496WHy did
st thou promi
se
such a beautious day,
497And make me trauaile forth without my cloake,
498To let bace cloudes ore-take me in my way,
499Hiding thy brau'ry in their rotten
smoke.
500Tis not enough that through the cloude thou breake,
501To dry the raine on my
storme-beaten face,
502For no man well of
such a
salue can
speake,
503That heales the wound, and cures not the di
sgrace:
504Nor can thy
shame giue phi
sicke to my griefe,
505Though thou repent , yet I haue
still the lo
sse,
506Th'o
ffenders
sorrow lends but weake reliefe
507To him that beares the
strong o
ffen
ses lo
sse.
508 Ah but tho
se teares are pearle which thy loue
sheeds,
509And they are ritch,
and ran
some all ill deeds.
511NO more bee greeu'd at that which thou ha
st done,
512Ro
ses haue thornes,
and
siluer fountaines mud,
513Cloudes and eclip
ses
staine both Moone and Sunne,
514And loath
some canker liues in
sweete
st bud.
515All men make faults,
and euen I in this,
516Authorizing thy tre
spas with compare,
517My
selfe corrupting
saluing thy ami
sse,
518Excu
sing their
sins more then their
sins are:
519For to thy
sen
suall fault I bring in
sence,
520Thy aduer
se party is thy Aduocate,
521And gain
st my
selfe a lawfull plea commence,
522Such ciuill war is in my loue and hate,
523 That I an acce
ssary needs mu
st be,
524To that
sweet theefe which
sourely robs from me,
526LEt me confe
sse that we two mu
st be twaine,
527Although our vndeuided loues are one:
528So
shall tho
se blots that do with me remaine,
529Without thy helpe , by me be borne alone.
530In our two loues there is but one re
spe
ct,
531Though in our liues a
seperable
spight,
532Which though it alter not loues
sole e
ffe
ct,
533Yet doth it
steale
sweet houres from loues delight,
534I may not euer-more acknowledge thee,
535Lea
st my bewailed guilt
should do thee
shame,
536Nor thou with publike kindne
sse honour me,
537Vnle
sse thou take that honour from thy name:
538 But doe not
so,
I loue thee in
such
sort,
539As thou being mine,
mine is thy good report.