Shake-speares Sonnets (Quarto 1, 1609)
Author: William ShakespeareEditors: Hardy M. Cook, Ian LancashirePeer Reviewed


¶IN the ould age blacke was not counted faire,
¶Or if it weare it bore not beauties name:
¶But now is blacke beauties
succe
ssiue heire,
1895And Beautie
slanderd with a ba
stard
shame,
¶For
since each hand hath put on Natures power,
¶Fairing the foule with Arts faul
se borrow'd face,
¶Sweet beauty hath no name no holy boure,
¶But is prophan'd,
_if not liues in di
sgrace.
1900Therefore my Mi
ster
sse eyes are Rauen blacke,
¶Her eyes
so
suted,
_and they mourners
seeme,
¶At
such who not borne faire no beauty lack,
¶Slandring Creation with a fal
se e
steeme,
¶_Yet
so they mourne becomming of their woe,
1905That euery toung
saies beauty
should looke
so.
¶HOw oft when thou my mu
sike mu
sike play
st,
¶Vpon that ble
ssed wood who
se motion
sounds
¶With thy
sweet fingers when thou gently
sway
st,
1910The wiry concord that mine eare confounds,
¶Do I enuie tho
se Iackes that nimble leape,
¶To ki
sse the tender inward of thy hand,
¶Whil
st my poore lips which
should that harue
st reape,
¶At the woods bouldnes by thee blu
shing
stand.
1915To be
so tikled they would change their
state,
¶And
situation with tho
se dancing chips,
¶Ore whome their fingers walke with gentle gate,
¶Making dead wood more ble
st then liuing lips,
¶_Since
sau
sie Iackes
so happy are in this,
1920Giue them their fingers,
_me thy lips to ki
sse.
¶TH'expence of Spirit in a wa
ste of
shame
¶Is lu
st in action,
_and till action , lu
st
¶Is periurd,
_murdrous,
_blouddy full of blame,
1925Sauage,
_extreame,
_rude,
_cruell,
_not to tru
st,
¶Inioyd no
sooner but di
spi
sed
straight,
¶Pa
st rea
son hunted, and no
sooner had
¶Pa
st rea
son hated as a
swollowed bayt,
¶On purpo
se layd to make the taker mad.
1930Made In pur
sut and in po
sse
ssion
so,
¶Had,
_hauing,
_and in que
st,
_to haue extreame,
¶A bli
sse in proofe and proud and very wo,
¶Before a ioy propo
sd behind a dreame,
¶_All this the world well knowes yet none knowes well,
1935_To
shun the heauen that leads men to this hell.

