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  • Title: Shake-speares Sonnets (Quarto 1, 1609)
  • Editors: Hardy M. Cook, Ian Lancashire

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editors: Hardy M. Cook, Ian Lancashire
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    Shake-speares Sonnets (Quarto 1, 1609)


    And trouble deafe heauen with my bootlesse cries,
    And looke vpon my selfe and curse my fate.
    425Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
    Featur'd like him, like him with friends possest,
    Desiring this mans art, and that mans skope,
    With what I most inioy contented least,
    Yet in these thoughts my selfe almost despising,
    430Haplye I thinke on thee, and then my state,
    (Like to the Larke at breake of daye arising)

    From sullen earth sings himns at Heauens gate,
    For thy sweet loue remembred such welth brings,
    That then I skorne to change my state with Kings.


    VVHen to the Sessions of sweet silent thought,
    I sommon vp remembrance of things past,
    I sigh the lacke of many a thing I sought,
    And with old woes new waile my deare times waste:
    440Then can I drowne an eye(vn-vs'd to flow)
    For precious friends hid in deaths dateles night,
    And weepe a fresh loues long since canceld woe,
    And mone th'expence of many a vannisht sight.
    Then can I greeue at greeuances fore-gon,
    445And heauily from woe to woe tell ore
    The sad account of fore-bemoned mone,
    Which I new pay, as if not payd before.
    But if the while I thinke on thee (deare friend)
    All losses are restord, and sorrowes end.


    Thy bosome is indeared with all hearts,
    Which I by lacking haue supposed dead,
    And there raignes Loue and all Loues louing parts,
    And all those friends which I thought buried.
    455How many a holy and obsequious teare
    Hath deare religious loue stolne from mine eye,
    As interest of the dead, which now appeare,
    But things remou'd that hidden in there lie.
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