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

    • Copyright Hardy M. Cook and Ian Lancashire. This text may be freely used for educational, non-profit purposes; for all other uses contact the Editor.
    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editors: Hardy M. Cook, Ian Lancashire
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    Shake-speares Sonnets (Quarto 1, 1609)

    SHAKE-SPEARES
    SONNETS.
    Neuer before Imprinted.
    AT LONDON
    By G. Eld for T. T. and are
    to be solde by William Aspley.
    1609
    TO.THE.ONLIE.BEGETTER.OF.
    THESE/INSVING.SONNETS.
    Mr.W.H.
    ALL.HAPPINESSE.
    AND.THAT.ETERNITIE.
    PROMISED.
    BY.
    OVR.EVER-LIVING.POET.
    WISHETH.
    THE.WELL-WISHING.
    ADVENTVRER.IN.
    SETTING.FORTH.
    T. T.
    SHAKE-SPEARES,
    SONNETS.
    1FRom fairest creatures we desire increase,
    That thereby beauties Rose might neuer die,
    But as the riper should by time decease,
    His tender heire might beare his memory:
    5But thou contracted to thine owne bright eyes,
    Feed'st thy lights flame with selfe substantiall fewell,
    Making a famine where aboundance lies,
    Thy selfe thy foe, to thy sweet selfe too cruell:
    Thou that art now the worlds fresh ornament,
    10And only herauld to the gaudy spring,
    Within thine owne bud buriest thy content,
    And tender chorle makst wast in niggarding:
    Pitty the world, or else this glutton be,
    To eate the worlds due, by the graue and thee.
    152
    WHen fortie Winters shall beseige thy brow,
    And digge deep trenches in thy beauties field,
    Thy youthes proud liuery so gaz'd on now,
    Wil be a totter'd weed of smal worth held:
    20Then being askt, where all thy beautie lies,
    Where all the treasure of thy lusty daies;
    To say within thine owne deepe sunken eyes,
    Were an all-eating shame, and thriftlesse praise.
    How much more praise deseru'd thy beauties vse,
    25If thou couldst answere this faire child of mine
    Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse
    Proouing his beautie by succession thine.
    This were to be new made when thou art ould,
    And see thy blood warme when thou feel'st it could,
    303
    LOoke in thy glasse and tell the face thou vewest,
    Now is the time that face should forme an other,
    Whose fresh repaire if now thou not renewest,
    Thou doo'st beguile the world, vnblesse some mother.
    35For where is she so faire whose vn-eard wombe
    Disdaines the tillage of thy husbandry?
    Or who is he so fond will be the tombe,
    Of his selfe loue to stop posterity?
    Thou art thy mothers glasse and she in thee
    40Calls backe the louely Aprill of her prime,
    So thou through windowes of thine age shalt see,
    Dispight of wrinkles this thy goulden time.
    But if thou liue remembred not to be,
    Die single and thine Image dies with thee.
    454
    VNthrifty louelinesse why dost thou spend,
    Vpon thy selfe thy beauties legacy?
    Natures bequest giues nothing but doth lend,
    And being franck she lends to those are free:
    50Then beautious nigard why doost thou abuse,
    The bountious largesse giuen thee to giue?
    Profitles vserer why doost thou vse
    So great a summe of summes yet can'st not liue?
    For hauing traffike with thy selfe alone,
    55Thou of thy selfe thy sweet selfe dost deceaue,
    Then how when nature calls thee to be gone,
    What acceptable Audit can'st thou leaue?
    Thy vnus'd beauty must be tomb'd with thee,
    Which vsed liues th'executor to be.
    605
    THose howers that with gentle worke did frame,
    The louely gaze where euery eye doth dwell
    Will play the tirants to the very same,
    And that vnfaire which fairely doth excell:
    65For neuer resting time leads Summer on,
    To hidious winter and confounds him there,
    Sap checkt with frost and lustie leau's quite gon.
    Beauty ore-snow'd and barenes euery where,
    Then were not summers distillation left
    70A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glasse,
    Beauties effect with beauty were bereft,
    Nor it nor noe remembrance what it was.
    But flowers distil'd though they with winter meete,
    Leese but their show, their substance still liues sweet.
    756
    THen let not winters wragged hand deface,
    In thee thy summer ere thou be distil'd:
    Make sweet some viall;treasure thou some place,
    With beautits treasure ere it be selfe kil'd:
    80That vse is not forbidden vsery,
    Which happies those that pay the willing lone;
    That's for thy selfe to breed an other thee,
    Or ten times happier be it ten for one,
    Ten times thy selfe were happier then thou art,
    85If ten of thine ten times refigur'd thee,
    Then what could death doe if thou should'st depart,
    Leauing thee liuing in posterity?
    Be not selfe-wild for thou art much too faire,
    To be deaths conquest and make wormes thine heire.
    907
    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 maiesty,
    95And hauing climb'd the steepe vp heauenly hill,
    Resembling strong youth in his middle age,
    Yet mortall lookes adore his beauty still,
    Attending on his goulden pilgrimage:
    But when from high-most 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 diest vnlesse thou get a sonne.
    1058
    MVsick to heare, why hear'st thou musick sadly,
    Sweets with sweets warre not , ioy delights in ioy:
    Why lou'st thou that which thou receaust not gladly,
    Or else receau'st with pleasure 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 singlenesse the parts that thou should'st beare:
    Marke how one string sweet husband to an other,
    115Strikes each in each by mutuall ordering;
    Resembling sier, and child, and happy mother,
    Who all in one, one pleasing note do sing:
    Whose speechlesse song being many, seeming one,
    Sings this to thee thou single wilt proue none.
    1209.
    IS it for feare to wet a widdowes eye,
    That thou consum'st thy selfe in single life?
    Ah;if thou issulesse shalt hap to die,
    The world will waile thee like a makelesse wife,
    125The world wilbe thy widdow and still weepe,
    That thou no forme of thee hast 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 waste hath in the world an end,
    And kept vnvsde the vser so destroyes it:
    No loue toward others in that bosome sits
    That on himselfe such murdrous shame commits.
    135I0
    FOr shame deny that thou bear'st loue to any
    Who for thy selfe art so vnprouident
    Graunt if thou wilt, thou art belou'd of many,
    But that thou none lou'st is most euident:
    140For thou art so possest with murdrous hate,
    That gainst thy selfe thou stickst not to conspire,
    Seeking that beautious roofe to ruinate
    Which to repaire should be thy chiefe desire :
    O change thy thought, that I may change my minde,
    145Shall hate be fairer log'd then gentle loue?
    Be as thy presence is gracious and kind,
    Or to thy selfe at least kind harted proue,
    Make thee an other selfe for loue of me,
    That beauty still may liue in thine or thee.
    150II
    AS fast as thou shalt wane so fast thou grow'st,
    In one of thine, from that which thou departest,
    And that fresh bloud which yongly thou bestow'st,
    Thou maist call thine, when thou from youth conuertest,
    155Herein liues wisdome, beauty, and increase,
    Without this follie, age, and could decay,
    If all were minded so, the times should cease,
    And threescoore yeare would make the world away:
    Let those whom nature hath not made for store,
    160Harsh, featurelesse, and rude , barrenly perrish,
    Looke whom she best indow'd, she gaue the more;
    Which bountious guift thou shouldst in bounty cherrish,
    She caru'd thee for her seale, and ment therby,
    Thou shouldst print more, not let that coppy die.
    165I2
    WHen I doe count the clock that tels the time,
    And see the braue day sunck in hidious night,
    When I behold the violet past prime,
    And sable curls or siluer'd ore with white :
    170When lofty trees I see barren of leaues,
    Which erst from heat did canopie the herd
    And Sommers greene all girded vp in sheaues
    Borne on the beare with white and bristly beard:
    Then of thy beauty do I question make
    175That thou among the wastes of time must goe,
    Since sweets and beauties do them-selues forsake,
    And die as fast as they see others grow,
    And nothing gainst Times sieth can make defence
    Saue breed to braue him, when he takes thee hence.
    180I3
    O That you were your selfe, but loue you are
    No longer yours, then you your selfe here liue,
    Against this cumming end you should prepare,
    And your sweet semblance to some other giue.
    185So should that beauty which you hold in lease
    Find no determination, then you were
    You selfe again after your selfes decease,
    When your sweet issue your sweet forme should beare.
    Who lets so faire a house fall to decay,
    190Which husbandry in honour might vphold,
    Against the stormy gusts of winters day
    And barren rage of deaths eternall cold?
    O none but vnthrifts, deare my loue you know,
    You had a Father, let your Son say so.
    195I4
    NOt from the stars do I my iudgement plucke,
    And yet me thinkes I haue Astronomy,
    But not to tell of good, or euil lucke,
    Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons quallity,
    200Nor can I fortune to breefe mynuits tell;
    Pointing to each his thunder, raine and winde,
    Or say with Princes if it shal go wel
    By oft predict that I in heauen finde.
    But from thine eies my knowledge I deriue,
    205And constant stars in them I read such art
    As truth and beautie shal together thriue
    If from thy selfe, to store thou wouldst conuert:
    Or else of thee this I prognosticate,
    Thy end is Truthes and Beauties doome and date.
    210I5
    WHen I consider euery thing that growes
    Holds in perfection but a little moment.
    That this huge stage presenteth nought but showes
    Whereon the Stars in secret influence comment.
    215When I perceiue that men as plants increase,
    Cheared and checkt euen by the selfe-same skie:
    Vaunt in their youthfull sap, at height decrease,
    And were their braue state out of memory.
    Then the conceit of this inconstant stay,
    220Sets you most rich in youth before my sight,
    Where wastfull time debateth with decay
    To change your day of youth to sullied night,
    And all in war with Time for loue of you
    As he takes from you, I ingraft you new.
    225I6
    BVt wherefore do not you a mightier waie
    Make warre vppon this bloudie tirant time?
    And fortifie your selfe in your decay
    With meanes more blessed then my barren rime?
    230Now stand you on the top of happie houres,
    And many maiden gardens yet vnset,
    With vertuous wish would beare your liuing flowers,
    Much liker then your painted counterfeit:
    So should the lines of life that life repaire
    235Which this (Times pensel or my pupill pen )
    Neither in inward worth nor outward faire
    Can make you liue your selfe in eies of men,
    To giue away your selfe, keeps your selfe still,
    And you must liue drawne by your owne sweet skill,
    240I7
    WHo will beleeue my verse in time to come
    If it were fild with your most high deserts?
    Though yet heauen knowes it is but as a tombe
    Which hides your life , and shewes not halfe your parts:
    245If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
    And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
    The age to come would say this Poet lies,
    Such heauenly touches nere toucht earthly faces.
    So should my papers (yellowed with their age)
    250Be scorn'd, like old men of lesse truth then tongue,
    And your true rights be termd a Poets rage,
    And stretched miter of an Antique song.
    But were some childe of yours aliue that time,
    You should liue twise in it, and in my rime.
    255I8.
    SHall I compare thee to a Summers day?
    Thou art more louely and more temperate:
    Rough windes do shake the darling buds of Maie,
    And Sommers lease hath all too short a date:
    260Sometime too hot the eye of heauen shines,
    And often is his gold complexion dimm'd,
    And euery faire from faire some-time declines,
    By chance, or natures changing course vntrim'd:
    But thy eternall Sommer shall not fade,
    265Nor loose possession of that faire thou ow'st,
    Nor shall death brag thou wandr'st in his shade,
    When in eternall lines to time thou grow'st,
    So long as men can breath or eyes can see,
    So long liues this, and this giues life to thee,
    270I9
    DEuouring time blunt thou the Lyons pawes,
    And make the earth deuoure her owne sweet brood,
    Plucke the keene teeth from the fierce Tygers yawes,
    And burne the long liu'd Phaenix in her blood,
    275Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleet'st,
    And do what ere thou wilt swift-footed time
    To the wide world and all her fading sweets:
    But I forbid thee one most hainous crime,
    O carue not with thy howers my loues faire brow,
    280Nor draw noe lines there with thine antique pen,
    Him in thy course vntainted doe allow,
    For beauties patterne to succeding men.
    Yet doe thy worst ould Time dispight thy wrong,
    My loue shall in my verse euer liue young.
    28520
    A Womans face with natures owne hand painted,
    Haste thou the Master Mistris of my passion,
    A womans gentle hart but not acquainted
    With shifting change as is false womens fashion,
    290An eye more bright then theirs, lesse false in rowling:
    Gilding the obiect where-vpon it gazeth,
    A man in hew all Hews in his controwling,
    Which steales mens eyes and womens soules amaseth.
    And for a woman wert thou first created,
    295Till nature as she wrought thee fell a dotinge,
    And by addition me of thee defeated,
    By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
    But since she prickt thee out for womens pleasure,
    Mine be thy loue and thy loues vse their treasure.
    3002I
    SO is it not with me as with that Muse,
    Stird by a painted beauty to his verse,
    Who heauen it selfe for ornament doth vse,
    And euery faire with his faire doth reherse,
    305Making a coopelment of proud compare
    With Sunne and Moone, with earth and seas rich gems:
    With Aprills first borne flowers and all things rare,
    That heauens ayre in this huge rondure hems,
    O let me true in loue but truly write,
    310And then beleeue me, my loue is as faire,
    As any mothers childe, though not so bright
    As those gould candells fixt in heauens ayer:
    Let them say more that like of heare-say well,
    I will not prayse that purpose not to sell.
    31522
    MY glasse shall not perswade me I am ould,
    So long as youth and thou are of one date,
    But when in thee times forrwes I behould,
    Then look I death my daies should expiate.
    320For all that beauty that doth couer thee,
    Is but the seemely rayment of my heart,
    Which in thy brest doth liue, as thine in me,
    How can I then be elder then thou art?
    O therefore loue be of thy selfe so wary,
    325As I not for my selfe, but for thee will,
    Bearing thy heart which I will keepe so chary
    As tender nurse her babe from faring ill,
    Presume not on thy heart when mine is slaine,
    Thou gau'st me thine not to giue backe againe.
    33023
    AS an vnperfect actor on the stage,
    Who with his feare is put besides his part,
    Or some fierce thing repleat with too much rage,
    Whose strengths abondance weakens his owne heart;
    335So I for feare of trust, forget to say,
    The perfect ceremony of loues right,
    And in mine owne loues strength seeme to decay,
    Ore-charg'd with burthen of mine owne loues might:
    O let my books be then the eloquence,
    340And domb presagers of my speaking brest,
    Who pleade for loue, and look for recompence,
    More then that tonge that more hath more exprest.
    O learne to read what silent loue hath writ,
    To heare wit eies belongs to loues fine wiht.
    34524
    MIne eye hath play'd the painter and hath steeld,
    Thy beauties forme in table of my heart,
    My body is the frame wherein ti's held,
    And perspectiue it is best Painters art.
    350For through the Painter must you see his skill,
    To finde where your true Image pictur'd lies,
    Which in my bosomes shop is hanging stil,
    That hath his windowes glazed with thine eyes:
    Now see what good-turnes eyes for eies haue done,
    355Mine eyes haue drawne thy shape, and thine for me
    Are windowes to my brest, where-through the Sun
    Delights to peepe, to gaze therein on thee
    Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art
    They draw but what they see, know not the hart.
    36025
    LEt those who are in fauor with their stars,
    Of publike honour and proud titles bost,
    Whilst I whome fortune of such tryumph bars
    Vnlookt for ioy in that I honour most;
    365Great Princes fauorites their faire leaues spread,
    But as the Marygold at the suns eye,
    And in them-selues their pride lies buried,
    For at a frowne they in their glory die.
    The painefull warrier famosed for worth,
    370After a thousand victories once foild,
    Is from the booke of honour rased quite,
    And all the rest forgot for which he toild:
    Then happy I that loue and am beloued
    Where I may not remoue, nor be remoued.
    37526
    LOrd of my loue, to whome in vassalage
    Thy merrit hath my dutie strongly knit;
    To thee I send this written ambassage
    To witnesse duty, not to shew my wit.
    380Duty so great, which wit so poore as mine
    May make seeme bare, in wanting words to shew it;
    But that I hope some good conceipt of thine
    In thy soules thought(all naked) will bestow it:
    Til whatsoeuer star that guides my mouing,
    385Points on me gratiously with faire aspect,
    And puts apparrell on my tottered louing,
    To show me worthy of their sweet respect,
    Then may I dare to boast how I doe loue thee,
    Til then, not show my head where thou maist proue me
    39027
    WEary with toyle, I hast me to my bed ,
    The deare repose for lims with trauaill tired,
    But then begins a iourny in my head
    To worke my mind, when boddies work's expired.
    395For then my thoughts(from far where I abide)
    Intend a zelous pilgrimage to thee;
    And keepe my drooping eye-lids open wide,
    Looking on darknes which the blind doe see.
    Saue that my soules imaginary sight
    400Presents their shaddoe to my sightles view,
    Which like a iewell(hunge in gastly night)
    Makes blacke night beautious, and her old face new.
    Loe thus by day my lims, by night my mind,
    For thee, and for my selfe, noe quiet finde.
    40528
    HOw can I then returne in happy plight
    That am debard the benifit of rest?
    When daies oppression is not eazd by night,
    But day by night and night by day oprest.
    410And each(though enimes to ethers raigne)
    Doe in consent shake hands to torture me,
    The one by toyle, the other to complaine
    How far I toyle, still farther off from thee.
    I tell the Day to please him thou art bright,
    415And do'st him grace when clouds doe blot the heauen:
    So flatter I the swart complexiond night,
    When sparkling stars twire not thou guil'st th' eauen.
    But day doth daily draw my sorrowes longer,
    And night doth nightly make greefes length seeme stronger
    42029
    WHen in disgrace with Fortune and mens eyes,
    I all alone beweepe my out-cast state,
    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.
    43530
    WHen 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.
    4503I
    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.
    Thou art the graue where buried loue doth liue,
    460Hung with the tropheis of my louers gon,
    Who all their parts of me to thee did giue,
    That due of many, now is thine alone.
    Their images I lou'd, I view in thee,
    And thou(all they)hast all the all of me.
    46532
    IF thou suruiue my well contented daie,
    When that churle death my bones with dust shall couer
    And shalt by fortune once more re-suruay:
    These poore rude lines of thy deceased Louer:
    470Compare them with the bett'ring of the time,
    And though they be out-stript by euery pen,
    Reserue them for my loue, not for their rime,
    Exceeded by the hight of happier men.
    Oh then voutsafe me but this louing thought,
    475Had my friends Muse growne with this growing age,
    A dearer birth then this his loue had brought
    To march in ranckes of better equipage:
    But since he died and Poets better proue,
    Theirs for their stile ile read, his for his loue.
    48033
    FVll many a glorious morning haue I seene,
    Flatter the mountaine tops with soueraine eie,
    Kissing with golden face the meddowes greene;
    Guilding pale streames with heauenly alcumy:
    485Anon permit the basest cloudes to ride,
    With ougly rack on his celestiall face,
    And from the for-lorne world his visage hide
    Stealing vnseene to west with this disgrace:
    Euen so my Sunne one early morne did shine,
    490With all triumphant splendor on my brow,
    But out alack, he was but one houre mine,
    The region cloude hath mask'd him from me now.
    Yet him for this, my loue no whit disdaineth,
    Suns of the world may staine, whē heauens sun stainteh.
    49534
    WHy didst thou promise such a beautious day,
    And make me trauaile forth without my cloake,
    To let bace cloudes ore-take me in my way,
    Hiding thy brau'ry in their rotten smoke.
    500Tis not enough that through the cloude thou breake,
    To dry the raine on my storme-beaten face,
    For no man well of such a salue can speake,
    That heales the wound, and cures not the disgrace:
    Nor can thy shame giue phisicke to my griefe,
    505Though thou repent , yet I haue still the losse,
    Th'offenders sorrow lends but weake reliefe
    To him that beares the strong offenses losse.
    Ah but those teares are pearle which thy loue sheeds,
    And they are ritch, and ransome all ill deeds.
    51035
    NO more bee greeu'd at that which thou hast done,
    Roses haue thornes, and siluer fountaines mud,
    Cloudes and eclipses staine both Moone and Sunne,
    And loathsome canker liues in sweetest bud.
    515All men make faults, and euen I in this,
    Authorizing thy trespas with compare,
    My selfe corrupting saluing thy amisse,
    Excusing their sins more then their sins are:
    For to thy sensuall fault I bring in sence,
    520Thy aduerse party is thy Aduocate,
    And gainst my selfe a lawfull plea commence,
    Such ciuill war is in my loue and hate,
    That I an accessary needs must be,
    To that sweet theefe which sourely robs from me,
    52536
    LEt me confesse that we two must be twaine,
    Although our vndeuided loues are one:
    So shall those blots that do with me remaine,
    Without thy helpe , by me be borne alone.
    530In our two loues there is but one respect,
    Though in our liues a seperable spight,
    Which though it alter not loues sole effect,
    Yet doth it steale sweet houres from loues delight,
    I may not euer-more acknowledge thee,
    535Least my bewailed guilt should do thee shame,
    Nor thou with publike kindnesse honour me,
    Vnlesse thou take that honour from thy name:
    But doe not so, I loue thee in such sort,
    As thou being mine, mine is thy good report.
    54037
    AS a decrepit father takes delight,
    To see his actiue childe do deeds of youth,
    So I , made lame by Fortunes dearest spight
    Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth.
    545For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit,
    Or any of these all, or all, or more
    Intitled in their parts, do crowned sit,
    I make my loue ingrafted to this store:
    So then I am not lame, poore, nor dispis'd,
    550Whilst that this shadow doth such substance giue,
    That I in thy abundance am suffic'd,
    And by a part of all thy glory liue:
    Looke what is best, that best I wish in thee,
    This wish I haue, then ten times happy me.
    55538
    HOw can my Muse want subiect to inuent
    While thou dost breath that poor'st into my verse,
    Thine owne sweet argument, to excellent,
    For euery vulgar paper to rehearse:
    560Oh giue thy selfe the thankes if ought in me,
    Worthy perusal stand against thy sight,
    For who's so dumbe that cannot write to thee,
    When thou thy selfe dost giue inuention light?
    Be thou the tenth Muse, ten times more in worth
    565Then those old nine which rimers inuocate,
    And he that calls on thee, let him bring forth
    Eternal numbers to out-liue long date.
    If my slight Muse doe please these curious daies,
    The paine be mine, but thine shal be the praise.
    57039
    OH how thy worth with manners may I singe,
    When thou art all the better part of me?
    What can mine owne praise to mine owne selfe bring;
    And what is't but mine owne when I praise thee,
    575Euen for this, let vs deuided liue,
    And our deare loue loose name of single one,
    That by this seperation I may giue:
    That due to thee which thou deseru'st alone:
    Oh absence what a torment wouldst thou proue,
    580Were it not thy soure leisure gaue sweet leaue,
    To entertaine the time with thoughts of loue,
    Which time and thoughts so sweetly dost deceiue.
    And that thou teachest how to make one twaine,
    By praising him here who doth hence remaine.
    58540
    TAke all my loues, my loue, yea take them all,
    What hast thou then more then thou hadst before?
    No loue, my loue, that thou maist true loue call,
    All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more:
    590Then if for my loue, thou my loue receiuest,
    I cannot blame thee, for my loue thou vsest,
    But yet be blam'd, if thou this selfe deceauest
    B y wilfull taste of what thy selfe refusest.
    I doe forgiue thy robb'rie gentle theefe
    595Although thou steale thee all my pouerty:
    And yet loue knowes it is a greater griefe
    To beare loues wrong, then hates knowne iniury.
    Lasciuious grace, in whom all il wel showes,
    Kill me with spights yet we must not be foes.
    6004I
    THose pretty wrongs that liberty commits,
    When I am some-time absent from thy heart,
    Thy beautie, and thy yeares full well befits,
    For still temptation followes where thou art.
    605Gentle thou art, and therefore to be wonne,
    Beautious thou art, therefore to be assailed.
    And when a woman woes, what womans sonne,
    Will sourely leaue her till he haue preuailed.
    Aye me, but yet thou mighst my seate forbeare,
    610And chide thy beauty, and thy straying youth,
    Who lead thee in their ryot euen there
    Where thou art forst to breake a two-fold truth:
    Hers by thy beauty tempting her to thee,
    Thine by thy beautie beeing false to me.
    61542
    THat thou hast her it is not all my griefe,
    And yet it may be said I lou'd her deerely,
    That she hath thee is of my wayling cheefe,
    A losse in loue that touches me more neerely.
    620Louing offendors thus I will excuse yee,
    Thou doost loue her, because thou knowst I loue her,
    And for my sake euen so doth she abuse me,
    Suffring my friend for my sake to approoue her,
    If I loose thee, my losse is my loues gaine,
    625And loosing her, my friend hath found that losse,
    Both finde each other, and I loose both twaine,
    And both for my sake lay on me this crosse,
    But here's the ioy, my friend and I are one,
    Sweete flattery, then she loues but me alone.
    63043
    WHen most I winke then doe mine eyes best see,
    For all the day they view things vnrespected,
    But when I sleepe, in dreames they looke on thee,
    And darkely bright, are bright in darke directed.
    635Then thou whose shaddow shaddowes doth make bright,
    How would thy shadowes forme, forme happy show,
    To the cleere day with thy much cleerer light,
    When to vn-seeing eyes thy shade shines so?
    How would(I say)mine eyes be blessed made,
    640By looking on thee in the liuing day ?
    When in dead night their faire imperfect shade,
    Through heauy sleepe on sightlesse eyes doth stay?
    All dayes are nights to see till I see thee,
    And nights bright daies when dreams do shew thee me,
    64544
    IF the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
    Iniurious distance should not stop my way,
    For then dispight of space I would be brought,
    From limits farre remote, where thou doost stay,
    650No matter then although my foote did stand
    Vpon the farthest earth remoou'd from thee,
    For nimble thought can iumpe both sea and land,
    As soone as thinke the place where he would be.
    But ah, thought kills me that I am not thought
    655To leape large lengths of miles when thou art gone,
    But that so much of earth and water wrought,
    I must attend, times leasure with my mone.
    Receiuing naughts by elements so sloe,
    But heauie teares, badges of eithers woe.
    66045
    THe other two, slight ayre, and purging fire,
    Are both with thee, where euer I abide,
    The first my thought, the other my desire,
    These present absent with swift motion slide.
    665For when these quicker Elements are gone
    In tender Embassie of loue to thee,
    My life being made of foure, with two alone,
    Sinkes downe to death, opprest with melancholie.
    Vntill liues composition be recured,
    670By those swift messengers return'd from thee,
    Who euen but now come back againe assured,
    Of their faire health, recounting it to me.
    This told, I ioy, but then no longer glad,
    I send them back againe and straight grow sad.
    67546
    MIne eye and heart are at a mortall warre,
    How to deuide the conquest of thy sight,
    Mine eye, my heart their pictures sight would barre,
    My heart, mine eye the freeedome of that right,
    680My heart doth plead that thou in him doost lye,
    (A closet neuer pearst with christall eyes)
    But the defendant doth that plea deny,
    And sayes in him their faire appearance lyes.
    To side this title is impannelled
    685A quest of thoughts, all tennants to the heart,
    And by their verdict is determined
    The cleere eyes moyitie, and the deare hearts part.
    As thus, mine eyes due is their outward part,
    And my hearts right, their inward loue of heart.
    69047
    BEtwixt mine eye and heart a league is tooke,
    And each doth good turnes now vnto the other,
    When that mine eye is famisht for a looke,
    Or heart in loue with sighes himselfe doth smother;
    695With my loues picture then my eye doth feast,
    And to the painted banquet bids my heart:
    An other time mine eye is my hearts guest,
    And in his thoughts of loue doth share a part.
    So either by thy picture or my loue,
    700Thy selfe away, are present still with me,
    For thou nor farther then my thoughts canst moue,
    And I am still with them, and they with thee.
    Or if they sleepe, thy picture in my sight
    Awakes my heart, to hearts and eyes delight.
    70548
    HOw carefull was I when I tooke my way,
    Each trifle vnder truest barres to thrust,
    That to my vse it might vn-vsed stay
    From hands of falsehood, in sure wards of trust ?
    710But thou, to whom my iewels trifles are,
    Most worthy comfort, now my greatest griefe,
    Thou best of deerest, and mine onely care,
    Art left the prey of euery vulgar theefe.
    Thee haue I not lockt vp in any chest,
    715Saue where thou art not, though I feele thou art,
    Within the gentle closure of my brest,
    From whence at pleasure thou maist come and part,
    And euen thence thou wilt be stolne I feare,
    For truth prooues theeuish for a prize so deare.
    72049
    AGainst that time ( if euer that time come )
    When I shall see thee frowne on my defects,
    When as thy loue hath cast his vtmost summe,
    Cauld to that audite by aduis'd respects,
    725Against that time when thou shalt strangely passe,
    And scarcely greete me with that sunne thine eye,
    When loue conuerted from the thing it was
    Shall reasons finde of setled grauitie.
    Against that time do I insconce me here
    730Within the knowledge of mine owne desart,
    And this my hand, against my selfe vpreare,
    To guard the lawfull reasons on thy part,
    To leaue poore me, thou hast the strength of lawes,
    Since why to loue, I can alledge no cause.
    73550
    HOw heauie doe I iourney on the way,
    When what I seeke (my wearie trauels end)
    Doth teach that ease and that repose to say
    Thus farre the miles are measurde from thy friend.
    740The beast that beares me, tired with my woe,
    Plods duly on, to beare that waight in me,
    As if by some instinct the wretch did know
    His rider lou'd not speed being made from thee:
    The bloody spurre cannot prouoke him on,
    745That some-times anger thrusts into his hide,
    Which heauily he answers with a grone,
    More sharpe to me then spurring to his side,
    For that same grone doth put this in my mind,
    My greefe lies onward and my ioy behind.
    7505I
    THus can my loue excuse the slow offence,
    Of my dull bearer, when from thee I speed,
    From where thou art, why shoulld I hast me thence,
    Till I returne of posting is noe need.
    755O what excuse will my poore beast then find,
    When swift extremity can seeme but slow,
    Then should I spurre though mounted on the wind,
    In winged speed no motion shall I know,
    Then can no horse with my desire keepe pace,
    760Therefore desire(of perfects loue being made)
    Shall naigh noe dull flesh in his fiery race,
    But loue, for loue, thus shall excuse my iade,
    Since from thee going, he went wilfull slow,
    Towards thee ile run, and giue him leaue to goe.
    76552
    SO am I as the rich whose blessed key,
    Can bring him to his sweet vp-locked treasure,
    The which he will not eu'ry hower suruay,
    For blunting the fine point of seldome pleasure.
    770Therefore are feasts so sollemne and so rare,
    Since sildom comming in the long yeare set,
    Like stones of worth they thinly placed are,
    Or captaine Iewells in the carconet.
    So is the time that keepes you as my chest,
    775Or as the ward-robe which the robe doth hide,
    To make some speciall instant speciall blest,
    By new vnfoulding his imprison'd pride.
    Blessed are you whose worthinesse giues skope,
    Being had to tryumph, being lackt to hope.
    78053
    WHat is your substance, whereof are you made,
    That millions of strange shaddowes on you tend?
    Since euery one, hath euery one, one shade,
    And you but one, can euery shaddow lend:
    785Describe Adonis and the counterfet,
    Is poorely immitated after you,
    On Hellens cheeke all art of beautie set,
    And you in Grecian tires are painted new:
    Speake of the spring, and foyzon of the yeare,
    790The one doth shaddow of your beautie show,
    The other as your bountie doth appeare,
    And you in euery blessed shape we know.
    In all externall grace you haue some part,
    But you like none, none you for constant heart.
    79554
    OH how much more doth beautie beautious seeme,
    By that sweet ornament which truth doth giue,
    The Rose lookes faire, but fairer we it deeme
    For that sweet odor, which doth in it liue:
    800The Canker bloomes haue full as deepe a die,
    As the perfumed tincture of the Roses,
    Hang on such thornes, and play as wantonly,
    When sommers breath their masked buds discloses:
    But for their virtue only is their show,
    805They liue vnwoo'd, and vnrespected fade,
    Die to themselues . Sweet Roses doe not so,
    Of their sweet deathes, are sweetest odors made:
    And so of you, beautious and louely youth,
    When that shall vade, by verse distils your truth.
    81055
    NOt marble, nor the guilded monument,
    Of Princes shall out-liue this powrefull rime,
    But you shall shine more bright in these contents
    Then vnswept stone, besmeer'd with sluttish time.
    815When wastefull warre shall Statues ouer-turne,
    And broiles roote out the worke of masonry,
    Nor Mars his sword, nor warres quick fire shall burne:
    The liuing record of your memory.
    Gainst death, and all obliuious emnity
    820Shall you pace forth, your praise shall stil finde roome,
    Euen in the eyes of all posterity
    That weare this world out to the ending doome.
    So til the iudgement that your selfe arise,
    You liue in this, and dwell in louers eies.
    82556
    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 fulnesse,
    Too morrow see againe, and doe not kill
    The spirit of Loue, with a perpetual dulnesse:
    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 blest may be the view.
    As cal it Winter, which being ful of care,
    Makes Sōmers welcome, thrice more wish'd, more rare:
    84057
    BEing your slaue what should I doe but tend,
    Vpon the houres, and times of your desire?
    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,
    Whilst I(my soueraine)watch the clock for you,
    Nor thinke the bitternesse of absence sowre,
    When you haue bid your seruant once adieue.
    Nor dare I question with my iealious thought,
    850Where you may be, or your affaires suppose,
    But like a sad slaue stay and thinke of nought
    Saue where you are , how happy you make those.
    So true a foole is loue, that in your Will,
    (Though you doe any thing)he thinkes no ill.
    85558
    THat God forbid , that made me first your slaue,
    I should in thought controule your times of pleasure,
    Or at your hand th' account of houres to craue,
    Being your vassail bound to staie your leisure.
    860Oh let me suffer(being at your beck)
    Th' imprison'd absence of your libertie,
    And patience tame, to sufferance bide each check,
    Without accusing you of iniury.
    Be where you list, your charter is so strong,
    865That you your selfe may priuiledge your time
    To what you will, to you it doth belong,
    Your selfe to pardon of selfe-doing crime.
    I am to waite, though waiting so be hell,
    Not blame your pleasure be it ill or well.
    87059
    IF their bee nothing new, but that which is,
    Hath beene before , how are our braines beguild,
    Which laboring for inuention beare amisse
    The second burthen of a former child ?
    875Oh that record could with a back-ward looke,
    Euen of fiue hundreth courses of the Sunne,
    Show me your image in some antique booke,
    Since minde at first in carrecter was done.
    That I might see what the old world could say,
    880To this composed wonder of your frame,
    Whether we are mended, or where better they,
    Or whether reuolution be the same.
    Oh sure I am the wits of former daies,
    To subiects worse haue giuen admiring praise.
    88560
    LIke as the waues make towards the pibled shore,
    So do our minuites hasten to their end,
    Each changing place with that which goes before,
    In sequent toile all forwards do contend.
    890Natiuity once in the maine of light.
    Crawles to maturity, wherewith being crown'd,
    Crooked eclipses gainst his glory fight,
    And time that gaue, doth now his gift confound.
    Time doth transfixe the florish set on youth,
    895And delues the paralels in beauties brow,
    Feedes on the rarities of natures truth,
    And nothing stands but for his sieth to mow.
    And yet to times in hope, my verse shall stand
    Praising thy worth, dispight his cruell hand.
    9006I
    IS it thy wil, thy Image should keepe open
    My heauy eielids to the weary night?
    Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken,
    While shadowes like to thee do mocke my sight?
    905Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee
    So farre from home into my deeds to prye,
    To find out shames and idle houres in me,
    The skope and tenure of thy Ielousie?
    O no, thy loue though much, is not so great,
    910It is my loue that keepes mine eie awake,
    Mine owne true loue that doth my rest defeat,
    To plaie the watch-man euer for thy sake.
    For thee watch I, whilst thou dost wake elsewhere,
    From me farre of , with others all to neere.
    91562
    SInne of selfe-loue possesseth al mine eie,
    And all my soule, and al my euery part;
    And for this sinne there is no remedie,
    It is so grounded inward in my heart.
    920Me thinkes no face so gratious is as mine,
    No shape so true, no truth of such account,
    And for my selfe mine owne worth do define,
    As I all other in all worths surmount.
    But when my glasse shewes me my selfe indeed
    925Beated and chopt with tand antiquitie,
    Mine owne selfe loue quite contrary I read
    Selfe, so selfe louing were iniquity,
    T'is thee(my selfe)that for my selfe I praise,
    Painting my age with beauty of thy daies,
    93063
    AGainst my loue shall be as I am now
    With times iniurious hand chrusht and ore-worne,
    When houres haue dreind his blood and fild his brow
    With lines and wrincles, when his youthfull morne
    935Hath trauaild on to Ages steepie night,
    And all those beauties whereof now he's King
    Are vanishing, or vanisht out of sight,
    Stealing away the treasure of his Spring.
    For such a time do I now fortifie
    940Against confounding Ages cruell knife,
    That he shall neuer cut from memory
    My sweet loues beauty, though my louers life.
    His beautie shall in these blacke lines be seene,
    And they shall liue , and he in them still greene.
    94564
    WHen I haue seene by times fell hand defaced
    The rich proud cost of outworne buried age,
    When sometime loftie towers I see downe rased,
    And brasse eternall slaue to mortall rage.
    950When I haue seene the hungry Ocean gaine
    Aduantage on the Kingdome of the shoare,
    And the firme soile win of the watry maine,
    Increasing store with losse, and losse with store.
    When I haue seene such interchange of state,
    955Or state it selfe confounded, to decay,
    Ruine hath taught me thus to ruminate
    That Time will come and take my loue away.
    This thought is as a death which cannot choose
    But weepe to haue, that which it feares to loose.
    96065
    SInce brasse, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundlesse sea,
    But sad mortallity ore-swaies their power,
    How with this rage shall beautie hold a plea,
    Whose action is no stronger then a flower?
    965O how shall summers hunny breath hold out,
    Against the wrackfull siedge of battring dayes,
    When rocks impregnable are not so stoute ,
    Nor gates of steele so strong but time decayes?
    O fearefull meditation, where alack,
    970Shall times best Iewell from times chest lie hid?
    Or what strong hand can hold his swift foote back,
    Or who his spoile or beautie can forbid?
    O none, vnlesse this miracle haue might,
    That in black inck my loue may still shine bright.
    97566
    TYr'd with all these for restfull death I cry,
    As to behold desert a begger borne,
    And needie Nothing trimd in iollitie,
    And purest faith vnhappily forsworne,
    980And gilded honor shamefully misplast,
    And maiden vertue rudely strumpeted,
    And right perfection wrongfully disgrac'd,
    And strength by limping sway disabled ,
    And arte made tung-tide by authoritie,
    985And Folly (Doctor-like) controuling skill,
    And simple-Truth miscalde Simplicitie,
    And captiue-good attending Captaine ill.
    Tyr'd with all these, from these would I be gone,
    Saue that to dye, I leaue my loue alone.
    99067
    AH wherefore with infection should he liue,
    And with his presence grace impietie,
    That sinne by him aduantage should atchiue,
    And lace it selfe with his societie ?
    995Why should false painting immitate his cheeke,
    And steale dead seeing of his liuing hew?
    Why should poore beautie indirectly seeke,
    Roses of shaddow, since his Rose is true?
    Why should he liue, now nature banckrout is,
    1000Beggerd of blood to blush through liuely vaines,
    For she hath no exchecker now but his,
    And proud of many, liues vpon his gaines?
    O him she stores, to show what welth she had,
    In daies long since, before these last so bad.
    100568
    THus is his cheeke the map of daies out-worne,
    When beauty liu'd and dy'ed as flowers do now,
    Before these bastard signes of faire were borne,
    Or durst inhabit on a liuing brow:
    1010Before the goulden tresses of the dead,
    The right of sepulchers, were shorne away,
    To liue a scond life on second head,
    Ere beauties dead fleece made another gay:
    In him those holy antique howers are seene,
    1015Without all ornament, it selfe and true,
    Making no summer of an others greene,
    Robbing no ould to dresse his beauty new,
    And him as for a map doth Nature store,
    To shew faulse Art what beauty was of yore.
    102069
    THose parts of thee that the worlds eye doth view,
    Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend:
    All toungs(the voice of soules)giue thee that end,
    Vttring bare truth, euen so as foes Commend.
    1025Their outward thus with outward praise is crownd,
    But those same toungs that giue thee so thine owne,
    In other accents doe this praise confound
    By seeing farther then the eye hath showne.
    They looke into the beauty of thy mind,
    1030And that in guesse they measure by thy deeds,
    Then churls their thoughts(although their eies were kind)
    To thy faire flower ad the rancke smell of weeds,
    But why thy odor matcheth not thy show,
    The solye is this, that thou doest common grow.
    103570
    THat thou are blam'd shall not be thy defect,
    For slanders marke was euer yet the faire,
    The ornament of beauty is suspect,
    A Crow that flies in heauens sweetest ayre.
    1040So thou be good, slander doth but approue,
    Their worth the greater beeing woo'd of time,
    For Canker vice the sweetest buds doth loue,
    And thou present'st a pure vnstayined prime.
    Thou hast past by the ambush of young daies,
    1045Either not assayld, or victor beeing charg'd,
    Yet this thy praise cannot be soe thy praise,
    To tye vp enuy, euermore inlarged,
    If some suspect of ill maskt not thy show,
    Then thou alone kingdomes of hearts shouldst owe.
    10507I
    NOe Longer mourne for me when I am dead,
    Then you shall heare the surly sullen bell
    Giue warning to the world that I am fled
    From this vile world with vildest wormes to dwell:
    1055Nay if you read this line, remember not,
    The hand that writ it, for I loue you so,
    That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,
    If thinking on me then should make you woe.
    O if(I say)you looke vpon this verse,
    1060When I (perhaps) compounded am with clay,
    Do not so much as my poore name reherse;
    But let your loue euen with my life decay.
    Least the wise world should looke into your mone,
    And mocke you with me after I am gon.
    106572
    O Least the world should taske you to recite,
    What merit liu'd in me that you should loue
    After my death(deare loue)for get me quite,
    For you in me can nothing worthy proue.
    1070Vnlesse you would deuise some vertuous lye,
    To doe more for me then mine owne desert,
    And hang more praise vpon deceased I,
    Then nigard truth would willingly impart:
    O least your true loue may seeme falce in this,
    1075That you for loue speake well of me vntrue,
    My name be buried where my body is,
    And liue no more to shame nor me, nor you.
    For I am shamd by that which I bring forth,
    And so should you, to loue things nothing worth.
    108073
    THat time of yeeare thou maist in me behold,
    When yellow leaues, or none, or few doe hange
    Vpon those boughes which shake against the could,
    Bare rn'wd quiers, where late the sweet birds sang.
    1085In me thou seest the twi-light of such day,
    As after Sun-set fadeth in the West,
    Which by and by blacke night doth take away,
    Deaths second selfe that seals vp all in rest.
    In me thou seest the glowing of such fire,
    1090That on the ashes of his youth doth lye,
    As the death bed, whereon it must expire,
    Consum'd with that which it was nurrisht by.
    This thou perceu'st, which makes thy loue more strong,
    To loue that well, which thou must leaue ere long.
    109574
    BVt be contented when that fell arest,
    With out all bayle shall carry me away,
    My life hath in this line some interest,
    Which for memoriall still with thee shall stay.
    1100When thou reuewest this, thou doest reuew,
    The very part was consecrate to thee,
    The earth can haue but earth, which is his due,
    My spirit is thine the better part of me,
    So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life,
    1105The pray of wormes, my body being dead,
    The coward conquest of a wretches knife,
    To base of thee to be remembred,
    The worth of that, is that which it containes,
    And that is this, and this with thee remaines.
    111075
    SO are you to my thoughts as food to life,
    Or as sweet season'd shewers are to the ground;
    And for the peace of you I hold such strife,
    As twixt a miser and his wealth is found.
    1115Now proud as an inioyer, and anon
    Doubting the filching age will steale his treasure,
    Now counting best to be with you alone,
    Then betterd that the world may see my pleasure,
    Some-time all ful with feasting on your sight,
    1120And by and by cleane starued for a looke,
    Possessing or pursuing no delight
    Saue what is had, or must from you be tooke.
    Thus do I pine and surfet day by day,
    Or gluttoning on all, or all away,
    112576
    WHy is my verse so barren of new pride?
    So far from variation or quicke change?
    Why with the time do I not glance aside
    To new found methods, and to compounds strange?
    1130Why write I still all one, euer the same,
    And keepe inuention in a noted weed,
    That euery word doth almost fel my name,
    Shewing their birth, and where they did proceed proceed
    O know sweet loue I alwaies write of you,
    1135And you and loue are still my argument:
    So all my best is dressing old words new,
    Spending againe what is already spent:
    For as the Sun is daily new and old,
    So is my loue still telling what is told,
    114077
    THy glasse will shew thee how thy beauties were,
    Thy dyall how thy pretious mynuits waste,
    The vacant leaues thy mindes imprint will beare,
    And of this booke, this learning maist thou taste.
    1145The wrinckles which thy glasse will truly show,
    Of mouthed graues will giue thee memorie,
    Thou by thy dyals shady stealth maist know,
    Times theeuish progresse to eternitie.
    Looke what thy memorie cannot containe,
    1150Commit to these waste blacks, and thou shalt finde
    Those children nurst, deliuerd from thy braine,
    To take a new acquaintance of thy minde.
    These offices, so oft as thou wilt looke,
    Shall profit thee, and much inrich thy booke.
    115578
    SO oft haue I inuok'd thee for my Muse,
    And found such faire assistance in my verse,
    As euery Alien pen hath got my vse,
    And vnder thee their poesie disperse.
    1160Thine eyes, that taught the dumbe on high to sing,
    And heauie ignorance aloft to flie,
    Haue added fethers to the learneds wing,
    And giuen grace a double Maiestie.
    Yet be most proud of that which I compile,
    1165Whose influence is thine, and borne of thee,
    In others workes thou doost but mend the stile,
    And Arts with thy sweete graces graced be.
    But thou art all my art, and doost aduance
    As high as learning, my rude ignorance.
    117079
    WHilst I alone did call vpon thy ayde,
    My verse alone had all thy gentle grace,
    But now my gracious numbers are decayde,
    And my sick Muse doth giue an other place.
    1175I grant ( sweet loue )thy louely argument
    Deserues the trauaile of a worthier pen,
    Yet what of thee thy Poet doth inuent,
    He robs thee of, and payes it thee againe,
    He lends thee vertue, and he stole that word,
    1180From thy behauiour, beautie doth he giue
    And found it in thy cheeke: he can affoord
    No praise to thee, but what in thee doth liue.
    Then thanke him not for that which he doth say,
    Since what he owes thee, thou thy selfe doost pay,
    118580
    O How I faint when I of you do write,
    Knowing a better spirit doth vse your name,
    And in the praise thereof spends all his might,
    To make me toung-tide speaking of your fame.
    1190But since your worth(wide as the Ocean is)
    The humble as the proudest saile doth beare,
    My sawsie barke(inferior farre to his)
    On your broad maine doth wilfully appeare.
    Your shallowest helpe will hold me vp a floate,
    1195Whilst he vpon your soundlesse deepe doth ride,
    Or ( being wrackt ) I am a worthlesse bote,
    He of tall building, and of goodly pride.
    Then If he thriue and I be cast away,
    The worst was this, my loue was my decay.
    12008I
    OR I shall liue your Epitaph to make,
    Or you suruiue when I in earth am rotten,
    From hence your memory death cannot take,
    Although in me each part will be forgotten.
    1205Your name from hence immortall life shall haue,
    Though I ( once gone) to all the world must dye,
    The earth can yeeld me but a common graue,
    When you intombed in mens eyes shall lye,
    Your monument shall be my gentle verse,
    1210Which eyes not yet created shall ore-read,
    And toungs to be, your beeing shall rehearse,
    When all the breathers of this world are dead,
    You still shall liue (such vertue hath my Pen)
    Where breath most breaths, euen in the mouths of men.
    121582
    I Grant thou wert not married to my Muse,
    And therefore maiest without attaint ore-looke
    The dedicated words which writers vse
    Of their faire subiect, blessing euery booke.
    1220Thou art as faire in knowledge as in hew,
    Finding thy worth a limmit past my praise,
    And therefore art inforc'd to seeke anew,
    Some fresher stampe of the time bettering dayes.
    And do so loue, yet when they haue deuisde,
    1225What strained touches Rhethorick can lend,
    Thou truly faire, wert truly simpathizde,
    In true plaine words, by thy true telling friend.
    And their grosse painting might be better vs'd,
    Where cheekes need blood, in thee it is abus'd.
    123083
    I Neuer saw that you did painting need,
    And therefore to your faire no painting set,
    I found( or thought I found) you did exceed,
    The barren tender of a Poets debt:
    1235And therefore haue I slept in your report,
    That you your selfe being extant well might show,
    How farre a moderne quill doth come to short,
    Speaking of worth, what worth in you doth grow,
    This silence for my sinne you did impute,
    1240Which shall be most my glory being dombe,
    For I impaire not beautie being mute,
    When others would giue life, and bring a tombe.
    There liues more life in one of your faire eyes,
    Then both your Poets can in praise deuise.
    124584
    WHo is it that sayes most, which can say more,
    Then this rich praise, that you alone, are you,
    In whose confine immured is the store,
    Which should example where your equall grew,
    1250Leane penurie within that Pen doth dwell,
    That to his subiect lends not some small glory,
    But he that writes of you, if he can tell,
    That you are you, so dignifies his story.
    Let him but coppy what in you is writ,
    1255Not making worse what nature made so cleere,
    And such a counter-part shall fame his wit,
    Making his stile admired euery where.
    You to your beautious blessings adde a curse,
    Being fond on praise, which makes your praises worse.
    126085
    MY toung-tide Muse in manners holds her still,
    While comments of your praise richly compil'd,
    Reserue their Character with goulden quill,
    And precious phrase by all the Muses fil'd.
    1265I thinke good thoughts, whilst other write good wordes,
    And like vnlettered clarke still crie Amen,
    To euery Himne that able spirit affords,
    In polisht forme of well refined pen.
    Hearing you praisd, I say 'tis so, 'tis true,
    1270And to the most of praise adde some-thing more,
    But that is in my thought, whose loue to you
    (Though words come hind-most)holds his ranke before,
    Then others, for the breath of words respect,
    Me for my dombe thoughts, speaking in effect.
    127586
    WAs it the proud full saile of his great verse,
    Bound for the prize of (all to precious) you,
    That did my ripe thoughts in my braine inhearce,
    Making their tombe the wombe wherein they grew?
    1280Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write,
    Aboue a mortall pitch, that struck me dead ?
    No, neither he, nor his compiers by night
    Giuing him ayde, my verse astonished.
    He nor that affable familiar ghost
    1285Which nightly gulls him with intelligence,
    As victors of my silence cannot boast,
    I was not sick of any feare from thence.
    But when your countinance fild vp his line,
    Then lackt I matter, that infeebled mine.
    129087
    FArewell thou art too deare for my possessing,
    And like enough thou knowst thy estimate,
    The Charter of thy worth giues thee releasing:
    My bonds in thee are all determinate.
    1295For how do I hold thee but by thy granting,
    And for that ritches where is my deseruing?
    The cause of this faire guift in me is wanting,
    And so my pattent back againe is sweruing.
    Thy selfe thou gau'st, thy owne worth then not knowing,
    1300Or mee to whom thou gau'st it, else mistaking,
    So thy great guift vpon misprision growing,
    Comes home againe, on better iudgement making.
    Thus haue I had thee as a dreame doth flatter,
    In sleepe a King, but waking no such matter.
    130588
    WHen thou shalt be dispode to set me light,
    And place my merrit in the eie of skorne,
    Vpon thy side, against my selfe ile fight,
    And proue thee virtuous, though thou art forsworne:
    1310With mine owne weakenesse being best acquainted,
    Vpon thy part I can set downe a story
    Of faults conceald, wherein I am attainted:
    That thou in loosing me shall win much glory:
    And I by this wil be a gainer too,
    1315For bending all my louing thoughts on thee,
    The iniuries that to my selfe I doe,
    Doing thee vantage, duble vantage me.
    Such is my loue, to thee I so belong,
    That for thy right, my selfe will beare all wrong.
    132089
    SAy that thou didst forsake mee for some falt,
    And I will comment vpon that offence,
    Speake of my lamenesse, and I straight will halt:
    Against thy reasons making no defence.
    1325Thou canst not(loue)disgrace me halfe so ill,
    To set a forme vpon desired change,
    As ile my selfe disgrace, knowing thy wil,
    I will acquaintance strangle and looke strange:
    Be absent from thy walkes and in my tongue,
    1330Thy sweet beloued name no more shall dwell,
    Least I (too much prophane) should do it wronge:
    And haplie of our old acquaintance tell.
    For thee, against my selfe ile vow debate,
    For I must nere loue him whom thou dost hate.
    133590
    THen hate me when thou wilt, if euer, now,
    Now while the world is bent my deeds to crosse,
    Ioyne with the spight of fortune, make me bow,
    And doe not drop in for an after losse:
    1340Ah doe not, when my heart hath scapte this sorrow,
    Come in the rereward of a conquerd woe,
    Giue not a windy night a rainie morrow,
    To linger out a purposd ouer-throw.
    If thou wilt leaue me, do not leaue me last,
    1345When other pettie griefes haue done their spight,
    But in the onset come, so stall I taste
    At first the very worst of fortunes might.
    And other straines of woe, which now seeme woe,
    Compar'd with losse of thee, will not seeme so.
    13509I
    SOme glory in their birth, some in their skill,
    Some in their wealth, some in their bodies force,
    Some in their garments though new-fangled ill:
    Some in their Hawkes and Hounds, some in their Horse.
    1355And euery humor hath his adiunct pleasure,
    Wherein it findes a ioy aboue the rest,
    But these perticulers are not my measure,
    All these I better in one generall best.
    Thy loue is bitter then high birth to me,
    1360Richer then wealth, prouder then garments cost,
    Of more delight then Hawkes or Horses bee:
    And hauing thee, of all mens pride I boast.
    Wretched in this alone, that thou maist take,
    All this away, and me most wretched make.
    136592
    BVt doe thy worst to steale thy selfe away,
    For tearme of life thou art assured mine,
    And life no longer then thy loue will stay,
    For it depends vpon that loue of thine.
    1370Then need I not to feare the worst of wrongs,
    When in the least of them my life hath end,
    I see, a better state to me belongs
    Then that, which on thy humor doth depend.
    Thou canst not vex me with inconstant minde,
    1375Since that my life on thy reuolt doth lie,
    Oh what a happy title do I finde ,
    Happy to haue thy loue, happy to die!
    But whats so blessed faire that feares no blot,
    Thou maist be falce, and yet I know it not.
    138093
    SO shall I liue, supposing thou art true,
    Like a deceiued husband, so loues face,
    May still seeme loue to me, though alter'd new:
    Thy lookes with me, thy heart in other place.
    1385For their can liue no hatred in thine eye,
    Therefore in that I cannot know thy change,
    In manies lookes, the falce hearts history
    Is writ in moods and frounes and wrinckles strange.
    But heauen in thy creation did decree,
    1390That in thy face sweet loue should euer dwell,
    What ere thy thoughts, or thy hearts workings be,
    Thy lookes should nothing thence, but sweetnesse tell.
    How like Eaues apple doth thy beauty grow,
    If thy sweet vertue answere not thy show.
    139594
    THey that haue powre to hurt, and will doe none,
    That doe not do the thing, they most do showe,
    Who mouing others, are themselues as stone,
    Vnmooued, could, and to temptation slow:
    1400They rightly do inherrit heauens graces,
    And husband natures ritches from expence,
    They are the Lords and owners of their faces,
    Others, but stewards of their excellence:
    The sommers flowre is to the sommer sweet,
    1405Though to it selfe, it onely liue and die,
    But if that flowre with base infection meete,
    The basest weed out-braues his dignity:
    For sweetest things turne sowrest by their deedes,
    Lillies that fester, smell far worse then weeds.
    141095
    HOw sweet and louely dost thou make the shame,
    Which like a canker in the fragrant Rose,
    Doth spot the beautie of thy budding name?
    Oh in what sweets doest thou thy sinnes inclose!
    1415That tongue that tells the story of thy daies,
    (Making lasciuious comments on thy sport)
    Cannot dispraise, but in a kinde of praise,
    Naming thy name, blesses an ill report.
    Oh what a mansion haue those vices got,
    1420Which for their habitation chose out thee,
    Where beauties vaile doth couer euery blot,
    And all things turnes to faire, that eies can see!
    Take heed(deare heart)of this large priuiledge,
    The hardest knife ill vs'd doth loose his edge.
    142596
    SOme say thy fault is youth, some wantonesse,
    Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport,
    Both grace and faults are lou'd of more and lesse:
    Thou makst faults graces, that to thee resort:
    1430As on the finger of a throned Queene,
    The basest Iewell wil be well esteem'd:
    So are those errors that in thee are seene,
    To truths translated, and for true things deem'd.
    How many Lambs might the sterne Wolfe betray,
    1435If like a Lambe he could his lookes translate.
    How many gazers mighst thou lead away,
    If thou wouldst vse the strength of all thy state?
    But doe not so, I loue thee in such sort,
    As thou being mine, mine is thy good report.
    144097
    HOw like a Winter hath my absence beene
    From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting yeare?
    What freezings haue I felt, what darke daies seene?
    What old Decembers barenesse euery where?
    1445And yet this time remou'd was sommers time,
    The teeming Autumne big with ritch increase,
    Bearing the wanton burthen of the prime,
    Like widdowed wombes after their Lords decease:
    Yet this aboundant issue seem'd to me,
    1450But hope of Orphans, and vn-fathered fruite,
    For Sommer and his pleasures waite on thee,
    And thou away, the very birds are mute.
    Or if they sing, tis with so dull a cheere,
    That leaues looke pale, dreading the Winters neere.
    145598
    FRom you haue I beene absent in the spring,
    When proud pide Aprill (drest in all his trim)
    Hath put a spirit of youth in euery thing:
    That heauie Saturne laught and leapt with him.
    1460Yet nor the laies of birds, nor the sweet smell
    Of different flowers in odor and in hew,
    Could make me any summers story tell:
    Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew:
    Nor did I wonder at the Lillies white,
    1465Nor praise the deepe vermillion in the Rose,
    They weare but sweet, but figures of delight:
    Drawne after you, you patterne of all those.
    Yet seem'd it Winter still, and you away,
    As with your shaddow I with these did play.
    147099
    THe forward violet thus did I chide,
    Sweet theefe whence didst thou steale thy sweet that smels
    If not from my loues breath, the purple pride,
    Which on thy soft cheeke for complexion dwells?
    1475In my loues veines thou hast too grosely died,
    The Lillie I condemned for thy hand,
    And buds of marierom had stolne thy haire,
    The Roses fearefully on thornes did stand,
    Our blushing shame, an other white dispaire:
    1480A third nor red, nor white, had stolne of both,
    And to his robbry had annext thy breath,
    But for his theft in pride of all his growth
    A vengfull canker eate him vp to death.
    More flowers I noted, yet I none could see,
    1485 But sweet, or culler it had stolne from thee.
    I00
    WHere art thou Muse that thou forgetst so long,
    To speake of that which giues thee all thy might?
    Spendst thou thy furie on some worthlesse songe,
    1490Darkning thy powre to lend base subiects light.
    Returne forgetfull Muse, and straight redeeme,
    In gentle numbers time so idely spent,
    Sing to the eare that doth thy laies esteeme,
    And giues thy pen both skill and argument.
    1495Rise resty Muse, my loues sweet face suruay,
    If time haue any wrincle grauen there,
    If any, be a Satire to decay,
    And make times spoiles dispised euery where.
    Giue my loue fame faster then time wasts life,
    1500So thou preuenst his sieth, and crooked knife.
    I0I
    OH truant Muse what shalbe thy amends,
    For thy neglect of truth in beauty di'd?
    Both truth and beauty on my loue depends:
    1505So dost thou too, and therein dignifi'd:
    Make answere Muse, wilt thou not haply saie,
    Truth needs no collour with his collour fixt,
    Beautie no pensell, beauties truth to lay:
    But best is best, if neuer intermixt.
    1510Because he needs no praise, wilt thou be dumb?
    Excuse not silence so, for't lies in thee,
    To make him much out-liue a gilded tombe:
    And to be praisd of ages yet to be.
    Then do thy office Muse, I teach thee how,
    1515To make him seeme long hence, as he showes now.
    I02
    MY loue is strengthned though more weake in see-ming
    I loue not lesse, thogh lesse the show appeare,
    That loue is marchandiz'd, whose ritch esteeming,
    1520The owners tongue doth publish euery where.
    Our loue was new, and then but in the spring,
    When I was wont to greet it with my laies,
    As Philomell in summers front doth singe,
    And stops his pipe in growth of riper daies:
    1525Not that the summer is lesse pleasant now
    Then when her mournefull himns did hush the night,
    But that wild musick burthens euery bow,
    And sweets growne common loose their deare delight.
    Therefore like her, I some-time hold my tongue:
    1530Because I would not dull you with my songe.
    I03
    ALack what pouerty my Muse brings forth,
    That hauing such a skope to show her pride,
    The argument all bare is of more worth
    1535Then when it hath my added praise beside.
    Oh blame me not if I no more can write!
    Looke in your glasse and there appeares a face,
    That ouer-goes my blunt inuention quite,
    Dulling my lines, and doing me disgrace.
    1540Were it not sinfull then striuing to mend,
    To marre the subiect that before was well,
    For to no other passe my verses tend,
    Then of your graces and your gifts to tell.
    And more, much more then in my verse can sit,
    1545Your owne glasse showes you, when you looke in it.
    I04
    TO me faire friend you neuer can be old,
    For as you were when first your eye I eyde,
    Such seemes your beautie still:Three Winters colde,
    1550Haue from the forrests shooke three summers pride,
    Three beautious springs to yellow Autumne turn'd,
    In processe of the seasons haue I seene,
    Three Aprill perfumes in three hot Iunes burn'd,
    Since first I saw you fresh which yet are greene.
    1555Ah yet doth beauty like a Dyall hand,
    Steale from his figure, and no pace perceiu'd,
    So your sweete hew, which me thinkes still doth stand
    Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceaued.
    For feare of which, heare this thou age vnbred,
    1560Ere you were borne was beauties summer dead.
    I05
    LEt not my loue be cal'd Idolatrie,
    Nor my beloued as an Idoll show,
    Since all alike my songs and praises be
    1565To one, of one, still such, and euer so.
    Kinde is my loue to day, to morrow kinde,
    Still constant in a wondrous excellence,
    Therefore my verse to constancie confin'de,
    One thing expressing, leaues out difference.
    1570Faire, kinde, and true, is all my argument,
    Faire, kinde and true, varrying to other words,
    And in this change is my inuention spent,
    Three theams in one, which wondrous scope affords.
    Faire, kinde, and true, haue often liu'd alone.
    1575 Which three till now, neuer kept seate in one.
    I06
    WHen in the Chronicle of wasted time,
    I see discriptions of the fairest wights,
    And beautie making beautifull old rime,
    1580In praise of Ladies dead, and louely Knights,
    Then in the blazon of sweet beauties best,
    Of hand, of foote, of lip, of eye, of brow,
    I see their antique Pen would haue exprest,
    Euen such a beauty as you maister now.
    1585So all their praises are but prophesies
    Of this our time, all you prefiguring,
    And for they look'd but with deuining eyes,
    They had not still enough your worth to sing :
    For we which now behold these present dayes,
    1590Haue eyes to wonder, but lack toungs to praise.
    I07
    NOt mine owne feares, nor the prophetick soule,
    Of the wide world, dreaming on things to come,
    Can yet the lease of my true loue controule,
    1595Supposde as forfeit to a confin'd doome.
    The mortall Moone hath her eclipse indur'de,
    And the sad Augurs mock their owne presage,
    Incertenties now crowne them-selues assur'de,
    And peace proclaimes Oliues of endlesse age,
    1600Now with the drops of this most balmie time,
    My loue lookes fresh, and death to me subscribes,
    Since spight of him Ile liue in this poore rime,
    While he insults ore dull and speachlesse tribes.
    And thou in this shalt finde thy monument,
    1605When tyrants crests and tombs of brasse are spent.
    I08
    WHat's in the braine that Inck may character ,
    Which hath not figur'd to thee my true spirit,
    What's new to speake, what now to register,
    1610That may expresse my loue, or thy deare merit ?
    Nothing sweet boy, but yet like prayers diuine,
    I must each day say ore the very same,
    Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine,
    Euen as when first I hallowed thy faire name.
    1615So that eternall loue in loues fresh case,
    Waighes not the dust and iniury of age,
    Nor giues to necessary wrinckles place,
    But makes antiquitie for aye his page,
    Finding the first conceit of loue there bred,
    1620Where time and outward forme would shew it dead,
    I09
    O Neuer say that I was false of heart,
    Though absence seem'd my flame to quallifie,
    As easie might I from my selfe depart,
    1625As from my soule which in thy brest doth lye :
    That is my home of loue, if I haue rang'd,
    Like him that trauels I returne againe,
    Iust to the time, not with the time exchang'd,
    So that my selfe bring water for my staine,
    1630Neuer beleeue though in my nature raign'd,
    All frailties that besiege all kindes of blood,
    That it could so preposterouslie be stain'd,
    To leaue for nothing all thy summe of good :
    For nothing this wide Vniuerse I call,
    1635Saue thou my Rose, in it thou art my all.
    II0
    ALas 'tis true, I haue gone here and there,
    And made my selfe a motley to the view,
    Gor'd mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most deare,
    1640Made old offences of affections new.
    Most true it is, that I haue lookt on truth
    Asconce and strangely: But by all aboue,
    These blenches gaue my heart an other youth,
    And worse essaies prou'd thee my best of loue,
    1645Now all is done, haue what shall haue no end,
    Mine appetite I neuer more will grin'de
    On newer proofe, to trie an older friend,
    A God in loue, to whom I am confin'd.
    Then giue me welcome, next my heauen the best,
    1650Euen to thy pure and most most louing brest.
    III
    O For my sake doe you wish fortune chide,
    The guiltie goddesse of my harmfull deeds,
    That did not better for my life prouide,
    1655Then publick meanes which publick manners breeds.
    Thence comes it that my name receiues a brand,
    And almost thence my nature is subdu'd
    To what it workes in, like the Dyers hand,
    Pitty me then, and wish I were renu'de,
    1660Whilst like a willing pacient I will drinke,
    Potions of Eysell gainst my strong infection,
    No bitternesse that I will bitter thinke,
    Nor double pennance to correct correction.
    Pittie me then deare friend, and I assure yee,
    1665 Euen that your pittie is enough to cure mee.
    II2
    YOur loue and pittie doth th'impression fill,
    Which vulgar scandall stampt vpon my brow,
    For what care I who calles me well or ill,
    1670So you ore-greene my bad, my good alow?
    You are my All the world, and I must striue,
    To know my shames and praises from your tounge,
    None else to me, nor I to none aliue,
    That my steel'd sence or changes right or wrong,
    1675In so profound Abisme I throw all care
    Of others voyces, that my Adders sence,
    To cryttick and to flatterer stopped are:
    Marke how with my neglect I doe dispence.
    You are so strongly in my purpose bred,
    1680That all the world besides me thinkes y'are dead.
    II3
    SInce I left you, mine eye is in my minde,
    And that which gouernes me to goe about,
    Doth part his function, and is partly blind,
    1685Seemes seeing, but effectually is out:
    For it no forme deliuers to the heart
    Of bird, of flowre, or shape which it doth lack,
    Of his quick obiects hath the minde no part,
    Nor his owne vision houlds what it doth catch:
    1690For if it see the rud'st or gentlest sight,
    The most sweet-fauor or deformedst creature,
    The mountaine, or the sea, the day, or night:
    The Croe, or Doue, it shapes them to your feature.
    Incapable of more repleat, with you,
    1695My most true minde thus maketh mine vntrue.
    II4
    OR whether doth my minde being crown'd with you
    Drinke vp the monarks plague this flattery ?
    Or whether shall I say mine eie saith true,
    1700And that your loue taught it this Alcumie?
    To make of monsters, and things indigest,
    Such cherubines as your sweet selfe resemble,
    Creating euery bad a perfect best
    As fast as obiects to his beames assemble:
    1705Oh tis the first, tis flatry in my seeing,
    And my great minde most kingly drinkes it vp,
    Mine eie well knowes what with his gust is greeing,
    And to his pallat doth prepare the cup.
    If it be poison'd, tis the lesser sinne,
    1710That mine eye loues it and doth first beginne.
    II5
    THose lines that I before haue writ doe lie,
    Euen those that said I could not loue you deerer,
    Yet then my iudgement knew no reason why,
    1715My most full flame should afterwards burne cleerer.
    But reckening time, whose milliond accidents
    Creepe in twixt vowes, and change decrees of Kings,
    Tan sacred beautie, blunt the sharp'st intents,
    Diuert strong mindes to th'course of altring things:
    1720Alas why fearing of times tiranie,
    Might I not then say now I loue you best,
    When I was certaine ore in-certainty,
    Crowning the present, doubting of the rest:
    Loue is a Babe , then might I not say so
    1725To giue full growth to that which still doth grow.
    II9
    LEt me not to the marriage of true mindes
    Admit impediments, loue is not loue
    Which alters when it alteration findes,
    1730Or bends with the remouer to remoue.
    O no, it is an euer fixed marke
    That lookes on tempests and is neuer shaken;
    It is the star to euery wandring barke,
    Whose worths vnknowne, although his higth be taken.
    1735Lou's not Times foole, though rosie lips and cheeks
    Within his bending sickles compasse come,
    Loue alters not with his breefe houres and weekes,
    But beares it out euen to the edge of doome:
    If this be error and vpon me proued,
    1740I neuer writ, nor no man euer loued.
    II7
    ACcuse me thus, that I haue scanted all,
    Wherein I should your great deserts repay,
    Forgot vpon your dearest loue to call,
    1745Whereto al bonds do tie me day by day,
    That I haue frequent binne with vnknown mindes,
    And giuen to time your owne deare purchas'd right,
    That I haue hoysted saile to al the windes
    Which should transport me farthest from your sight.
    1750Booke both my wilfulnesse and errors downe,
    And on iust proofe surmise, accumilate,
    Bring me within the leuel of your frowne,
    But shoote not at me in your wakened hate:
    Since my appeale saies I did striue to prooue
    1755 The constancy and virtue of your loue
    II8
    LIke as to make our appetites more keene
    With eager compounds we our pallat vrge,
    As to preuent our malladies vnseene,
    1760We sicken to shun sicknesse when we purge.
    Euen so being full of your nere cloying sweetnesse,
    To bitter sawces did I frame my feeding;
    And sicke of wel-fare found a kind of meetnesse,
    To be diseas'd ere that there was true needing.
    1765Thus pollicie in loue t'anticipate
    The ills that were, not grew to faults assured,
    And brought to medicine a healthfull state
    Which rancke of goodnesse would by ill be cured.
    But thence I learne and find the lesson true,
    1770Drugs poyson him that so fell sicke of you.
    II9
    WHat potions haue I drunke of Syren teares
    Distil'd from Lymbecks foule as hell within,
    Applying feares to hopes, and hopes to feares,
    1775Still loosing when I saw my selfe to win?
    What wretched errors hath my heart committed,
    Whilst it hath thought it selfe so blessed neuer?
    How haue mine eies out of their Spheares bene fitted
    In the distraction of this madding feuer?
    1780O benefit of ill, now I find true
    That better is, by euil still made better.
    And ruin'd loue when it is built anew
    Growes fairer then at first, more strong, far greater.
    So I returne rebukt to my content,
    1785And gaine by ills thrise more then I haue spent.
    I20
    THat you were once vnkind be-friends mee now,
    And for that sorrow , which I then didde feele,
    Needes must I vnder my transgression bow,
    1790Vnlesse my Nerues were brasse or hammered steele.
    For if you were by my vnkindnesse shaken
    As I by yours , y'haue past a hell of Time,
    And I a tyrant haue no leasure taken
    To waigh how once I suffered in your crime.
    1795O that our night of wo might haue remembred
    My deepest sence, how hard true sorrow hits,
    And soone to you, as you to me then tendred
    The humble salue, which wounded bosomes fits!
    But that your trespasse now becomes a fee,
    1800Mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransome mee.
    I2I
    TIS better to be vile then vile esteemed,
    When not to be, receiues reproach of being,
    And the iust pleasure lost, which is so deemed,
    1805Not by our feeling, but by others seeing.
    For why should others false adulterat eyes
    Giue salutation to my sportiue blood?
    Or on my frailties why are frailer spies;
    Which in their wils count bad what I think good?
    1810Noe, I am that I am, and they that leuell
    At my abuses, reckon vp their owne,
    I may be straight though they them-selues be beuel
    By their rancke thoughtes, my deedes must not be shown
    Vnlesse this generall euill they maintaine,
    1815All men are bad and in their badnesse raigne.
    I22.
    TThy guift, , thy tables, are within my braine
    Full characterd with lasting memory,
    Which shall aboue that idle rancke remaine
    1820Beyond all date euen to eternity.
    Or at the least, so long as braine and heart
    Haue facultie by nature to subsist,
    Til each to raz'd obliuion yeeld his part
    Of thee, thy record neuer can be mist:
    1825That poore retention could not so much hold,
    Nor need I tallies thy deare loue to skore,
    Therefore to giue them from me was I bold,
    To trust those tables that receaue thee more,
    To keepe an adiunckt to remember thee,
    1830Were to import forgetfulnesse in mee.
    I23
    NO! Time, thou shalt not bost that I doe change,
    Thy pyramyds buylt vp with newer might
    To me are nothing nouell, nothing strange,
    1835They are but dressings of a former sight:
    Our dates are breefe, and therefor we admire,
    What thou dost foyst vpon vs that is ould,
    And rather make them borne to our desire,
    Then thinke that we before haue heard them tould:
    1840Thy registers and thee I both defie,
    Not wondring at the present, nor the past,
    For thy records, and what we see doth lye,
    Made more or les by thy continuall hast:
    This I doe vow and this shall euer be,
    1845I will be true dispight thy syeth and thee.
    I24
    YF my deare loue were but the childe of state,
    It might for fortunes basterd be vnfathered,
    As subiect to times loue, or to times hate,
    1850Weeds among weeds, or flowers with flowers gatherd.
    No it was buylded far from accident,
    It suffers not in smilinge pomp, nor falls
    Vnder the blow of thralled discontent,
    Whereto th'inuiting time our fashion calls:
    1855It feares not policy that Heriticke,
    Which workes on leases of short numbred howers,
    But all alone stands hugely pollitick,
    That it nor growes with heat, nor drownes with showres.
    To this I witnes call the foles of time,
    1860Which die for goodnes, who haue liu'd for crime.
    I25
    WEr't ought to me I bore the canopy,
    With my extern the outward honoring,
    Or layd great bases for eternity,
    1865Which proues more short then wast or ruining?
    Haue I not seene dwellers on forme and fauor
    Lose all, and more by paying too much rent
    For compound sweet;Forgoing simple sauor,
    Pittifull thriuors in their gazing spent.
    1870Noe, let me be obsequious in thy heart,
    And take thou my oblacion, poore but free,
    Which is not mixt with seconds, knows no art,
    But mutuall render onely me for thee.
    Hence, thou subborndInformer, a trew soule
    1875When most impeacht, stands least in thy controule.
    I26
    O Thou my louely Boy who in thy power,
    Doest hould times fickle glasse, his fickle, hower:
    Who hast by wayning growne, and therein shou'st,
    1880Thy louers withering, as thy sweet selfe grow'st.
    If Nature(soueraine misteres ouer wrack)
    As thou goest onwards still will plucke thee backe,
    She keepes thee to this purpose, that her skill.
    May time disgrace, and wretched mynuit kill.
    1885Yet feare her O thou minnion of her pleasure,
    She may detaine, but not still keepe her tresure!
    Her Audite(though delayd)answer'd must be,
    And her Quietus is to render thee.
    ( )
    1890( )
    I27
    IN the ould age blacke was not counted faire,
    Or if it weare it bore not beauties name:
    But now is blacke beauties successiue heire,
    1895And Beautie slanderd with a bastard shame,
    For since each hand hath put on Natures power,
    Fairing the foule with Arts faulse borrow'd face,
    Sweet beauty hath no name no holy boure,
    But is prophan'd, if not liues in disgrace.
    1900Therefore my Mistersse eyes are Rauen blacke,
    Her eyes so suted, and they mourners seeme,
    At such who not borne faire no beauty lack,
    Slandring Creation with a false esteeme,
    Yet so they mourne becomming of their woe,
    1905That euery toung saies beauty should looke so.
    I28
    HOw oft when thou my musike musike playst,
    Vpon that blessed wood whose motion sounds
    With thy sweet fingers when thou gently swayst,
    1910The wiry concord that mine eare confounds,
    Do I enuie those Iackes that nimble leape,
    To kisse the tender inward of thy hand,
    Whilst my poore lips which should that haruest reape,
    At the woods bouldnes by thee blushing stand.
    1915To be so tikled they would change their state,
    And situation with those dancing chips,
    Ore whome their fingers walke with gentle gate,
    Making dead wood more blest then liuing lips,
    Since sausie Iackes so happy are in this,
    1920Giue them their fingers, me thy lips to kisse.
    I29
    TH'expence of Spirit in a waste of shame
    Is lust in action, and till action , lust
    Is periurd, murdrous, blouddy full of blame,
    1925Sauage, extreame, rude, cruell, not to trust,
    Inioyd no sooner but dispised straight,
    Past reason hunted, and no sooner had
    Past reason hated as a swollowed bayt,
    On purpose layd to make the taker mad.
    1930Made In pursut and in possession so,
    Had, hauing, and in quest, to haue extreame,
    A blisse in proofe and proud and very wo,
    Before a ioy proposd behind a dreame,
    All this the world well knowes yet none knowes well,
    1935 To shun the heauen that leads men to this hell.
    I30
    MY Mistres eyes are nothing like the Sunne,
    Currall is farre more red, then her lips red,
    If snow be white, why then her brests are dun:
    1940If haires be wiers, black wiers grow on her head:
    I haue seene Roses damaskt, red and white,
    But no such Roses see I in her cheekes,
    And in some perfumes is there more delight,
    Then in the breath that from my Mistres reekes.
    1945I loue to heare her speake, yet well I know,
    That Musicke hath a farre more pleasing sound:
    I graunt I neuer saw a goddesse goe,
    My Mistres when shee walkes treads on the ground.
    And yet by heauen I thinke my loue as rare,
    1950As any she beli'd with false compare.
    I3I
    THou art as tiranous, so as thou art,
    As those whose beauties proudly make them cruell;
    For well thou know'st to my deare doting hart
    1955Thou art the fairest and most precious Iewell.
    Yet in good faith some say that thee behold,
    Thy face hath not the power to make loue grone;
    To say they erre, I dare not be so bold,
    Although I sweare it to my selfe alone.
    1960And to be sure that is not false I sweare
    A thousand grones but thinking on thy face,
    One on anothers necke do witnesse beare
    Thy blacke is fairest in my iudgements place.
    In nothing art thou blacke saue in thy deeds,
    1965And thence this slaunder as I thinke proceeds.
    I32
    THine eies I loue, and they as pittying me,
    Knowing thy heart torment me with disdaine,
    Haue put on black, and louing mourners bee,
    1970Looking with pretty ruth vpon my paine.
    And truly not the morning Sun of Heauen
    Better becomes the gray cheeks of th'East,
    Nor that full Starre that vshers in the Eauen
    Doth halfe that glory to the sober West
    1975As those two morning eyes become thy face:
    O let it then as well beseeme thy heart
    To mourne for me since mourning doth thee grace,
    And sute thy pitty like in euery part.
    Then will I sweare beauty her selfe is blacke,
    1980And all they foule that thy complexion lacke.
    I33
    BEshrew that heart that makes my heart to groane
    For that deepe wound it giues my friend and me;
    I'st not ynough to torture me alone,
    1985But slaue to slauery my sweet'st friend must be.
    Me from my selfe thy cruell eye hath taken,
    And my next selfe thou harder hast ingrossed,
    Of him, my selfe, and thee I am forsaken,
    A torment thrice three-fold thus to be crossed :
    1990Prison my heart in thy steele bosomes warde,
    But then my friends heart let my poore heart bale,
    Who ere keepes me, let my heart be his garde,
    Thou canst not then vse rigor in my Iaile.
    And yet thou wilt, for I being pent in thee,
    1995Perforce am thine and all that is in me.
    I34
    SO now I haue confest that he is thine,
    And I my selfe am morgag'd to thy will,
    My selfe Ile forfeit, so that other mine,
    2000Thou wilt restore to be my comfort still:
    But thou wilt not, nor he will not be free,
    For thou art couetous, and he is kinde,
    He learnd but suretie-like to write for me,
    Vnder that bond that him as fast doth binde.
    2005The statute of thy beauty thou wilt take,
    Thou vsurer that put'st forth all to vse,
    And sue a friend, came debter for my sake,
    So him I loose through my vnkinde abuse.
    Him haue I lost, thou hast both him and me,
    2010He paies the whole, and yet am I not free.
    I35
    WHo euer hath her wish, thou hast thy Will,
    And Will too boote, and Will in ouer-plus,
    More then enough am I that vexe thee still,
    2015To thy sweete will making addition thus.
    Wilt thou whose will is large and spatious,
    Not once vouchsafe to hide my will in thine,
    Shall will in others seeme right gracious,
    And in my will no faire acceptance shine:
    2020The sea all water, yet receiues raine still,
    And in aboundance addeth to his store,
    So thou beeing rich in Will adde to thy Will,
    One will of mine to make thy large Will more.
    Let no vnkinde, no faire beseechers kill,
    2025Thinke all but one, and me in that one Will.
    I36
    IF thy soule check thee that I come so neere,
    Sweare to thy blind soule that I was thy Will,
    And will thy soule knowes is admitted there,
    2030Thus farre for loue, my loue-sute sweet fullfill.
    Will, will fulfill the treasure of thy loue,
    I fill it full with wils, and my will one,
    In things of great receit with ease we prooue.
    Among a number one is reckon'd none.
    2035Then in the number let me passe vntold,
    Though in thy stores account I one must be,
    For nothing hold me, so it please thee hold,
    That nothing me, a some-thing sweet to thee.
    Make but my name thy loue, and loue that still,
    2040 And then thou louest me for my name is Will.
    I37
    THou blinde foole loue, what doost thou to mine eyes,
    That they behold and see not what they see :
    They know what beautie is, see where it lyes,
    2045Yet what the best is, take the worst to be.
    If eyes corrupt by ouer-partiall lookes,
    Be anchord in the baye where all men ride,
    Why of eyes falsehood hast thou forged hookes,
    Whereto the iudgement of my heart is tide ?
    2050Why should my heart thinke that a seuerall plot,
    Which my heart knowes the wide worlds common place?
    Or mine eyes seeing this, say this is not
    To put faire truth vpon so foule a face,
    In things right true my heart and eyes haue erred,
    2055 And to this false plague are they now transferred.
    I38
    WHen my loue sweares that she is made of truth,
    I do beleeue her though I know she lyes,
    That she might thinke me some vntuterd youth,
    2060Vnlearned in the worlds false subtilties.
    Thus vainely thinking that she thinkes me young,
    Although she knowes my dayes are past the best,
    Simply I credit her false speaking tongue,
    On both sides thus is simple truth supprest :
    2065But wherefore sayes she not she is vniust ?
    And wherefore say not I that I am old?
    O loues best habit is in seeming trust,
    And age in loue, loues not t'haue yeares told.
    Therefore I lye with her, and she with me,
    2070 And in our faults by lyes we flattered be.
    I39
    O Call not me to iustifie the wrong,
    That thy vnkindnesse layes vpon my heart,
    Wound me not with thine eye but with thy toung,
    2075Vse power with power, and slay me not by Art,
    Tell me thou lou'st else-where;but in my sight,
    Deare heart forbeare to glance thine eye aside,
    What needst thou wound with cunning when thy might
    Is more then my ore-prest defence can bide?
    2080Let me excuse thee, ah my loue well knowes,
    Her prettie lookes haue beene mine enemies,
    And therefore from my face she turnes my foes,
    That they else-where might dart their iniuries :
    Yet do not so, but since I am neere slaine,
    2085Kill me out-right with lookes, and rid my paine.
    I40
    BE wise as thou art cruell, do not presse
    My toung-tide patience with too much disdaine :
    Least sorrow lend me words and words expresse,
    2090The manner of my pittie wanting paine.
    If I might teach thee witte better it weare,
    Though not to loue, yet loue to tell me so,
    As testie sick-men when their deaths be neere,
    No newes but health from their Phisitions know.
    2095For if I should dispaire I should grow madde,
    And in my madnesse might speake ill of thee,
    Now this ill wresting world is growne so bad,
    Madde slanderers by madde eares beleeued be.
    That I may not be so, nor thou be lyde,
    2100Beare thine eyes straight , though thy proud heart goe wide.
    I4I
    IN faith I doe not loue thee with mine eyes,
    For they in thee a thousand errors note,
    But 'tis my heart that loues what they dispise,
    2105Who in dispight of view is pleasd to dote.
    Nor are mine eares with thy toungs tune delighted,
    Nor tender feeling to base touches prone,
    Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be inuited
    To any sensuall feast with thee alone :
    2110But my fiue wits, nor my fiue sences can
    Diswade one foolish heart from seruing thee,
    Who leaues vnswai'd the likenesse of a man,
    Thy proud hearts slaue and vassall wretch to be :
    Onely my plague thus farre I count my gaine,
    2115 That she that makes me sinne, awards me paine.
    I42
    LOue is my sinne, and thy deare vertue hate,
    Hate of my sinne, grounded on sinfull louing,
    O but with mine, compare thou thine owne state ,
    2120And thou shalt finde it merrits not reproouing,
    Or if it do , not from those lips of thine,
    That haue prophan'd their scarlet ornaments,
    And seald false bonds of loue as oft as mine,
    Robd others beds reuenues of their rents.
    2125Be it lawfull I loue thee as thou lou'st those,
    Whome thine eyes wooe as mine importune thee,
    Roote pittie in thy heart that when it growes,
    Thy pitty may deserue to pittied bee.
    If thou doost seeke to haue what thou doost hide,
    2130By selfe example mai'st thou be denide.
    I43
    LOe as a carefull huswife runnes to catch,
    One of her fethered creatures broake away,
    Sets downe her babe and makes all swift dispatch
    2135In pursuit of the thing she would haue stay:
    Whilst her neglected child holds her in chace,
    Cries to catch her whose busie care is bent,
    To follow that which flies before her face:
    Not prizing her poore infants discontent;
    2140So runst thou after that which flies from thee,
    Whilst I thy babe chace thee a farre behind,
    But if thou catch thy hope turne back to me:
    And play the mothers part kisse me, be kind.
    So will I pray that thou maist haue thy Will,
    2145If thou turne back and my loude crying still.
    I44
    TWo loues I haue of comfort and dispaire,
    Which like two spirits do sugiest me still,
    The better angell is a man right faire:
    2150The worser spirit a woman collour'd il.
    To win me soone to hell my femall euill,
    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.
    I45
    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.
    I46
    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:
    Within be fed, without be rich no more,
    So shalt thou feed on death, that feeds on men,
    2190And death once dead, ther's no more dying then.
    I47
    MY loue is as a feauer longing still,
    For that which longer nurseth the disease,
    Feeding on that which doth preserue the ill,
    2195Th'vncertaine sicklie appetite to please:
    My reason the Phisition to my loue,
    Angry that his prescriptions are not kept
    Hath left me, and I desperate now approoue,
    Desire is death, which Phisick did except.
    2200Past cure I am, now Reason is past care,
    And frantick madde with euer-more vnrest,
    My thoughts and my discourse as mad mens are,
    At randon from the truth vainely exprest.
    For I haue sworne thee faire, and thought thee bright,
    2205Who art as black as hell, as darke as night.
    I48
    O Me ! what eyes hath loue put in my head,
    Which haue no correspondence with true sight,
    Or if they haue, where is my iudgment fled,
    2210That censures falsely what they see aright ?
    If that be faire whereon my false eyes dote,
    What meanes the world to say it is not so ?
    If it be not, then loue doth well denote,
    Loues eye is not so true as all mens:no,
    2215How can it ? O how can loues eye be true,
    That is so vext with watching and with teares?
    No maruaile then though I mistake my view,
    The sunne it selfe sees not, till heauen cleeres.
    O cunning loue, with teares thou keepst me blinde,
    2220Least eyes well seeing thy foule faults should finde.
    I49
    CAnst thou O cruell, say I loue thee not,
    When I against my selfe with thee pertake :
    Doe I not thinke on thee when I forgot
    2225Am of my selfe, all tirant for thy sake?
    Who hateth thee that I doe call my friend,
    On whom froun'st thou that I doe faune vpon,
    Nay if thou lowrst on me doe I not spend
    Reuenge vpon my selfe with present mone?
    2230What merrit do I in my selfe respect,
    That is so proude thy seruice to dispise,
    When all my best doth worship thy defect,
    Commanded by the motion of thine eyes.
    But loue hate on for now I know thy minde,
    2235Those that can see thou lou'st, and I am blind.
    I50
    OH from what powre hast thou this powrefull might,
    With insufficiency my heart to sway,
    To make me giue the lie to my true sight,
    2240And swere that brightnesse doth not grace the day?
    Whence hast thou this becomming of things il,
    That in the very refuse of thy deeds;
    There is such strength and warrantise of skill,
    That in my minde thy worst all best exceeds?
    2245Who taught thee how to make me loue thee more,
    The more I heare and see iust cause of hate,
    Oh though I loue what others doe abhor,
    With others thou shouldst not abhor my state.
    If thy vnworthinesse raisd loue in me,
    2250More worthy I to be belou'd of thee.
    I5I
    LOue is too young to know what conscience is,
    Yet who knowes not conscience is borne of loue,
    Then gentle cheater vrge not my amisse,
    2255Least guilty of my faults thy sweet selfe proue.
    For thou betraying me, I doe betray
    My nobler part to my grose bodies treason,
    My soule doth tell my body that he may,
    Triumph in loue, flesh staies no farther reason.
    2260But rysing at thy name doth point out thee,
    As his triumphant prize, proud of this pride,
    He is contented thy poore drudge to be
    To stand in thy affaires, fall by thy side.
    No want of conscience hold it that I call,
    2265Her loue, for whose deare loue I rise and fall.
    I52
    IN louing thee thou know'st I am forsworne,
    But thou art twice forsworne to me loue swearing,
    In act thy bed-vow broake and new faith torne,
    2270In vowing new hate after new loue bearing:
    But why of two othes breach doe I accuse thee,
    When I breake twenty:I am periur'd most,
    For all my vowes are othes but to misuse thee:
    And all my honest faith in thee is lost.
    2275For I haue sworne deepe othes of thy deepe kindnesse:
    Othes of thy loue, thy truth, thy constancie,
    And to inlighten thee gaue eyes to blindnesse,
    Or made them swere against the thing they see.
    For I haue sworne thee faire:more periurde eye,
    2280To swere against the truth fo foule a lie.
    I53
    CVpid laid by his brand and fell a sleepe,
    A maide of Dyans this aduantage found,
    And his loue-kindling fire did quickly steepe
    2285In a could vallie-fountaine of that ground:
    Which borrowd from this holie fire of loue,
    A datelesse liuely heat still to indure,
    And grew a seething bath which yet men proue,
    Against strang malladies a soueraigne cure:
    2290But at my mistres eie loues brand new fired,
    The boy for triall needes would touch my brest,
    I sick withall the helpe of bath desired,
    And thether hied a sad distemperd guest.
    But found no cure, the bath for my helpe lies,
    2295 Where Cupid got new fire;my mistres eye.
    I54
    THe little Loue-God lying once a sleepe,
    Laid by his side his heart inflaming brand,
    Whilst many Nymphes that vou'd chast life to keep,
    2300Came tripping by, but in her maiden hand,
    The fayrest votary tooke vp that fire,
    Which many Legions of true hearts had warm'd,
    And so the Generall of hot desire,
    Was sleeping by a Virgin hand disarm'd.
    2305This brand she quenched in a coole Well by,
    Which from loues fire tooke heat perpetuall,
    Growing a bath and healthfull remedy,
    For men diseasd, but I my Mistrisse thrall,
    Came there for cure and this by that I proue,
    2310 Loues fire heates water, water cooles not loue.
    FINIS.
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