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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)


    Tempteth my better angel from my sight,
    And would corrupt my saint to be a diuel:
    Wooing his purity with her fowle pride.
    2155And whether that my angel be turn'd finde,
    Suspect I may, yet not directly tell,
    But being both from me both to each friend,
    I gesse one angel in an others hel.
    Yet this shal I nere know but liue in doubt,
    2160Till my bad angel fire my good one out.


    THose lips that Loues owne hand did make,
    Breath'd forth the sound that said I hate,
    To me that languisht for her sake:

    2165But when she saw my wofull state,
    Straight in her heart did mercie come,
    Chiding that tongue that euer sweet,
    Was vsde in giuing gentle dome:
    And tought it thus a new to greete:
    2170I hate she alterd with an end,
    That follow'd it as gentle day,
    Doth follow night who like a fiend
    From heauen to hell is flowne away.
    I hate, from hate away she threw,
    2175And sau'd my life saying not you.


    POore soule the center of my sinfull earth,
    My sinfull earth these rebbell powres that thee array,
    Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth
    2180Painting thy outward walls so costlie gay?
    Why so large cost hauing so short a lease,
    Dost thou vpon thy fading mansion spend?
    Shall wormes inheritors of this excesse
    Eate vp thy charge? is this thy bodies end?
    2185Then soule liue thou vpon thy seruants losse,
    And let that pine to aggrauat thy store;
    Buy tearmes diuine in selling houres of drosse:
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