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


¶IF thy
soule check thee that I come
so neere,
¶Sweare to thy blind
soule that I was thy
Will,
¶And will thy
soule knowes is admitted there,
2030Thus farre for loue, my loue-
sute
sweet fullfill.
¶Will, will fulfill the trea
sure of thy loue,
¶I fill it full with wils,
_and my will one,
¶In things of great receit with ea
se we prooue.
¶Among a number one is reckon'd none.
2035Then in the number let me pa
sse vntold,
¶Though in thy
stores account I one mu
st be,
¶For nothing hold me,
_so it plea
se thee hold,
¶That nothing me,
_a
some-thing
sweet to thee.
¶_Make but my name thy loue,
_and loue that
still,
2040_And then thou loue
st me for my name is
Will.
¶THou blinde foole loue,
_what doo
st thou to mine eyes,
¶That they behold and
see not what they
see :
¶They know what beautie is,
_see where it lyes,
2045Yet what the be
st is,
_take the wor
st to be.
¶If eyes corrupt by ouer-partiall lookes,
¶Be anchord in the baye where all men ride,
¶Why of eyes fal
sehood ha
st thou forged hookes,
¶Whereto the iudgement of my heart is tide ?
2050Why
should my heart thinke that a
seuerall plot,
¶Which my heart knowes the wide worlds common place?
¶Or mine eyes
seeing this,
_say this is not
¶To put faire truth vpon
so foule a face,
¶_In things right true my heart and eyes haue erred,
2055_And to this fal
se plague are they now tran
sferred.
¶WHen my loue
sweares that
she is made of truth,
¶I do beleeue her though I know
she lyes,
¶That
she might thinke me
some vntuterd youth,
2060Vnlearned in the worlds fal
se
subtilties.
¶Thus vainely thinking that
she thinkes me young,
¶Although
she knowes my dayes are pa
st the be
st,
¶Simply I credit her fal
se
speaking tongue,
¶On both
sides thus is
simple truth
suppre
st :
2065But wherefore
sayes
she not
she is vniu
st ?
¶And wherefore
say not I that I am old?
¶O loues be
st habit is in
seeming tru
st,
¶And age in loue,
_loues not t'haue yeares told.
¶_Therefore I lye with her,
_and
she with me,
2070_And in our faults by lyes we flattered be.

