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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)

    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.
    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.
    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.