. 34 — 36
  15. 37 — 39
  16. 40 — 42
  17. 43 — 45
  18. 46 — 48
  19. 49 — 51
  20. 52 — 54
  21. 55 — 57
  22. 58 — 60
  23. 61 — 63
  24. 64 — 66
  25. 67 — 69
  26. 70 — 72
  27. 73 — 75
  28. 76 — 78
  29. 79 — 81
  30. 82 — 84
  31. 85 — 87
  32. 88 — 90
  33. 91 — 93
  34. 94 — 96
  35. 97 — 99
  36. 100 — 102
  37. 103 — 105
  38. 106 — 108
  39. 109 — 111
  40. 112 — 114
  41. 115 — 117
  42. 118 — 120
  43. 121 — 123
  44. 124 — 126
  45. 127 — 129
  46. 130 — 132
  47. 133 — 135
  48. 136 — 138
  49. 139 — 141
  50. 142 — 144
  51. 145 — 147
  52. 148 — 150
  53. 151 — 153
  54. 154
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¶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 giue me welcome,_next my heauen the best, 
1650Euen to thy pure and most most louing brest. 

¶III
¶O For my sake doe you wish fortune chide, 
¶The guiltie goddesse of my harmfull deeds, 
¶That did not better for my life prouide, 
1655Then publick meanes which publick manners breeds. 
¶Thence comes it that my name receiues a brand, 
¶And almost thence my nature is subdu'd 
¶To what it workes in,_like the Dyers hand, 
¶Pitty me then,_and wish I were renu'de, 
1660Whilst like a willing pacient I will drinke, 
¶Potions of Eysell gainst my strong infection, 
¶No bitternesse that I will bitter thinke, 
¶Nor double pennance to correct correction. 
¶_Pittie me then deare friend,_and I assure yee, 
1665 Euen that your pittie is enough to cure mee. 

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