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


¶WHen mo
st I winke then doe mine eyes be
st
see,
¶For all the day they view things vnre
spected,
¶But when I
sleepe,
_in dreames they looke on thee,
¶And darkely bright,
_are bright in darke directed.
635Then thou who
se
shaddow
shaddowes doth make bright,
¶How would thy
shadowes forme,
_forme happy
show,
¶To the cleere day with thy much cleerer light,
¶When to vn-
seeing eyes thy
shade
shines
so?
¶How would
(I
say
)mine eyes be ble
ssed made,
640By looking on thee in the liuing day ?
¶When in dead night their faire imperfect
shade,
¶Through heauy
sleepe on
sightle
sse eyes doth
stay?
¶_All dayes are nights to
see till I
see thee,
¶And nights bright daies when dreams do
shew thee me,
¶IF the dull
sub
stance of my fle
sh were thought,
¶Iniurious di
stance
should not
stop my way,
¶For then di
spight of
space I would be brought,
¶From limits farre remote,
_where thou doo
st
stay,
650No matter then although my foote did
stand
¶Vpon the farthe
st earth remoou'd from thee,
¶For nimble thought can iumpe both
sea and land,
¶As
soone as thinke the place where he would be.
¶But ah,
_thought kills me that I am not thought
655To leape large lengths of miles when thou art gone,
¶But that
so much of earth and water wrought,
¶I mu
st attend,
_times lea
sure with my mone.
¶_Receiuing naughts by elements
so
sloe,
¶But heauie teares,
_badges of eithers woe.
¶THe other two,
_slight ayre,
_and purging fire,
¶Are both with thee,
_where euer I abide,
¶The fir
st my thought,
_the other my de
sire,
¶The
se pre
sent ab
sent with
swift motion
slide.
665For when the
se quicker Elements are gone
¶In tender Emba
ssie of loue to thee,
¶My life being made of foure,
_with two alone,
¶Sinkes downe to death,
_oppre
st with melancholie.
¶Vntill liues compo
sition be recured,
670By tho
se
swift me
ssengers return'd from thee,
¶Who euen but now come back againe a
ssured,
¶Of their faire health,
_recounting it to me.
¶_This told,
_I ioy,
_but then no longer glad,
¶_I
send them back againe and
straight grow
sad.

