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
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  51. 148 — 150
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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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¶I5I
¶LOue is too young to know what conscience is, 
¶Yet who knowes not conscience is borne of loue, 
¶Then gentle cheater vrge not my amisse, 
2255Least guilty of my faults thy sweet selfe proue. 
¶For thou betraying me, I doe betray 
¶My nobler part to my grose bodies treason, 
¶My soule doth tell my body that he may, 
¶Triumph in loue,_flesh staies no farther reason. 
2260But rysing at thy name doth point out thee, 
¶As his triumphant prize,_proud of this pride, 
¶He is contented thy poore drudge to be 
¶To stand in thy affaires,_fall by thy side. 
¶_No want of conscience hold it that I call, 
2265Her loue,_for whose deare loue I rise and fall. 

¶I52
¶IN louing thee thou know'st I am forsworne, 
¶But thou art twice forsworne to me loue swearing, 
¶In act thy bed-vow broake and new faith torne, 
2270In vowing new hate after new loue bearing: 
¶But why of two othes breach doe I accuse thee, 
¶When I breake twenty:I am periur'd most, 
¶For all my vowes are othes but to misuse thee: 
¶And all my honest faith in thee is lost. 
2275For I haue sworne deepe othes of thy deepe kindnesse: 
¶Othes of thy loue,_thy truth,_thy constancie, 
¶And to inlighten thee gaue eyes to blindnesse, 
¶Or made them swere against the thing they see. 
¶_For I haue sworne thee faire:more periurde eye, 
2280To swere against the truth fo foule a lie. 

¶I53
¶CVpid laid by his brand and fell a sleepe, 
¶A maide of Dyans this aduantage found, 
¶And his loue-kindling fire did quickly steepe 
2285In a could vallie-fountaine of that ground: 
¶Which borrowd from this holie fire of loue, 
¶A datelesse liuely heat still to indure, 
¶And grew a seething bath which yet men proue, 
¶Against strang malladies a soueraigne cure: 
2290But at my mistres eie loues brand new fired, 
¶The boy for triall needes would touch my brest, 
¶I sick withall the helpe of bath desired, 
¶And thether hied a sad distemperd guest. 
¶_But found no cure,_the bath for my helpe lies, 
2295_Where Cupid got new fire;my mistres eye. 

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