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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)

    WHen I haue seene by times fell hand defaced
    The rich proud cost of outworne buried age,
    When sometime loftie towers I see downe rased,
    And brasse eternall slaue to mortall rage.
    950When I haue seene the hungry Ocean gaine
    Aduantage on the Kingdome of the shoare,
    And the firme soile win of the watry maine,
    Increasing store with losse, and losse with store.
    When I haue seene such interchange of state,
    955Or state it selfe confounded, to decay,
    Ruine hath taught me thus to ruminate
    That Time will come and take my loue away.
    This thought is as a death which cannot choose
    But weepe to haue, that which it feares to loose.
    SInce brasse, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundlesse sea,
    But sad mortallity ore-swaies their power,
    How with this rage shall beautie hold a plea,
    Whose action is no stronger then a flower?
    965O how shall summers hunny breath hold out,
    Against the wrackfull siedge of battring dayes,
    When rocks impregnable are not so stoute ,
    Nor gates of steele so strong but time decayes?
    O fearefull meditation, where alack,
    970Shall times best Iewell from times chest lie hid?
    Or what strong hand can hold his swift foote back,
    Or who his spoile or beautie can forbid?
    O none, vnlesse this miracle haue might,
    That in black inck my loue may still shine bright.
    TYr'd with all these for restfull death I cry,
    As to behold desert a begger borne,
    And needie Nothing trimd in iollitie,
    And purest faith vnhappily forsworne,
    980And gilded honor shamefully misplast,
    And maiden vertue rudely strumpeted,
    And right perfection wrongfully disgrac'd,
    And strength by limping sway disabled ,
    And arte made tung-tide by authoritie,
    985And Folly (Doctor-like) controuling skill,
    And simple-Truth miscalde Simplicitie,
    And captiue-good attending Captaine ill.
    Tyr'd with all these, from these would I be gone,
    Saue that to dye, I leaue my loue alone.