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  • Title: The Sonnets (Modern)
  • Editor: Michael Best

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Michael Best
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    The Sonnets (Modern)

    151
    Love is too young to know what conscience is;
    Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
    Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
    2255Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove.
    For, thou betraying me, I do betray
    My nobler part to my gross body's treason;
    My soul doth tell my body that he may
    Triumph in love; flesh stays no farther reason,
    2260But rising at thy name doth point out thee
    As his triumphant prize. Proud of this pride,
    He is contented thy poor drudge to be,
    To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.
    No want of conscience hold it that I call
    2265 Her "love." for whose dear love I rise and fall.
    152
    In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn,
    But thou art twice forsworn to me love swearing,
    In act thy bed-vow broke and new faith torn,
    2270In vowing new hate after new love bearing.
    But why of two oaths' breach do I accuse thee,
    When I break twenty? I am perjured most,
    For all my vows are oaths but to misuse thee,
    And all my honest faith in thee is lost.
    2275For I have sworn deep oaths of thy deep kindness,
    Oaths of thy love, thy truth, thy constancy,
    And to enlighten thee gave eyes to blindness,
    Or made them swear against the thing they see.
    For I have sworn thee fair: more perjured eye,
    2280 To swear against the truth so foul a lie.
    153
    Cupid laid by his brand, and fell asleep;
    A maid of Dian's this advantage found,
    And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep
    2285In a cold valley-fountain of that ground,
    Which borrowed from this holy fire of Love
    A dateless lively heat still to endure,
    And grew a seething bath, which yet men prove
    Against strange maladies a sovereign cure:
    2290But at my mistress' eye Love's brand new-fired,
    The boy for trial needs would touch my breast;
    I, sick withal, the help of bath desired,
    And thither hied, a sad distempered guest,
    But found no cure; the bath for my help lies
    2295 Where Cupid got new fire--my mistress' eyes.