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SONNETS
TO THE ONLY BEGETTER OF
THESE INSUING SONNETS
MR W H ALL HAPPINESS
AND THAT ETERNITY
PROMISED BY
OUR EVERLIVING POET WISHETH
THE WELLWISHING
ADVENTURER IN
SETTING FORTH
T T
I
FROM fairest creatures we desire increase
That thereby beautys rose might never die
But as the riper should by time decease
His tender heir might bear his memory
But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes
Feedst thy lightst flame with selfsubstantial fuel
Making a famine where abundance lies
Thyself thy foe to thy sweet self too cruel
Thou that art now the worlds fresh ornament
And only herald to the gaudy spring
Within thine own bud buriest thy content
And tender churl makest waste in niggarding
Pity the world or else this glutton be
To eat the worlds due by the grave and thee
II
When forty winters shall beseige thy brow
And dig deep trenches in thy beautys field
Thy youths proud livery so gazed on now
Will be a tatterd weed of small worth held
Then being askd where all thy beauty lies
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days
To say within thine own deepsunken eyes
Were an alleating shame and thriftless praise
How much more praise deserved thy beautys use
If thou couldst answer This fair child of mine
Shall sum my count and make my old excuse
Proving his beauty by succession thine
This were to be new made when thou art old
And see thy blood warm when thou feelst it cold
III
Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
Now is the time that face should form another
Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest
Thou dost beguile the world unbless some mother
For where is she so fair whose uneard womb
Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry
Or who is he so fond will be the tomb
Of his selflove to stop posterity
Thou art thy mothers glass and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime
So thou through windows of thine age shall see
Despite of wrinkles this thy golden time
But if thou live rememberd not to be
Die single and thine image dies with thee
IV
Unthrifty loveliness why dost thou spend
Upon thyself thy beautys legacy
Natures bequest gives nothing but doth lend
And being frank she lends to those are free
Then beauteous niggard why dost thou abuse
The bounteous largess given thee to give
Profitless usurer why dost thou use
So great a sum of sums yet canst not live
For having traffic with thyself alone
Thou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive
Then how when nature calls thee to be gone
What acceptable audit canst thou leave
Thy unused beauty must be tombd with thee
Which used lives th executor to be
V
Those hours that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell
Will play the tyrants to the very same
And that unfair which fairly doth excel
For neverresting time leads summer on
To hideous winter and confounds him there
Sap chequed with frost and lusty leaves quite gone
Beauty oersnowd and bareness every where
Then were not summers distillation left
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass
Beautys effect with beauty were bereft
Nor it nor no remembrance what it was
But flowers distilld though they with winter meet
Leese but their show their substance still lives sweet
VI
Then let not winters ragged hand deface
In thee thy summer ere thou be distilld
Make sweet some vial treasure thou some place
With beautys treasure ere it be selfkilld
That use is not forbidden usury
Which happies those that pay the willing loan
Thats for thyself to breed another thee
Or ten times happier be it ten for one
Ten times thyself were happier than thou art
If ten of thine ten times refigured thee
Then what could death do if thou shouldst depart
Leaving thee living in posterity
Be not selfwilld for thou art much too fair
To be deaths conquest and make worms thine heir
VII
Lo in the orient when the gracious light
Lifts up his burning head each under eye
Doth homage to his newappearing sight
Serving with looks his sacred majesty
And having climbd the steepup heavenly hill
Resembling strong youth in his middle age
yet mortal looks adore his beauty still
Attending on his golden pilgrimage
But when from highmost pitch with weary car
Like feeble age he reeleth from the day
The eyes fore duteous now converted are
From his low tract and look another way
So thou thyself outgoing in thy noon
Unlookd on diest unless thou get a son
VIII
Music to hear why hearst thou music sadly
Sweets with sweets war not joy delights in joy
Why lovest thou that which thou receivest not gladly
Or else receivest with pleasure thine annoy
If the true concord of welltuned sounds
By unions married do offend thine ear
They do but sweetly chide thee who confounds
In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear
Mark how one string sweet husband to another
Strikes each in each by mutual ordering
Resembling sire and child and happy mother
Who all in one one pleasing note do sing
Whose speechless song being many seeming one
Sings this to thee thou single wilt prove none
IX
Is it for fear to wet a widows eye
That thou consumest thyself in single life
Ah if thou issueless shalt hap to die
The world will wail thee like a makeless wife
The world will be thy widow and still weep
That thou no form of thee hast left behind
When every private widow well may keep
By childrens eyes her husbands shape in mind
Look what an unthrift in the world doth spend
Shifts but his place for still the world enjoys it
But beautys waste hath in the world an end
And kept unused the user so destroys it
No love toward others in that bosom sits
That on himself such murderous shame commits
X
For shame deny that thou bearst love to any
Who for thyself art so unprovident
Grant if thou wilt thou art beloved of many
But that thou none lovest is most evident
For thou art so possessd with murderous hate
That gainst thyself thou stickst not to conspire
Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate
Which to repair should be thy chief desire
O change thy thought that I may change my mind
Shall hate be fairer lodged than gentle love
Be as thy presence is gracious and kind
Or to thyself at least kindhearted prove
Make thee another self for love of me
That beauty still may live in thine or thee
XI
As fast as thou shalt wane so fast thou growest
In one of thine from that which thou departest
And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestowest
Thou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest
Herein lives wisdom beauty and increase
Without this folly age and cold decay
If all were minded so the times should cease
And threescore year would make the world away
Let those whom Nature hath not made for store
Harsh featureless and rude barrenly perish
Look whom she best endowd she gave the more
Which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish
She carved thee for her seal and meant thereby
Thou shouldst print more not let that copy die
XII
When I do count the clock that tells the time
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night
When I behold the violet past prime
And sable curls all silverd oer with white
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd
And summers green all girded up in sheaves
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard
Then of thy beauty do I question make
That thou among the wastes of time must go
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow
And nothing gainst Times scythe can make defence
Save breed to brave him when he takes thee hence
XIII
O that you were yourself but love you are
No longer yours than you yourself here live
Against this coming end you should prepare
And your sweet semblance to some other give
So should that beauty which you hold in lease
Find no determination then you were
Yourself again after yourselfs decease
When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear
Who lets so fair a house fall to decay
Which husbandry in honour might uphold
Against the stormy gusts of winters day
And barren rage of deaths eternal cold
O none but unthrifts Dear my love you know
You had a father let your son say so
XIV
Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck
And yet methinks I have astronomy
But not to tell of good or evil luck
Of plagues of dearths or seasons quality
Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell
Pointing to each his thunder rain and wind
Or say with princes if it shall go well
By oft predict that I in heaven find
But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive
And constant stars in them I read such art
As truth and beauty shall together thrive
If from thyself to store thou wouldst convert
Or else of thee this I prognosticate
Thy end is truths and beautys doom and date
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When I consider every thing that grows
Holds in perfection but a little moment
That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows
Whereon the stars in secret influence comment
When I perceive that men as plants increase
Cheered and chequed even by the selfsame sky
Vaunt in their youthful sap at height decrease
And wear their brave state out of memory
Then the conceit of this inconstant stay
Sets you most rich in youth before my sight
Where wasteful Time debateth with Decay
To change your day of youth to sullied night
And all in war with Time for love of you
As he takes from you I engraft you new
XVI
But wherefore do not you a mightier way
Make war upon this bloody tyrant Time
And fortify yourself in your decay
With means more blessed than my barren rhyme
Now stand you on the top of happy hours
And many maiden gardens yet unset
With virtuous wish would bear your living flowers
Much liker than your painted counterfeit
So should the lines of life that life repair
Which this Times pencil or my pupil pen
Neither in inward worth nor outward fair
Can make you live yourself in eyes of men
To give away yourself keeps yourself still
And you must live drawn by your own sweet skill
XVII
Who will believe my verse in time to come
If it were filld with your most high deserts
Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life and shows not half your parts
If I could write the beauty of your eyes
And in fresh numbers number all your graces
The age to come would say This poet lies
Such heavenly touches neer touchd earthly faces
So should my papers yellowd with their age
Be scornd like old men of less truth than tongue
And your true rights be termd a poets rage
And stretched metre of an antique song
But were some child of yours alive that time
You should live twice in it and in my rhyme
XVIII
Shall I compare thee to a summers day
Thou art more lovely and more temperate
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May
And summers lease hath all too short a date
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines
And often is his gold complexion dimmd
And every fair from fair sometime declines
By chance or natures changing course untrimmd
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest
Nor shall Death brag thou wanderst in his shade
When in eternal lines to time thou growest
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see
So long lives this and this gives life to thee
XIX
Devouring Time blunt thou the lions paws
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tigers jaws
And burn the longlived phoenix in her blood
Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleets
And do whateer thou wilt swiftfooted Time
To the wide world and all her fading sweets
But I forbid thee one most heinous crime
O carve not with thy hours my loves fair brow
Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen
Him in thy course untainted do allow
For beautys pattern to succeeding men
Yet do thy worst old Time despite thy wrong
My love shall in my verse ever live young
XX
A womans face with Natures own hand painted
Hast thou the mastermistress of my passion
A womans gentle heart but not acquainted
With shifting change as is false womens fashion
An eye more bright than theirs less false in rolling
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth
A man in hue all hues in his controlling
Much steals mens eyes and womens souls amazeth
And for a woman wert thou first created
Till Nature as she wrought thee fell adoting
And by addition me of thee defeated
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing
But since she prickd thee out for womens pleasure
Mine be thy love and thy loves use their treasure
XXI
So is it not with me as with that Muse
Stirrd by a painted beauty to his verse
Who heaven itself for ornament doth use
And every fair with his fair doth rehearse
Making a couplement of proud compare
With sun and moon with earth and seas rich gems
With Aprils firstborn flowers and all things rare
That heavens air in this huge rondure hems
O let me true in love but truly write
And then believe me my love is as fair
As any mothers child though not so bright
As those gold candles fixd in heavens air
Let them say more than like of hearsay well
I will not praise that purpose not to sell
XXII
My glass shall not persuade me I am old
So long as youth and thou are of one date
But when in thee times furrows I behold
Then look I death my days should expiate
For all that beauty that doth cover thee
Is but the seemly raiment of my heart
Which in thy breast doth live as thine in me
How can I then be elder than thou art
O therefore love be of thyself so wary
As I not for myself but for thee will
Bearing thy heart which I will keep so chary
As tender nurse her babe from faring ill
Presume not on thy heart when mine is slain
Thou gavest me thine not to give back again
XXIII
As an unperfect actor on the stage
Who with his fear is put besides his part
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage
Whose strengths abundance weakens his own heart
So I for fear of trust forget to say
The perfect ceremony of loves rite
And in mine own loves strength seem to decay
Oercharged with burden of mine own loves might
O let my books be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my speaking breast
Who plead for love and look for recompense
More than that tongue that more hath more expressd
O learn to read what silent love hath writ
To hear with eyes belongs to loves fine wit
XXIV
Mine eye hath playd the painter and hath stelld
Thy beautys form in table of my heart
My body is the frame wherein tis held
And perspective it is the painters art
For through the painter must you see his skill
To find where your true image pictured lies
Which in my bosoms shop is hanging still
That hath his windows glazed with thine eyes
Now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done
Mine eyes have drawn thy shape and thine for me
Are windows to my breast wherethrough the sun
Delights to peep to gaze therein on thee
Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art
They draw but what they see know not the heart
XXV
Let those who are in favour with their stars
Of public honour and proud titles boast
Whilst I whom fortune of such triumph bars
Unlookd for joy in that I honour most
Great princes favourites their fair leaves spread
But as the marigold at the suns eye
And in themselves their pride lies buried
For at a frown they in their glory die
The painful warrior famoused for fight
After a thousand victories once foild
Is from the book of honour razed quite
And all the rest forgot for which he toild
Then happy I that love and am beloved
Where I may not remove nor be removed
XXVI
Lord of my love to whom in vassalage
Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit
To thee I send this written embassage
To witness duty not to show my wit
Duty so great which wit so poor as mine
May make seem bare in wanting words to show it
But that I hope some good conceit of thine
In thy souls thought all naked will bestow it
Till whatsoever star that guides my moving
Points on me graciously with fair aspect
And puts apparel on my tatterd loving
To show me worthy of thy sweet respect
Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee
Till then not show my head where thou mayst prove me
XXVII
Weary with toil I haste me to my bed
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind when bodys works expired
For then my thoughts from far where I abide
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide
Looking on darkness which the blind do see
Save that my souls imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view
Which like a jewel hung in ghastly night
Makes black night beauteous and her old face new
Lo thus by day my limbs by night my mind
For thee and for myself no quiet find
XXVIII
How can I then return in happy plight
That am debarrd the benefit of rest
When days oppression is not eased by night
But day by night and night by day oppressd
And each though enemies to eithers reign
Do in consent shake hands to torture me
The one by toil the other to complain
How far I toil still farther off from thee
I tell the day to please them thou art bright
And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven
So flatter I the swartcomplexiond night
When sparkling stars twire not thou gildst the even
But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer
And night doth nightly make griefs strength
seem stronger
XXIX
When in disgrace with fortune and mens eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state
And trouble deal heaven with my bootless cries
And look upon myself and curse my fate
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope
Featured like him like him with friends possessd
Desiring this mans art and that mans scope
With what I most enjoy contented least
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising
Haply I think on thee and then my state
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth sings hymns at heavens gate
For thy sweet love rememberd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings
XXX
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought
And with old woes new wail my dear times waste
Then can I drown an eye unused to flow
For precious friends hid in deaths dateless night
And weep afresh loves long since cancelld woe
And moan the expense of many a vanishd sight
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone
And heavily from woe to woe tell oer
The sad account of forebemoaned moan
Which I new pay as if not paid before
But if the while I think on thee dear friend
All losses are restored and sorrows end
XXXI
Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts
Which I by lacking have supposed dead
And there reigns love and all loves loving parts
And all those friends which I thought buried
How many a holy and obsequious tear
Hath dear religious love stoln from mine eye
As interest of the dead which now appear
But things removed that hidden in thee lie
Thou art the grave where buried love doth live
Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone
Who all their parts of me to thee did give
That due of many now is thine alone
Their images I loved I view in thee
And thou all they hast all the all of me
XXXII
If thou survive my wellcontented day
When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover
And shalt by fortune once more resurvey
These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover
Compare them with the bettering of the time
And though they be outstrippd by every pen
Reserve them for my love not for their rhyme
Exceeded by the height of happier men
O then vouchsafe me but this loving thought
Had my friends Muse grown with this growing age
A dearer birth than this his love had brought
To march in ranks of better equipage
But since he died and poets better prove
Theirs for their style Ill read his for his love
XXXIII
Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountaintops with sovereign eye
Kissing with golden face the meadows green
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride
With ugly rack on his celestial face
And from the forlorn world his visage hide
Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace
Even so my sun one early morn did shine
With all triumphant splendor on my brow
But out alack he was but one hour mine
The region cloud hath maskd him from me now
Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth
Suns of the world may stain when heavens sun staineth
XXXIV
Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day
And make me travel forth without my cloak
To let base clouds oertake me in my way
Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke
Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break
To dry the rain on my stormbeaten face
For no man well of such a salve can speak
That heals the wound and cures not the disgrace
Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief
Though thou repent yet I have still the loss
The offenders sorrow lends but weak relief
To him that bears the strong offences cross
Ah but those tears are pearl which thy love sheds
And they are rich and ransom all ill deeds
XXXV
No more be grieved at that which thou hast done
Roses have thorns and silver fountains mud
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud
All men make faults and even I in this
Authorizing thy trespass with compare
Myself corrupting salving thy amiss
Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are
For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense
Thy adverse party is thy advocate
And gainst myself a lawful plea commence
Such civil war is in my love and hate
That I an accessary needs must be
To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me
XXXVI
Let me confess that we two must be twain
Although our undivided loves are one
So shall those blots that do with me remain
Without thy help by me be borne alone
In our two loves there is but one respect
Though in our lives a separable spite
Which though it alter not loves sole effect
Yet doth it steal sweet hours from loves delight
I may not evermore acknowledge thee
Lest my bewailed guilt should do thee shame
Nor thou with public kindness honour me
Unless thou take that honour from thy name
But do not so I love thee in such sort
As thou being mine mine is thy good report
XXXVII
As a decrepit father takes delight
To see his active child do deeds of youth
So I made lame by fortunes dearest spite
Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth
For whether beauty birth or wealth or wit
Or any of these all or all or more
Entitled in thy parts do crowned sit
I make my love engrafted to this store
So then I am not lame poor nor despised
Whilst that this shadow doth such substance give
That I in thy abundance am sufficed
And by a part of all thy glory live
Look what is best that best I wish in thee
This wish I have then ten times happy me
XXXVIII
How can my Muse want subject to invent
While thou dost breathe that pourst into my verse
Thine own sweet argument too excellent
For every vulgar paper to rehearse
O give thyself the thanks if aught in me
Worthy perusal stand against thy sight
For whos so dumb that cannot write to thee
When thou thyself dost give invention light
Be thou the tenth Muse ten times more in worth
Than those old nine which rhymers invocate
And he that calls on thee let him bring forth
Eternal numbers to outlive long date
If my slight Muse do please these curious days
The pain be mine but thine shall be the praise
XXXIX
O how thy worth with manners may I sing
When thou art all the better part of me
What can mine own praise to mine own self bring
And what is t but mine own when I praise thee
Even for this let us divided live
And our dear love lose name of single one
That by this separation I may give
That due to thee which thou deservest alone
O absence what a torment wouldst thou prove
Were it not thy sour leisure gave sweet leave
To entertain the time with thoughts of love
Which time and thoughts so sweetly doth deceive
And that thou teachest how to make one twain
By praising him here who doth hence remain
XL
Take all my loves my love yea take them all
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before
No love my love that thou mayst true love call
All mine was thine before thou hadst this more
Then if for my love thou my love receivest
I cannot blame thee for my love thou usest
But yet be blamed if thou thyself deceivest
By wilful taste of what thyself refusest
I do forgive thy robbery gentle thief
Although thou steal thee all my poverty
And yet love knows it is a greater grief
To bear loves wrong than hates known injury
Lascivious grace in whom all ill well shows
Kill me with spites yet we must not be foes
XLI
Those petty wrongs that liberty commits
When I am sometime absent from thy heart
Thy beauty and thy years full well befits
For still temptation follows where thou art
Gentle thou art and therefore to be won
Beauteous thou art therefore to be assailed
And when a woman woos what womans son
Will sourly leave her till she have prevailed
Ay me but yet thou mightest my seat forbear
And chide try beauty and thy straying youth
Who lead thee in their riot even there
Where thou art forced to break a twofold truth
Hers by thy beauty tempting her to thee
Thine by thy beauty being false to me
XLII
That thou hast her it is not all my grief
And yet it may be said I loved her dearly
That she hath thee is of my wailing chief
A loss in love that touches me more nearly
Loving offenders thus I will excuse ye
Thou dost love her because thou knowst I love her
And for my sake even so doth she abuse me
Suffering my friend for my sake to approve her
If I lose thee my loss is my loves gain
And losing her my friend hath found that loss
Both find each other and I lose both twain
And both for my sake lay on me this cross
But heres the joy my friend and I are one
Sweet flattery then she loves but me alone
XLIII
When most I wink then do mine eyes best see
For all the day they view things unrespected
But when I sleep in dreams they look on thee
And darkly bright are bright in dark directed
Then thou whose shadow shadows doth make bright
How would thy shadows form form happy show
To the clear day with thy much clearer light
When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so
How would I say mine eyes be blessed made
By looking on thee in the living day
When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay
All days are nights to see till I see thee
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me
XLIV
If the dull substance of my flesh were thought
Injurious distance should not stop my way
For then despite of space I would be brought
From limits far remote where thou dost stay
No matter then although my foot did stand
Upon the farthest earth removed from thee
For nimble thought can jump both sea and land
As soon as think the place where he would be
But ah thought kills me that I am not thought
To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone
But that so much of earth and water wrought
I must attend times leisure with my moan
Receiving nought by elements so slow
But heavy tears badges of eithers woe
XLV
The other two slight air and purging fire
Are both with thee wherever I abide
The first my thought the other my desire
These presentabsent with swift motion slide
For when these quicker elements are gone
In tender embassy of love to thee
My life being made of four with two alone
Sinks down to death oppressd with melancholy
Until lifes composition be recured
By those swift messengers returnd from thee
Who even but now come back again assured
Of thy fair health recounting it to me
This told I joy but then no longer glad
I send them back again and straight grow sad
XLVI
Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
How to divide the conquest of thy sight
Mine eye my heart thy pictures sight would bar
My heart mine eye the freedom of that right
My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie
A closet never pierced with crystal eyes
But the defendant doth that plea deny
And says in him thy fair appearance lies
To cide this title is impanneled
A quest of thoughts all tenants to the heart
And by their verdict is determined
The clear eyes moiety and the dear hearts part
As thus mine eyes due is thy outward part
And my hearts right thy inward love of heart
XLVII
Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took
And each doth good turns now unto the other
When that mine eye is famishd for a look
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother
With my loves picture then my eye doth feast
And to the painted banquet bids my heart
Another time mine eye is my hearts guest
And in his thoughts of love doth share a part
So either by thy picture or my love
Thyself away art resent still with me
For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move
And I am still with them and they with thee
Or if they sleep thy picture in my sight
Awakes my heart to hearts and eyes delight
XLVIII
How careful was I when I took my way
Each trifle under truest bars to thrust
That to my use it might unused stay
From hands of falsehood in sure wards of trust
But thou to whom my jewels trifles are
Most worthy of comfort now my greatest grief
Thou best of dearest and mine only care
Art left the prey of every vulgar thief
Thee have I not lockd up in any chest
Save where thou art not though I feel thou art
Within the gentle closure of my breast
From whence at pleasure thou mayst come and part
And even thence thou wilt be stoln I fear
For truth proves thievish for a prize so dear
XLIX
Against that time if ever that time come
When I shall see thee frown on my defects
When as thy love hath cast his utmost sum
Calld to that audit by advised respects
Against that time when thou shalt strangely pass
And scarcely greet me with that sun thine eye
When love converted from the thing it was
Shall reasons find of settled gravity
Against that time do I ensconce me here
Within the knowledge of mine own desert
And this my hand against myself uprear
To guard the lawful reasons on thy part
To leave poor me thou hast the strength of laws
Since why to love I can allege no cause
L
How heavy do I journey on the way
When what I seek my weary travels end
Doth teach that ease and that repose to say
Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend
The beast that bears me tired with my woe
Plods dully on to bear that weight in me
As if by some instinct the wretch did know
His rider loved not speed being made from thee
The bloody spur cannot provoke him on
That sometimes anger thrusts into his hide
Which heavily he answers with a groan
More sharp to me than spurring to his side
For that same groan doth put this in my mind
My grief lies onward and my joy behind
LI
Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed
From where thou art why should I haste me thence
Till I return of posting is no need
O what excuse will my poor beast then find
When swift extremity can seem but slow
Then should I spur though mounted on the wind
In winged speed no motion shall I know
Then can no horse with my desire keep pace
Therefore desire of perfectst love being made
Shall neighno dull fleshin his fiery race
But love for love thus shall excuse my jade
Since from thee going he went wilfulslow
Towards thee Ill run and give him leave to go
LII
So am I as the rich whose blessed key
Can bring him to his sweet uplocked treasure
The which he will not every hour survey
For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure
Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare
Since seldom coming in the long year set
Like stones of worth they thinly placed are
Or captain jewels in the carcanet
So is the time that keeps you as my chest
Or as the wardrobe which the robe doth hide
To make some special instant special blest
By new unfolding his imprisond pride
Blessed are you whose worthiness gives scope
Being had to triumph being lackd to hope
LIII
What is your substance whereof are you made
That millions of strange shadows on you tend
Since every one hath every one one shade
And you but one can every shadow lend
Describe Adonis and the counterfeit
Is poorly imitated after you
On Helens cheek all art of beauty set
And you in Grecian tires are painted new
Speak of the spring and foison of the year
The one doth shadow of your beauty show
The other as your bounty doth appear
And you in every blessed shape we know
In all external grace you have some part
But you like none none you for constant heart
LIV
O how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
By that sweet ornament which truth doth give
The rose looks fair but fairer we it deem
For that sweet odour which doth in it live
The cankerblooms have full as deep a dye
As the perfumed tincture of the roses
Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly
When summers breath their masked buds discloses
But for their virtue only is their show
They live unwood and unrespected fade
Die to themselves Sweet roses do not so
Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made
And so of you beauteous and lovely youth
When that shall fade my verse distills your truth
LV
Not marble nor the gilded monuments
Of princes shall outlive this powerful rhyme
But you shall shine more bright in these contents
Than unswept stone besmeard with sluttish time
When wasteful war shall statues overturn
And broils root out the work of masonry
Nor Mars his sword nor wars quick fire shall burn
The living record of your memory
Gainst death and alloblivious enmity
Shall you pace forth your praise shall still find room
Even in the eyes of all posterity
That wear this world out to the ending doom
So till the judgment that yourself arise
You live in this and dwell in lovers eyes
LVI
Sweet love renew thy force be it not said
Thy edge should blunter be than appetite
Which but today by feeding is allayd
Tomorrow sharpend in his former might
So love be thou although today thou fill
Thy hungry eyes even till they wink with fullness
Tomorrow see again and do not kill
The spirit of love with a perpetual dullness
Let this sad interim like the ocean be
Which parts the shore where two contracted new
Come daily to the banks that when they see
Return of love more blest may be the view
Else call it winter which being full of care
Makes summers welcome thrice more wishd more rare
LVII
Being your slave what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire
I have no precious time at all to spend
Nor services to do till you require
Nor dare I chide the worldwithoutend hour
Whilst I my sovereign watch the clock for you
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be or your affairs suppose
But like a sad slave stay and think of nought
Save where you are how happy you make those
So true a fool is love that in your will
Though you do any thing he thinks no ill
LVIII
That god forbid that made me first your slave
I should in thought control your times of pleasure
Or at your hand the account of hours to crave
Being your vassal bound to stay your leisure
O let me suffer being at your beck
The imprisond absence of your liberty
And patience tame to sufferance bide each cheque
Without accusing you of injury
Be where you list your charter is so strong