Author: William ShakespeareEditors: Hardy M. Cook, Ian LancashirePeer Reviewed
Shake-speares Sonnets (Quarto 1, 1609)
586TAke all my loues,
my loue,
yea take them all,
587What ha
st thou then more then thou had
st before?
588No loue,
my loue,
that thou mai
st true loue call,
589All mine was thine,
before thou had
st this more:
590Then if for my loue,
thou my loue receiue
st,
591I cannot blame thee,
for my loue thou v
se
st,
592But yet be blam'd,
if thou this
selfe deceaue
st 593B y wilfull ta
ste of what thy
selfe refu
se
st.
594I doe forgiue thy robb'rie gentle theefe
595Although thou
steale thee all my pouerty:
596And yet loue knowes it is a greater griefe
597To beare loues wrong,
then hates knowne iniury.
598 La
sciuious grace,
in whom all il wel
showes,
599Kill me with
spights yet we mu
st not be foes.
601THo
se pretty wrongs that liberty commits,
602When I am
some-time ab
sent from thy heart,
603Thy beautie,
and thy yeares full well be
fits,
604For
still temptation followes where thou art.
605Gentle thou art,
and therefore to be wonne,
606Beautious thou art,
therefore to be a
ssailed.
607And when a woman woes,
what womans
sonne,
608Will
sourely leaue her till he haue preuailed.
609Aye me,
but yet thou migh
st my
seate forbeare,
610And chide thy beauty,
and thy
straying youth,
611Who lead thee in their ryot euen there
612Where thou art for
st to breake a two-fold truth:
613 Hers by thy beauty tempting her to thee,
614Thine by thy beautie beeing fal
se to me.
616THat thou ha
st her it is not all my griefe,
617And yet it may be
said I lou'd her deerely,
618That
she hath thee is of my wayling cheefe,
619A lo
sse in loue that touches me more neerely.
620Louing o
ffendors thus I will excu
se yee,
621Thou doo
st loue her,
becau
se thou know
st I loue her,
622And for my
sake euen
so doth
she abu
se me,
623Su
ffring my friend for my
sake to approoue her,
624If I loo
se thee,
my lo
sse is my loues gaine,
625And loo
sing her,
my friend hath found that lo
sse,
626Both
finde each other,
and I loo
se both twaine,
627And both for my
sake lay on me this cro
sse,
628 But here's the ioy,
my friend and I are one,
629Sweete
flattery,
then
she loues but me alone.