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

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


    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.


    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.


    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,
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