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


¶LOe in the Orient when the gracious light,
¶Lifts vp his burning head,
_each vnder eye
¶Doth homage to his new appearing
sight,
¶Seruing with lookes his
sacred maie
sty,
95And hauing climb'd the
steepe vp heauenly hill,
¶Re
sembling
strong youth in his middle age,
¶Yet mortall lookes adore his beauty
still,
¶Attending on his goulden pilgrimage:
¶But when from high-mo
st pich with wery car,
100Like feeble age he reeleth from the day,
¶The eyes(fore dutious)now conuerted are
¶From his low tract and looke an other way:
¶_So thou,
_thy
selfe out-going in thy noon:
¶Vnlok'd on die
st vnle
sse thou get a
sonne.
¶MV
sick to heare,
_why hear'
st thou mu
sick
sadly,
¶Sweets with
sweets warre not ,
_ioy delights in ioy:
¶Why lou'
st thou that which thou receau
st not gladly,
¶Or el
se receau'
st with plea
sure thine annoy ?
110If the true concord of well tuned
sounds,
¶By vnions married do offend thine eare,
¶They do but
sweetly chide thee , who confounds
¶In
singlene
sse the parts that thou
should'
st beare
:
¶Marke how one
string
sweet husband to an other,
115Strikes each in each by mutuall ordering;
¶Re
sembling
sier,
_and child,
_and happy mother,
¶Who all in one,
_one plea
sing note do
sing:
¶_Who
se
speechle
sse
song being many,
_seeming one,
¶Sings this to thee thou
single wilt proue none.
¶IS it for feare to wet a widdowes eye,
¶That thou con
sum'
st thy
selfe in
single life?
¶Ah;if thou i
ssule
sse
shalt hap to die,
¶The world will waile thee like a makele
sse wife,
125The world wilbe thy widdow and
still weepe,
¶That thou no forme of thee ha
st left behind ,
¶When euery priuat widdow well may keepe,
¶By childrens eyes,
_her husbands
shape in minde:
¶Looke what an vnthrift in the world doth
spend
130Shifts but his place,
_for
still the world inioyes it
¶But beauties wa
ste hath in the world an end,
¶And kept vnv
sde the v
ser
so de
stroyes it:
¶_No loue toward others in that bo
some
sits
¶_That on him
selfe
such murdrous
shame commits.

