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


¶NOt marble, nor the guilded monument,
¶Of Princes
shall out-liue this powrefull rime,
¶But you
shall
shine more bright in the
se contents
¶Then vn
swept
stone, be
smeer'd with
slutti
sh time.
815When wa
stefull warre
shall
Statues ouer-turne,
¶And broiles roote out the worke of ma
sonry,
¶Nor
Mars his
sword, nor warres quick fire
shall burne:
¶The liuing record of your memory.
¶Gain
st death,
_and all obliuious emnity
820Shall you pace forth, your prai
se
shall
stil finde roome,
¶Euen in the eyes of all po
sterity
¶That weare this world out to the ending doome.
¶_So til the iudgement that your
selfe ari
se,
¶You liue in this,
_and dwell in louers eies.
¶Sweet loue renew thy force , be it not
said
¶Thy edge
should blunter be then apetite,
¶Which but too daie by feeding is alaied,
¶To morrow
sharpned in his former might.
830So loue be thou,
_although too daie thou fill
¶Thy hungrie eies,
_euen till they winck with fulne
sse,
¶Too morrow
see againe,
_and doe not kill
¶The
spirit of Loue,
_with a perpetual dulne
sse:
¶Let this
sad
Intrim like the Ocean be
835Which parts the
shore,
_where two contracted new,
¶Come daily to the banckes,
_that when they
see:
¶Returne of loue,
_more ble
st may be the view.
¶_As cal it Winter,
_which being ful of care,
¶Makes
Sōmers welcome,
_thrice more wi
sh'd,
_more rare:
¶BEing your
slaue what
should I doe but tend,
¶Vpon the houres,
_and times of your de
sire?
¶I haue no precious time at al to
spend;
¶Nor
seruices to doe til you require.
845Nor dare I chide the world without end houre,
¶Whil
st I(my
soueraine)watch the clock for you,
¶Nor thinke the bitterne
sse of ab
sence
sowre,
¶VVhen you haue bid your
seruant once adieue.
¶Nor dare I que
stion with my iealious thought,
850VVhere you may be,
_or your affaires
suppo
se,
¶But like a
sad
slaue
stay and thinke of nought
¶Saue where you are , how happy you make tho
se.
¶_So true a foole is loue,
_that in your Will,
¶_(Though you doe any thing)he thinkes no ill.

