Author: William ShakespeareEditors: Hardy M. Cook, Ian LancashirePeer Reviewed
Shake-speares Sonnets (Quarto 1, 1609)
991AH wherefore with infe
ction
should he liue,
992And with his pre
sence grace impietie,
993That
sinne by him aduantage
should atchiue,
994And lace it
selfe with his
societie ?
995Why
should fal
se painting immitate his cheeke,
996And
steale dead
seeing of his liuing hew
? 997Why
should poore beautie indire
ctly
seeke,
998Ro
ses of
shaddow,
since his Ro
se is true?
999Why
should he liue,
now nature banckrout is,
1000Beggerd of blood to blu
sh through liuely vaines,
1001For
she hath no exchecker now but his,
1002And proud of many,
liues vpon his gaines?
1003 O him
she
stores,
to
show what welth
she had,
1004In daies long
since,
before the
se la
st so bad.
1006THus is his cheeke the map of daies out-worne,
1007When beauty liu'd and dy'ed as
flowers do now,
1008Before the
se ba
stard
signes of faire were borne,
1009Or dur
st inhabit on a liuing brow:
1010Before the goulden tre
sses of the dead,
1011The right of
sepulchers,
were
shorne away,
1012To liue a
scond life on
second head,
1013Ere beauties dead
fleece made another gay:
1014In him tho
se holy antique howers are
seene,
1015Without all ornament,
it
selfe and true,
1016Making no
summer of an others greene,
1017Robbing no ould to dre
sse his beauty new,
1018 And him as for a map doth Nature
store,
1019To
shew faul
se Art what beauty was of yore.
1021THo
se parts of thee that the worlds eye doth view,
1022Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend:
1023All toungs(the voice of
soules)giue thee that end,
1024Vttring bare truth,
euen
so as foes Commend.
1025Their outward thus with outward prai
se is crownd,
1026But tho
se
same toungs that giue thee
so thine owne,
1027In other accents doe this prai
se confound
1028By
seeing farther then the eye hath
showne.
1029They looke into the beauty of thy mind,
1030And that in gue
sse they mea
sure by thy deeds,
1031Then churls their thoughts(although their eies were kind)
1032To thy faire
flower ad the rancke
smell of weeds,
1033 But why thy odor matcheth not thy
show,
1034 The
solye is this,
that thou doe
st common grow.