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
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  40. 115 — 117
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  42. 121 — 123
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  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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¶I45
¶THose lips that Loues owne hand did make, 
¶Breath'd forth the sound that said I hate, 
¶To me that languisht for her sake:
2165But when she saw my wofull state, 
¶Straight in her heart did mercie come, 
¶Chiding that tongue that euer sweet, 
¶Was vsde in giuing gentle dome: 
¶And tought it thus a new to greete: 
2170I hate she alterd with an end, 
¶That follow'd it as gentle day, 
¶Doth follow night who like a fiend 
¶From heauen to hell is flowne away. 
¶_I hate,_from hate away she threw, 
2175And sau'd my life saying not you. 

¶I46
¶POore soule the center of my sinfull earth, 
¶My sinfull earth these rebbell powres that thee array, 
¶Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth 
2180Painting thy outward walls so costlie gay? 
¶Why so large cost hauing so short a lease, 
¶Dost thou vpon thy fading mansion spend? 
¶Shall wormes inheritors of this excesse 
¶Eate vp thy charge? is this thy bodies end? 
2185Then soule liue thou vpon thy seruants losse, 
¶And let that pine to aggrauat thy store; 
¶Buy tearmes diuine in selling houres of drosse: 
¶Within be fed, without be rich no more, 
¶_So shalt thou feed on death,_that feeds on men, 
2190And death once dead,_ther's no more dying then. 

¶I47
¶MY loue is as a feauer longing still, 
¶For that which longer nurseth the disease, 
¶Feeding on that which doth preserue the ill, 
2195Th'vncertaine sicklie appetite to please: 
¶My reason the Phisition to my loue, 
¶Angry that his prescriptions are not kept 
¶Hath left me,_and I desperate now approoue, 
¶Desire is death,_which Phisick did except. 
2200Past cure I am,_now Reason is past care, 
¶And frantick madde with euer-more vnrest, 
¶My thoughts and my discourse as mad mens are, 
¶At randon from the truth vainely exprest. 
¶_For I haue sworne thee faire,_and thought thee bright, 
2205Who art as black as hell,_as darke as night. 

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