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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)

    SONNETS.

    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.

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    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.

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    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,
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