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SHAKESPEARE'S w SONNETS BOSTON TTCKNOR AND FIELDS 1865
SHAKESPEARE'S
w
SONNETS
BOSTON
TTCKNOR
AND
FIELDS
1865
Riverside, Cambridge: Stereotyped and Printed by H. O. Houghton. Shoemaker ti. W. f06 7 8
Riverside,
Cambridge:
Stereotyped
and
Printed
by
H.
O.
Houghton.
Shoemaker
ti.
W.
f06
7
8
X-tffao
INDEX OF FIRST LINES. Page A woman's face, with nature's hand painted 26 own Accuse
INDEX
OF
FIRST
LINES.
Page
A
woman's
face,
with
nature's
hand
painted
26
own
Accuse
thus
that
have
scanted
all
123
I
me
;
Against
love
shall
be,
I
69
my
as
am
now
Against
that
time,
if
that
time
55
ever
come
,.
Ah
! wherefore
with
infection
should
he
live
73
Alack
!
what
poverty
brings
109
forth
my
muse
Alas,
'tis
I
have
here
116
true,
and
there
gone
As
a decrepit
father
takes
delight
43
As
unperfect
actor
the
29
an
stage
on
As
fast
thou
shalt
fast
thou
grow'st
17
as
wane,
so
Be
wise
thou
art
cruel
146
do
not
as
;
press
Being
slave,
what
should
I
do
but
tend
63
your
Beshrew
that
heart
that
makes
heart
139
to
my
groan
Betwixt
mine
and
heart
league
is
took
53
eye
a
But
be
contented
when
that
fell
arrest
80
:
But
do
thy
worst
to
steal
thyself
98
away
But
wherefore
do
not
a mightier
22
you
way
Canst
thou,
0
cruel
!
I
love
thee
not
155
say
Cupid
laid
by
his
brand,
and
fell asleep
159
Devouring
Time,
blunt
thou
the
lion's
25
paws
Farewell
!
thou
art
too
dear
for
possessing
93
my
For
shame
!
deny
that
thou
bear'st
love
16
to
any
From
fairest
creatures
desire
increase
7
we
From
have
I
been
absen
in
104
the
spring
you
t
Full
a glorious
morning
have
39
1
many
seen
iv Index of First Lines Page How I then return in happy plight 34 can
iv
Index
of First
Lines
Page
How
I then
return
in happy plight
34
can
How
44
can
my
muse
want
subject to invent
How
careful
I when
I
took
54
was
my
way
How
heavy
do
I journey
the
56
on
way
How
like
a winter
hath
absence
been
103
my
How
thou,
music, music
play'st
134
oft, when
my
How
sweet
and
lovely dost
thou
make
the
shame.
101
I grant
thou
wert
not
married
to
88
my
muse
that
did painting
need
'
89
I never
saw
you
dear
love
but
the
child
of
state
130
If my
were
If
the
dull
substance
flesh
thought
50
of my
were
.
If
there
be nothing
but
that, which
is
65
new,
If
thou
survive
well contented
day
38
my
If
soul
check
thee
that
I
142
thy
come
so
near
In
faith
I do
not
love
thee
with
mine
147
eyes
In
loving thee
thou
know*st
I
forsworn
158
am
In
the
old
black
not
counted
fair.
133
age
was
Is
it for
fear
to
wet
a widow's
15
eye
Is
it thy
will, thy
image
should
keep open
67
Let
confess
that
two
must
be
twain
42
me
Ave
Let
marriage
of
true
minds
122
not
to
the
me
Let
Ill
not
love
be
call'd
idolatry
my
Let
those
who
in favour
with
their
31
stars
are
Like
the
make
shore
waves
the pebbled
appetites more
towards
66
as
Like
make
124
to
keen
as,
our
Lo, as
careful
housewife
to catch
149
a
runs
"
Lo, in
the
orient
when
the gracious light
13
Look
in
thy
glass, and
tell
the
face
thou
viewest
9
Lord
of
whom
in vassalage
32
love, to
my
Love
148
sin, and
thy dear
virtue
hate
is my
Love
is too
to
know
what
conscience
is
157
young
Mine
and
heart
at
mortal
52
eye
are
a
war
Mine
hath
painter, and
hath
stell'd
30
play'd the
eye
Music
14
to
hear, why
hear'st
thou
music
sadly
"
My
glass shall
not
persuade
I
old
28
me
am
My
love
fever
longing
still
153
is as
a
My
love is strengthened,
though
weak
in seeming
108
more
My
mistress1
nothing
like
the
136
eyes
are
sun
My tongue-tied muse
in
holds
her
still
91
manners
No
longer mourn
for
when
I
dead
77
me
am
.'
No
be
griev'd at
that
which
thou
hast
done
41
more
No
' Time,
thou
129
shalt
not
boast
that
I
do
change
Index of First Lines. Page from stars judgment 20 Not the do pluck I my
Index
of First
Lines.
Page
from
stars
judgment
20
Not
the
do
pluck
I my
61
Not
marble,
not
the gilded
monuments
mine
the
prophetic soul
113
Not
fears, nor
own
0,
call not
145
me
to justify the wrong
,
0, for my
sake
do
with
fortune
chide
117
you
0, from
what
hast
thou
this powerful
might
156
power
0, how
I faint
when
do write
86
I of you
,
0 how
much
doth
beauty
beauteous
60
more
seem
0, how
thy worth
with
I sing
45
manners
may
0, lest
the
world
should
task
to recite
78
you
0
! what
hath
love
put
in
head
154
me
eyes
my
115
O,
that
I
false
of
heart
never
say
was
0 that
yourself
! but,
love, you
19
you
were
are
0 thou,
lovely boy, who
in thy
132
my
power
0 truant
Muse, what
shall
be
thy amends
107
,
Or
I shall
epitaph
to make
87
live your
Or whether
doth
mind, beiug crown'd
with
120
my
you
Poor
soul, the centre
sinful
earth
152
of my
,
Say that
thou
didst
forsake
for
fault
95
me
some
Shall
thee
to
summer's
day
24
I compare
a
"
".'.:
Sin
of self-love
possesseth
all mine
68
eye
Since
brass, nor
stone, nor
earth, nor
boundless
71
sea
Since
I left
mine
is in
mind
'.
119
you,
eye
my
So
I
the rich, whose
blessed
key
58
am
as
So
to
thoughts,
food
to
life
81
you
is it not
are
my
as
So
with
with
that
27
me
as
muse
So
I have
confess;d
that
he
is thine
140
now
So
oft have
I invok'd
thee
for
84
my
muse
So
shall I live, supposing
thou
art
true
99
Some
glory in their
birth, some
in then-
skill
97
,
Some
thy fault
is youth,
wantonness
102
say,
some
Sweet
love, renew
thy force
; be
it not
said
62
Take
all
loves, my
them
all
46
love, yea, take
my
That
God
forbid, that made
first your
slave
64
me
That
thou
art blam'd
shall
not
be
thy defect
76
That
thou
hast
her, it is not
may'st
all
grief
48
my
That
time
of
thou
in me
behold
79
year
That
unkind,
befriends
126
you
were
once
me
now
-
The
of
spirit in a waste
of
shame
135
expense
The
forward
violet thus
did
I
chide
105
The
glass will
show
thee
how
thy beauties
83
wear
The
160
little love-god lying once
asleep
The
other
two, slight air and purging
fire
51
vi Index of First Lines, Page Then hate when thou wilt 96 me ; if
vi
Index
of First Lines,
Page
Then
hate
when
thou
wilt
96
me
; if ever,
now
Then
let not
winter's
ragged
hand
deface
12
They
that
have
to
hurt
and
will
do
100
power
none
Thine
I love, and
they
as
pitying; me
188
eyes
Those
hours,
that
with
gentle work
did frame
11
Those
lines that
I before
have
writ, do
lie
121
Those
lips that
Love's
hand
did
make
151
own
Those
p.irts of thee
that
the world's
doth
view
76
eye
Those
that
liberty commits
Thou
pretty wrongs
art as tyrannous,
47
thou
art
137
so
as
Thou
blind
fool, Love, what
dost
thou
to mine
143
eyes
Thus
love
the
slow
offence
57
can
my
excuse
.,.
Thus
is his
cheek
the
74
map
of days outworn
Thy
bosom
is endeared
with
all hearts
37
Thy
gift, thy tables, are within
brain
128
my
Tir'd
with
all these,
for restful
death
72
I cry
5Tis better
to
be vile, than
vile esteemed
127
To
fair friend, you
be
old
110
me,
never
can
Two
loves
I have
of comfort
and
despair
150
Unthrifty loveliness,why dost thou
spend
10
Was
it the
full
sail of
his great verse
92
Weary
with
proud
toil, I haste
to
bed
33
me
my
Were
it aught
to
I bore
131
me
the canopy
What's
in
the
brain
that
ink
character
114
may
What
substance, whereof
made
59
is your
are
you
What
potions have
I drunk
of Syren
tears
125
When
forty winters
besiege thy brow
everything that
shall
8
When
I consider
21
grows
"
When
I do
count
the
clock
that
tells the
time
18
When
I have
by Time's
fell hand
defac'd
70
seen
When
in disgrace with
fortune
and
men's
35
eyes
When
in the chronicle
of wasted
time
112
When
49
most
I wink,
then
do
mine
best
eyes
see
When
love
that
she
my
is made
of truth.
144
swears
When
thou
shalt
be disposed
light
94
to
set
me
When
to
the sessions
of
36
sweet
Where
art
thou, Muse,
that
thou
silent thought
forget'st so long
106
Whilst
I alone
did
thy
aid
85
call upon
Who
is it that
most
? which
90
says
can
say
more
Who
will believe
in
time
23
verse
to
my
come
Whoever
hath
her wish,
thou
hast
thy will
141
Why
didst
thou
promise
such
a beauteous
day
40
Why
barren
is my
of
82
verse
so
pride
new
;
Your
love
and
pity doth
118
the impression fill
"
SONNETS. i. From fairest desire increase. creatures we That thereby beauty's rose might die, never
SONNETS.
i.
From
fairest
desire
increase.
creatures
we
That
thereby beauty's rose
might
die,
never
But
the
riper
should
by
time
decease,
as
His
tender
heir
might
bear
his
memory
:
But
thou,
contracted
thine
bright eyes,
to
own
Feed'st
thy light's flame
with
self-substantial
fuel,
Making
famine
where
abundance
lies,
a
Thyself
thy foe,
thy
self
cruel.
to
sweet
too
Thou
that
the
world's
fresh
art
now
ornament,
And
only
herald
the
gaudy
spring,
to
Within
thine
bud
buriest
thy
own
content,
And,
tender
churl, mak'st
in niggarding.
waste
Pity the
world,
else
this
glutton be,
or
To
the
world's
due,
by
the
and
thee.
eat
grave
Shakespeare's Sonnets. 11. When forty winters And dig deep trenches shall besiege thy brow, in
Shakespeare's Sonnets.
11.
When
forty winters
And
dig deep trenches
shall besiege thy brow,
in thy beauty's field,
Thy
youth's proud livery, so gaz'd on
now,
held
Will
be
a tatter'd
weed,
of
small
worth
:
Then
being ask'd
where
Where
all the
all thy beauty lies,
of thy lusty days ;
treasure
To
say, within
thine
deep sunken
own
eyes,
Were
thriftless praise.
all-eating shame, and
an
How
much
praise deserv'd
thy
beauty's use,
more
fair child
of
If
mine
thou
couldst
u
This
answer
"
"
Shall
and
make
old
count,
my
excuse
sum
my
"
Proving his beauty by succession
thine.
This
be
new-made
when
thou
old,
to
art
were
And
thy blood
when
thou
feel'st it cold,
see
warm
Shakespeare's Sonnets, ill. Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest, Now is
Shakespeare's Sonnets,
ill.
Look
in thy glass, and
tell the
face
thou
viewest,
Now
is the
time
that
face
should
form
another
;
Whose
fresh
Thou
dost
repair if now
beguile the
thou
not
renewest,
world, unbless
mother.
some
For
where
is
she
so fair, whose
un-ear'd
womb
Disdains
the tillage of thy husbandry ?
Or
who
is
he
fond, will
be
the
tomb
so
Of
his self-love, to stop posterity ?
Thou
thy mother's
glass, and
she
in
thee
art
Calls
back
the
lovely April of her
prime :
So
thou
through windows
of
thine
shalt
age
see,
Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time.
But
if thou
live, remember'd
not
be,
to
Die
single, and
thine
image
dies with
thee.
Shakespeare *s Sonnets. io IV. Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend Upon thyself thy beauty's
Shakespeare *s Sonnets.
io
IV.
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou
spend
Upon thyself thy beauty's legacy ?
Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,
And
being frank, she lends
those
free.
to
are
Then,
beauteous
niggard, why dost thou
abuse
The
bounteous
largess given thee
to
give ?
Profitless
why
dost
thou
usurer,
use
So
of
live ?
great
sum
canst
not
a
sums,
yet
For having traffic with thyself alone,
Thou
of thyself thy sweet
self dost
deceive.
Then
how,
when
calls thee
be
nature
to
gone,
What
acceptable audit canst
thou
leave
?
The
unus'd
beauty must
be
tomb'd
with
thee.
Which,
used, lives
be.
thy executor
to
Shakespeare's Sonnets. II v. Those hours, that with gentle work did frame The lovely gaze
Shakespeare's Sonnets.
II
v.
Those
hours, that with
gentle work
did frame
The
lovely gaze where
doth
dwell,
every
eye
Will
play the
the
tyrants to
very
same,
And
that
unfair
which
fairly doth
excel
;
For never-resting time leads summer
on
To
hideous
winter, and
confounds
him
there
;
Sap checkM
with
frost, and
lusty leaves
quite gone,
Beauty o'ersnow'd, and bareness
everywhere :
Then, were
summer's
distillation left,
not
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
Beauty's effect with beauty were
bereft,
Nor
it, nor
remembrance
what
it
no
was.
But
flowers
distilFd,though they with
winter
meet,
Leese
but
their show
their
substance
still lives sweet.
j
Shakespeare's Sonnets. 12 VI. Then let winter's not ragged hand deface In thee thou be
Shakespeare's Sonnets.
12
VI.
Then
let
winter's
not
ragged hand
deface
In
thee
thou
be
distill'd :
thy summer,
ere
Make
thou
place
sweet
phial j treasure
some
some
With
it be self-kill'd.
beauty's treasure,
ere
That
is
forbidden
use
not
usury,
Which
happies those
that
the
willing loan ;
pay
That's
for thyself to
breed
another
thee,
Or
times
happier, be
it
for
ten
ten
one
;
Ten
times
thyself were
happier than
thou
art,
If
of
thine
times refigur'd thee :
ten
ten
Then, what
could
death
do
if thou
shouldst
depart,
Leaving thee living in posterity ?
Be
self-will'd, for thou
much
fair
not
art
too
To
be Death's
and
make
thine
heir.
conquest,
worms
Shakespeare's Sonnets, 13 VII. Lo, in the orient when the gracious light Lifts under up
Shakespeare's Sonnets,
13
VII.
Lo,
in
the
orient
when
the gracious light
Lifts
under
up
his burning head, each
homage to his new-appearing sight,
eye
Doth
Serving with
looks
his sacred
And
having climb'd
the
majesty ;
heavenly hill,
steep-up
Resembling
youth in his
middle
strong
age,
Yet
mortal
looks
adore
his beauty still,
Attending on
But
when
from
his golden pilgrimage ;
high-most pitch, with
weary
car,
Like
feeble
he
reeleth
from
the
day,
age,
The
'fore duteous, now
converted
are
eyes,
From
his
low
look
another
tract, and
way
:
So
thou, thyself outgoing in thy noon,
Unlook'd
diest, unless
thou
a
son.
on
get
Shakespeare's Sonnets lq. VIII. Music hear, why hear'st thou music sadly; to Sweets with not,
Shakespeare's Sonnets
lq.
VIII.
Music
hear, why
hear'st
thou
music
sadly;
to
Sweets
with
not, joy delights in joy.
sweets
war
Why
lov'st thou
that
which
thou
receiv'st
gladly ?
not
Or
else receiv'st with
pleasure thine
?
annoy
If
the
concord
of well-tuned
sounds,
true
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
string, sweet
husband
to another,
one
Strikes
each
in
each
by mutual
ordering ;
Resembling sire and
child
and- happy mother,
Who
all
in
pleasing note
do
sing :
one,
one
Whose
seeming one,
speechless song, being many,
Sings this to
thee, " thou
none."
single wilt prove
Shakespeare's Sonnets. 15 IX. Is it for fear a widow's to wet eye, That thou
Shakespeare's Sonnets.
15
IX.
Is
it for
fear
a widow's
to
wet
eye,
That
thou
consum'st
thyself in single life ?
Ah
! if thou
issueless
shalt
hap to
die,
The
world
will
wail
thee, like
makeless
wife
a
:
The
world
will
be
thy widow,
and still weep,
That
thou
form
of
thee
hast
left behind,
no
When
private widow
well
keep,
every
may
By children's
her
husband's
shape
in
mind.
eyes,
Look,
what
unthrift
in
the
world
doth spend,
an
Shifts
but
his place, for
still the
world
enjoys it ;
But beauty's waste
hath
in
the
world
end,
an
And
kept unus'd, the
destroys it.
user
so
No
love
toward
others
in
that
bosom
sits,
That
himself
such
murderous
shame
commits.
on
1 6 Shakespeare's Sonnets. x. For shame ! deny that thou bear'st love to any,
1 6
Shakespeare's Sonnets.
x.
For
shame
! deny that
thou
bear'st love
to
any,
Who
for thyself art so improvident.
Grant
if thou
But,
that
thou
wilt, thou
lov'st, is most
belov'd
of
art
many,
evident;
none
For
thou
possess'd with
murderous
hate,
art
so
That
'gainst thyself thou
stick'st not
to conspire,
Seeking that beauteous
roof
to ruinate,
Which
to repair should
change thy thought, that
be
thy chief
desire.
I
mind
!
O
may
fairer
change my
gentle love
?
Shall hate
be
lodg'd than
Be, as
is, gracious and kind,
thy presence
Or
thyself, at least, kind-hearted
to
prove
;
another
self, for love
Make
thee
of
me,
live
in
thine
thee.
That
beauty still may
or
Shakespeare's Sonnets. iy XI. As fast thou fast thou as shalt wane, so In of
Shakespeare's Sonnets.
iy
XI.
As
fast
thou
fast thou
as
shalt wane,
so
In
of
thine, from
that which
grow'st
thou departest ;
one
And
that fresh
blood
which
youngly thou
bestow'st,
Thou
may'st call thine, when
thou
from
youth
convertest.
Herein
lives wisdom,
beauty, and
increase
;
Without
this, folly, age,
and
cold
decay :
If
minded
times
should
all were
so, the
cease,
And
threescore
would
make
the
world
years
away.
Let
those
whom
hath
made
nature
not
for store,
Harsh, featureless, and rude, barrenly perish :
Look
whom
she
best
endow'd, she
the
gave
more
;
Which
shouldst
in bounty cherish
bounteous
gift thou
;
She
carv'd
thee
for
her
seal, and
meant
thereby,
let that
die.
Thou
shouldst
print more,
nor
copy
2
Shakespeare $ Sonnets. 1 8 XII. When I do the clock that tells the time,
Shakespeare $ Sonnets.
1 8
XII.
When
I
do
the
clock
that
tells the
time,
count
And
the
brave
day sunk
in hideous
night ;
see
When
I behold
the
violet past prime,
white
And
sable
curls, all silver'd
o'er with
-,
When
lofty trees
I
barren
of leaves,
see
Which
from
heat
the
herd,
erst
did canopy
And
summer's
all girded up
in sheaves,
green
Borne
the
bier
with
white
and
bristly beard ;
on
Then
of
thy beauty do
I question make,
That
thou
the
of
time
wastes
must
go,
among
Since
and
beauties
do
themselves
forsake,
sweets
And
die
fast
they see
others
as
as
grow
;
make
defence,
And
nothing 'gainst Time's
scythe can
Save
him
when
he
takes
thee
hence.
breed, to
brave
Shakespeare!s Sonnets. 19 XIII. O that yourself ! but, love, you are you were longer
Shakespeare!s Sonnets.
19
XIII.
O that
yourself ! but, love, you
are
you
were
longer yours
Against this coming end
No
than
yourself here
live :
you
should
you
prepare,
And
semblance
other give.
sweet
to
your
some
So
should
hold
in
lease
that beauty which
you
Find
determination
then
:
no
you
were
Yourself
again, after yourselPs decease,
When
issue
form
should
bear.
sweet
sweet
your
your
Who
lets
fair a
house
fall
decay,
to
so
Which
husbandry in honour
might uphold
of winter's
Against the stormy
day,
gusts
And
barren
of death's
eternal
cold?
rage
O
!
but
unthrifts
Dear
love, you
know
none
:
my
"
You
had
father; let your
son
say
so.
a
Shakespeare's Sonnets. 20 XIV. Not from the do I judgment pluck; stars my And yet
Shakespeare's Sonnets.
20
XIV.
Not
from
the
do
I
judgment pluck;
stars
my
And
yet methinks
I
have
astronomy,
But
tell
of
to
good, or
evil luck,
not
Of
plagues, of dearths, or
season's
quality :
Nor
I fortune
brief
minutes
tell,
to
can
Pointing to each
his thunder, rain, and
wind,
Or
well,
princes if it shall
say, with
go
By
oft predict that
I
in
heaven
find
:
But
from
thine
knowledge I derive,
eyes
my
I
read
such
And
(constant stars) in them
truth and beauty shall together thrive,
art,
As
If
wouldst
from
Or
else
Thy
end
thyself to store
this I prognosticate,
and beauty's doom
thou
convert
:
of
thee
and
date.
is truth's
Shakespeare 's Sonnets. 21 xv. When I consider thing that grows every Holds in perfection
Shakespeare 's Sonnets.
21
xv.
When
I consider
thing that grows
every
Holds
in perfection but
a little moment,
this huge stage presenteth nought but
shows
That
Whereon
the
in
influence
stars
secret
comment
;
When
I perceive that
as plants increase,
men
Cheered
and
check'
d
by
the
selfsame
sky ;
even
Vaunt
in their youthful sap,
at height decrease,
And
their
brave
state
out
wear
of memory
;
Then
the
conceit
of
this
inconstant
stay
Sets
rich
in youth before
sight,
most
you
my
Where
wasteful
time
debateth
with decay,
sullied
To
night ;
change your
day of youth to
with
time,
for
love
of
And,
all in
war
you,
As
he
takes
from
I engraft you
new.
you,
Shakespeare s Sonnets. 22 XVI. But wherefore do a mightier way not you ? Make
Shakespeare s Sonnets.
22
XVI.
But
wherefore
do
a mightier way
not
you
?
Make
this bloody tyrant, Time
war
upon
And
fortifyyourself in your decay
barren
With
blessed
than
rhyme ?
means
more
my
Now
stand
the
of happy
hours
on
top
;
you
And
maiden
gardens, yet unset,
many
With
virtuous
wish
would
bear
living flowers,
your
Much
liker
than
painted counterfeit:
your
So
should
the
lines
of
life that
life repair,
Which
this, Time's
pencil, or
pupil pen,
my
Neither
in inward
worth,
outward
fair,
nor
of
Can
make
live yourself in eyes
men.
you
To
give away
yourself,keeps yourself still;
skill.
And
live, drawn
sweet
you
must
by your
own
Shakespeare1s Sonnets. 23 XVII. Who will believe in time my verse to come, If it
Shakespeare1s Sonnets.
23
XVII.
Who
will believe
in
time
my
verse
to
come,
If
it
fill'd with
high deserts
?
most
were
your
Though
Heaven
knows,
it is
but
tomb
yet
as
a
Which
hides
life, and shows
not
your
half your
parts.
If
I
could
write
the
beauty of your
eyes,
And
in
fresh
numbers
number
all your
graces,
The
would
this
lies,
to
age
come
say,
poet
Such
heavenly touches
ne'er
touch'd
earthly faces.
So
should
yellow'd with
their age,
my
papers,
Be
scorn'd, like
old
of
less
truth
than
men
tongue
;
And
rights be term'd
a poet's rage,
true
your
And
stretched
of
antique song
metre
an
:
But
child
of
alive that
time,
were
some
yours
You
should
live
twice; "
in
it, and
in
rhyme.
my
Shakespeare's Sonnets* 24 XVIII. Shall thee a summer's day ? to I compare Thou lovely
Shakespeare's Sonnets*
24
XVIII.
Shall
thee
a summer's
day ?
to
I compare
Thou
lovely and more
art
:
more
temperate
Rough
winds
do
shake
the darling buds
of May,
And
summer's
lease
hath
date
all too
short
a
:
Sometime
hot
the
of
heaven
shines,
too
eye
And
often
is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And
fair from
fair sometime
declines,.
every
By chance,
nature's
changing course,
untrimm'd
or
;
But
thy eternal
shall
fade,
not
summer
Nor
lose possession of that
fair thou
owest;
wander'st
in
his
Nor
shall Death
brag thou
shade,
When
in eternal
lines
time
thou
to
growest
;
So
long as
breathe, or
men
can
eyes
can
see,
So
long
lives
this, and
this
gives life to
thee.
Shakespeare's Sonnets* 25 XIX. Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws, And make the earth
Shakespeare's Sonnets*
25
XIX.
Devouring Time,
blunt
thou
the
lion's
paws,
And
make
the
earth
devour
her
brood
sweet
own
;
Pluck
the
keen
teeth
from
the fierce tiger'sjaws,
And
burn
the long-liv'd phoenix in her blood
;
Make
glad and
thou
fleets,
sorry
seasons,
as
And
do
whate'er
thou
wilt, swift-footed
Time,
To
the
wide
world, and
all
her
fading sweets
;
But
I
forbid
thee
heinous
crime
most
:
one
O
with
thy hours
love's
not
carve
my
Nor
draw
lines there
with
thine
fair brow,
antique pen
no
;
Him
in
untainted
do
allow,
thy course
For
beauty's pattern to succeeding men.
Yet,
do
old
Time:
despite thy wrong,
thy worst,
My
love
shall
in
verse
ever
my
live young.
26 Shakespeare's Sonnets, xx. hand A woman's face, with nature's painted, own Hast thou, the
26
Shakespeare's Sonnets,
xx.
hand
A
woman's
face, with
nature's
painted,
own
Hast
thou, the
master-mistress
of
passion ;
my
A woman's
gentle heart, but not
acquainted
fashion
With
;
An
shifting change, as is false women's
bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
eye
more
Gilding the object whereupon
it gazeth ;
in hue,
all hues
in his controlling.
A man
Which
steals men's
and
women's
souls
amazeth.
eyes,
And
for
thou
first created
wert
a
woman
;
Till
Nature, as
she
wrought thee, fell a-doting,
And
by addition
of
thee
defeated,
me
By
adding one
thing to
nothing.
my
purpose
she prick'd thee
for women's
But
since
pleasure,
out
thy love's
their
Mine
be
thy love, and
use
treasure.
Shakespeare *s Sonnets. 27 XXI. So is it with with that not me as muse,
Shakespeare *s Sonnets.
27
XXI.
So
is
it
with
with
that
not
me
as
muse,
Stirr'd
by a
painted beauty to
his
verse
;
Who
heaven
itself for
doth
ornament
use,
And
fair with
his
fair doth
rehearse
every
;
Making
a couplement
of proud compare,
With
and
with
earth
and
sea's
rich
sun
moon,
gems,
With
April's first-born
flowers, and
all things rare
That
heaven's
air
in
his huge
rondure
hems.
O let
in love, but
truly write,
true
me,
And
then
believe
love
is as
fair
me,
my
As
mother's
child, though not
bright
so
any
As
those
gold candles
fix'd in heaven's
air:
Let
them
that
like
of
hearsay well ;
say
more
I
will
sell.
not
praise, that
not
to
purpose
28 Shakespeare* s Sonnets* XXII. I My glass shall not persuade me old, am date
28
Shakespeare* s
Sonnets*
XXII.
I
My
glass shall not
persuade me
old,
am
date
So
of
long as
youth and
thou
are
one
;
But
when
in
thee
Time's
furrows
I behold,
days should
Then
look
I
death
expiate.
my
For
all that
beauty that
doth
thee,
cover
Is
but
the
seemly raiment
of
heart,
my
in
Which
in
thy breast
doth
live, as
thine
me
;
How
I
then
be
elder
than
thou
art?
can
O
therefore, love, be of thyself so
wary,
As
for myself but
Bearing thy heart, which
I
for
thee
will ;
not
I
will
keep
chary
so
As
tender
her
babe
from
faring ill.
nurse
Presume
thy heart
when
mine
is slain
not
on
;
Thou
gav'st me
thine, not
give back
again.
to
Shakespeare fs Sonnets. 29 XXIII. As unperfect actor an on the stage, Who with his
Shakespeare fs Sonnets.
29
XXIII.
As
unperfect actor
an
on
the stage,
Who
with
his
fear
besides
his
is put
part,
Or
some
Whose
So I, for
fierce thing replete with
strength's abundance
forget to
much
too
rage,
weakens
his
heart
own
;
fear
of
trust,
say
The
of love's
rite,
perfect ceremony
And
in
mine
love's strength seem
own
O'ercharg'd with
burthen
of
mine
to decay,
love's might.
own
O let
books
be
then
the eloquence
my
And
dumb
of
speaking breast
presagers
my
;
Who
plead for
love, and
look
for recompence,
More
than
that
hath
express'd.
that tongue
more
more
O
learn
read
what
silent love
hath
writ
to
:
To
hear
with
belongs to love's
fine wit.
eyes
Shakespeare 's Sonnets. 30 XXIV. Mine hath play'd the painter, and hath stell'd eye Thy
Shakespeare 's Sonnets.
30
XXIV.
Mine
hath
play'd the painter, and
hath
stell'd
eye
Thy beauty's form
in table
of
heart
my
;
My
body is the
frame
wherein
'tis held,
And
perspective it is best painter's art.
For
through the painter must
his skill,
you
see
To
find where
image pictur'd lies,
true
your
Which
in my bosom's shop is hanging still,
That
hath
his windows
glazed with
thine
eyes.
Now
what
good
for
have
done
see
turns
eyes
eyes
;
Mine
have
drawn
thy shape, and
thine
for
eyes
me
Are
windows
to
breast, where-through the sun
my
Delights to peep,
therein
thee
to
gaze
on
;
Yet
this cunning want
their art,
to
eyes
grace
They
draw
but
what
the
heart.
they see,
know
not
Shakespeare's Sonnets. 31 XXV. Let those who in favour with are their stars. Of public
Shakespeare's Sonnets.
31
XXV.
Let
those
who
in favour
with
are
their stars.
Of
public honour
and
proud titles boast,
Whilst
I, whom
fortune
of
such
triumph bars,
Unlook'd
for joy in
that
I honour
most.
Great
princes' favourites
their
fair leaves
spread,
But
the
marigold at the
sun's
as
eye
;
And
in themselves
their
pride lies buried,
For
frown
their
glory die.
at
they in
a
The
painful warrior
famoused
for fight,
After
a thousand
victories
foil'd,
once
Is
from
the
book
of honour
razed
quite,
And
all the
forgot for which
he
toil'd :
rest
Then
I, that
love
and
belov'd,
happy
am
Where
I
be
remov'd.
may
not
remove,
nor
Shakespeare s Sonnets, 32 XXVI. Lord of love, to whom in vassalage my Thy merit
Shakespeare s Sonnets,
32
XXVI.
Lord
of
love, to
whom
in vassalage
my
Thy
merit
hath
duty strongly knit,
my
To
thee
I
send
this written
embassage,
To
witness
duty, not
show
wit.
to
my
Duty so
wit
mine
great, which
so
poor
as
show
it ;
May
make
bare, in wanting words
to
seem
But
that
I hope
good conceit
of
thine
some
In
thy soul's
it :
thought, all naked, will bestow
Till
whatsoever
that guides by moving,
star
Points
graciously with
on
me
fair aspect,
And
tatter'd
puts, apparel on
loving,
my
To
show
worthy
of
thy sweet
respect
:
me
Then
I
dare
boast
how
I
do
love
thee,
to
may
show
head
where
thou
Till then, not
may'st prove
me.
my
Shakespeare 's Sonnets. 33 XXVII. bed, Weary with toil, I haste me to my for
Shakespeare 's Sonnets.
33
XXVII.
bed,
Weary
with
toil, I haste
me
to
my
for limbs
with
travel
tir'd ;
The
dear
repose
But
then
begins a journey in my
head,
expir'd :
To
work.
mind, when
body's work's
my
I abide)
For
then
my
Intend
zealous
a
And
keep
thoughts (from far where
pilgrimage to thee,
drooping eyelids open
wide,
my
Looking on
darkness
which
the
blind
do
see
:
Save
that
soul's imaginary sight
my
Presents
thy shadow
sightless view,
to
my
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.
Shakespeare s Sonnets* 34 XXVIII. How I then in happy plight, can return That debarr'd
Shakespeare s Sonnets*
34
XXVIII.
How
I
then
in happy plight,
can
return
That
debarr'd
the
benefit
of
?
rest
am
When
day's oppression is not
eas'd by night,
But
day by night and
night by day oppress'd ?
And
each, though enemies
either's
reign,
to
Do
in
shake
hands
consent
to
torture
me,
The
by toil, the
other
to
complain
one
How
far
I toil, still farther
off
from
thee.
I
tell the
day, to
please him, thou
art bright,
when
clouds
do
blot
the
heaven
And
dost
him
:
grace
So flatter I the swart-complexion'd night ;
When
sparkling stars twire
thou
gild'st the even.
not,
But
day doth
daily draw
my
sorrows
And
night doth nightly make
longer,
griefs length seem
stronger.
Shakespeare's Sonnets. 35 XXIX. and men's When I all alone in disgrace with beweep fortune
Shakespeare's Sonnets.
35
XXIX.
and
men's
When
I
all alone
in disgrace with
beweep
fortune
eyes,
outcast
state,
my
bootless
And
trouble
deaf
Heaven
with
cries,
my
And
look
myself, and curse
fate,
upon
my
rich
Wishing me
like
in hope,
to
one
more
Featur'd
with
friends possess'd,
like him,
like
him
and
that
man's
Desiring this man's
art,
scope,
With
what
I
enjoy contented
least ;
most
Yet
in
these
thoughts myself almost
despising,
and
then
Haply I think
(Like to
thee, "
state
on
my
the
lark
break
of day arising
at
From
sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's
gate ;
For
love remember'd, such
wealth
thy sweet
brings,
with kings.
That
then
I
change my
state
to
scorn
36 Shakespeare's Sonnets. XXX. When the sessions of silent thought to sweet remembrance of things
36
Shakespeare's Sonnets.
XXX.
When
the
sessions
of
silent thought
to
sweet
remembrance
of things past,
I summon
up
I sigh the
lack
of
thing I sought,
many
a
And
with
old
wail
dear
time's
waste
woes
new
my
Then
I
drown
unus'd
flow,
to
can
an
eye,
For
in death's
dateless
precious friends
hid
night,
And
afresh
love's
long-since cancell'd
woe,
weep
a vanish'd
And
the
of
sight.
moan
expense
many
Then
I grieve at grievances foregone,
can
And
heavily from
tell o'er
to
woe
woe
The
sad
of fore-bemoaned
account
moan,
Which
I
if
paid before.
not
new
pay
as
But
if the
while
I
think
thee, dear friend,
on
losses
end.
All
restor'd, and sorrows
are
Shakespeare' *s Sonnets, 37 XXXI. Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts, Which I by
Shakespeare' *s Sonnets,
37
XXXI.
Thy
bosom
is endeared
with
all hearts,
Which
I by lacking have
supposed dead
;
And
there
reigns love
and
all love's loving parts,
And
all those
friends
which
I thought buried.
How
holy and
obsequious tear
many
a
Hath
dear religious love
stolen
from
mine
eye
As
interest
of
the
dead, which
now
appear
But
things remov'd,
that
hidden
in
thee
lie !
Thou
the
where
buried
love
doth
live,
art
grave
Hung
with
the
trophies of my
lovers
gone,
Who
all their
of
thee
did
give ;
parts
me
to
That
due
of
is thine
alone
many
now
:
Their
images I lov'd
I
view
in
thee,
And
thou
(allthey) hast
all
the
all of
me.
38 Shakespeare's Sonnets. XXXII. If thou survive well contented day, my When that churl Death
38
Shakespeare's Sonnets.
XXXII.
If thou
survive
well contented
day,
my
When
that churl
Death
bones
with
dust
shall cover,
my
And
shalt by fortune
once
more
re-survey
These
rude
lines
of thy deceased
lover,
poor
Compare them
with
the bettering of the
time
;
And
though they be outstripp'd by every
pen,
for
Reserve
them
for
love, not
their
rhyme,
my
Exceeded
by
the
O then
vouchsafe
height of happier men.
this loving thought !
but
me
friend's
with
"
Had
this growing age,
my
muse
grown
A dearer
birth than
this
his
love
had brought,
To
march
in
ranks
of better
equipage :
But
since
he
died, and
better
poets
prove,
Theirs
for their
style I'll read, his
for
his
love."
.
Shakespeare's Sonnets. 39 XXXIII. Full I a glorious morning have seen many Flatter the mountain
Shakespeare's Sonnets.
39
XXXIII.
Full
I
a glorious morning have
seen
many
Flatter
the
mountain
with
sovereign eye,
tops
Kissing with
golden face
the
meadows
green,
Gilding pale streams
with heavenly alchymy,
Anon
permit the
basest
clouds
ride
to
With
ugly rack
his celestial
face,
on
And
from
the
forlorn
world
Stealing unseen
with
his visage hide,
this disgrace :
to
west
Even
early morn
did
shine
so
my
sun
one
With
all triumphant splendour on
brow
my
;
But
! alack
! he
but
hour
mine,
out
was
one
The
hath
mask'd
him
from
region cloud
me
now.
Yet
him
for
this
love
whit
disdaineth
no
my
;
Suns
of
the world
stain, when
heaven's
staineth.
sun
may
Shakespeare's Sonnets. 40 XXXIV. Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day, And make travel
Shakespeare's Sonnets.
40
XXXIV.
Why
didst thou
promise such
a beauteous
day,
And
make
travel
forth
without
cloak,
me
my
To
let base
clouds
o'ertake
in
me
my
way,
smoke
?
Hiding thy bravery in their rotten
that
cloud
thou
'Tis
enough
through the
break,
not
To
dry the
rain
storm-beaten
face,
on
my
For
well
of
such
salve
speak,
no
man
a
can
That
heals
the wound,
and
the disgrace :
cures
not
Nor
thy shame
give physic to
grief;
can
my
thou
I
have
still the
loss :
Though
repent,
yet
offender's
lends
but
relief
The
weak
sorrow
To
him
that bears
the
offence's
strong
cross.
thy love
Ah
! but
those
pearl which
sheds,
tears
are
And
rich, and
all ill deeds.
they are
ransom
Shakespeare 's Sonnets. 4.1 xxxv. No be griev'd at that which thou hast done more
Shakespeare 's Sonnets.
4.1
xxxv.
No
be
griev'd at that
which
thou
hast
done
more
:
Roses
have
thorns, and
silver fountains
mud
;
Clouds
and eclipses stain both
and
moon
sun,
And
loathsome
canker
lives
in
bud.
sweetest
All
make
faults, and
I in this,
men
even
Authorising thy trespass with compare,
Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss,
Excusing thy sins more
than
thy sins
are
:
For
thy sensual
fault
to
I bring in
sense,
(Thy
adverse
And
party is thy advocate)
'gainstmyself a lawful plea commence
:
Such
civil war
is in
love
and
hate,
my
That
I
needs
be
an
must
accessory
To
that
thief which
sourly robs
from
sweet
me.
Shakespeare 's Sonnets. 42 XXXVI. Let confess that be twain, two must me we undivided
Shakespeare 's Sonnets.
42
XXXVI.
Let
confess
that
be
twain,
two
must
me
we
undivided
loves
Although our
are
one
:
So
shall those
blots
that
do
with
remain,
me
Without
thy help, by me
be
borne
alone.
In
loves
there
is but
one
respect,
our
two
Though
in
lives a separable spite,
our
Which
though
it alter
love's
sole effect,
not
Yet
doth
it steal
hours
from
sweet
I
acknowledge thee,
not
may
evermore
Lest
bewailed
guilt should
do
thee
shame
;
my
Nor
thou
with
public kindness
honour
me,
Unless
thou
take
that honour
from
thy
name
:
But
do
I
love
thee
in
such
not
sort,
so
;
As
thou
being mine, mine
is thy good report.

love's delight.

Shakespeare*s Sonnets. 43 XXXVII. As a decrepit father takes delight To his active child do
Shakespeare*s Sonnets.
43
XXXVII.
As
a decrepit father takes delight
To
his active
child
do
deeds
of youth,
see
So
I, made
lame
by fortune's
dearest
spite,
Take
all my
comfort
of
thy worth
and
truth
;
For
whether
beauty, birth, or
wealth, or
wit,
Or
of
these
all, or
all, or
any
more,
Entitled
in
do
crowned
sit,
thy parts
I
make
love
engrafted to
this
store
my
:
So
then
I
despis'd,
am
not
lame, poor,
nor
Whilst
that
this shadow
doth
such
substance
give,
That
I
in
thy abundance
sufficed,
am
And
by a
of
part
all thy glory live.
-
Look
what
is best, that
best
I
wish
in
thee
;
This
wish
I
have
then
times
happy me
!
ten
\
Shakespeare's Sonnets* 44 XXXVIII. How subject to invent, muse want can my While thou dost
Shakespeare's Sonnets*
44
XXXVIII.
How
subject to invent,
muse
want
can
my
While
thou
dost breathe, that
pour'st into my
verse
Thine
excellent
sweet
own
argument,
too
For
vulgar paper
rehearse
?
to
every
O, give thyself the
thanks, if aught in me
Worthy
perusal stand against thy sight ;
For
who's
dumb
that
write
thee,
cannot
to
so
When
thou
thyself dost give
invention
light ?
Be
thou
the
tenth
times
in
worth
ten
muse,
more
Than
those
old
nine, which
rhymers
invocate
;
And
he
that
calls
thee, let him
bring forth
on
Eternal
numbers
outlive
long date.
to
If
slight muse
do please these
curious
days,
my
The
mine, but
shall
be
the
pain be
thine
praise.
Shakespeare *s Sonnets, 45 XXXIX. O, how thy worth with I sing, manners may all
Shakespeare *s Sonnets,
45
XXXIX.
O,
how
thy worth
with
I sing,
manners
may
all the
better
of
?
When
thou
art
part
me
What
mine
praise to mine
own
can
own
And
what
is't but
mine
when
self bring ?
I praise thee ?
own,
Even
for
this
let
divided
live,
us
And
dear
love
lose
of single one,
our
name
That
by this separation I may
give
That
thou
alone.
due
thee, which
deserv'st
to
O
absence, what
would'st
thou
torment
a
prove,
Were
it
thy
leisure
leave
not
sweet
sour
gave
To
entertain
the
time
with
thoughts of love,
(Which time
and
thoughts so
sweetly doth
deceive,)
And
that
thou
teachest
how
make
twain,
to
one
By praising him here, who
doth
hence
remain.
46 Shakespeares Sonnets. XL. Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all ;
46
Shakespeares Sonnets.
XL.
Take
all my
loves, my
love, yea,
take
them
all ;
What
hast
thou
then
than
thou
hadst
before
?
more
No
love, my
love, that
thine, before
thou
may'st true
love
call ;
All
mine
thou
hadst
this
was
more.
Then
if for
love
thou
love receivest,
my
my
blame
thee, for
love
thou
usest
I cannot
my
;
But
be
blam'd, if thou
thyself deceivest
yet
By wilful
of
what
thyself refusest.
taste
I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief,
Although thou
steal thee
all my
poverty
;
And
love
knows,
it is a
grief
yet
greater
To
bear
love's
than
hate's known
injury.
wrong,
Lascivious
in
whom
all ill well
shows,
grace,
Kill
with
spites; yet we
be
foes.
must
not
me
Shakespeare's Sonnets. 47 XLI. Those that liberty commits, pretty wrongs from When I sometime absent
Shakespeare's Sonnets.
47
XLI.
Those
that liberty commits,
pretty wrongs
from
When
I
sometime
absent
thy heart,
am
full well
befits,
Thy
beauty and
thy years
For
where
thou
still temptation follows
art.
Gentle
thou
and
therefore
be
art,
to
won,
Beauteous
art, therefore
be
assail'd ;
thou
to
And
when
what
woman's
son
a
woman
woos,
Will
sourly leave
her
till she
have
prevail'd.
Ah
! but
thou
might'st my
forbear,
seat
me
yet
And
chide thy beauty and thy strayingyouth,
Who
lead
thee
in
their
riot
there
even
forc'd
break
a two-fold
truth
Where
thou
art
to
;
Hers, by thy beauty tempting her
to
thee,
Thine,
by thy beauty being false to
me.
48 Shakespeare' 's Sonnets. XLII. That thou hast her, it is not all my grief,
48
Shakespeare' 's Sonnets.
XLII.
That
thou
hast
her, it is not
all my
grief,
And
be
said
I
lov'd
her
dearly ;
yet
it may
That
she
hath
thee, is of
my
A
loss
in
love
that
touches
wailing chief,
nearly.
me
more
Loving offenders, thus
I
will
excuse
ye
:
"
Thou
dost
love
her, because
thou
know'st
I
love
her
;
And
for
sake
doth
she
abuse
my
even
so
me,
Suffering my
friend
for
sake
her.
to
my
approve
If
I
lose
loss
is
love's
thee, my
gain,
my
And
losing her, my
friend
hath
found
that
loss ;
Both
find
each
other, and
I
lose
both
twain,
And
both
for
sake
lay on
this
me
cross
:
my
But
here's
the
joy ; my
friend
and'
I
are
one
;
Sweet
alone.
flattery !
then
she
loves
but
me
Shakespeare's Sonnets, 49 XLIII. When I wink, then do mine best most eyes see, for
Shakespeare's Sonnets,
49
XLIII.
When
I wink,
then
do
mine
best
most
eyes
see,
for
all the
day they view
things unrespected :
But
when
I sleep, in
dreams
on
darkly bright, are
they look
bright in dark
thee,
directed
And
;
Then
thou
whose
shadow
shadows
doth
make
bright,
would
thy shadow's
form
form
How
happy show
To
the
clear
day with
thy much
clearer
light,
shines
?
When
to unseeing eyes
(I say) mine
thy shade
so
be
made
would
blessed
How
eyes
By
looking on
thee
When
in
dead
living day,
night thy fair imperfect shade
in
the
Through
heavy sleep on
sightless eyes doth
stay ?
All
days are
nights to
till I
thee,
see,
see
And nights, bright days, when
dreams
do
show
thee
me.
Shakespeare's Sonnets. r0 XLIV. If the dull substance of flesh were thought, my Injurious distance
Shakespeare's Sonnets.
r0
XLIV.
If
the
dull substance
of
flesh were
thought,
my
Injurious distance
should
not
stop
my
way
;
For
I
would
be brought
then, despite of space,
From
limits
where
thou
dost
far remote,
stay.
No
then, although my
foot
did stand
matter
farthest
remov'd
Upon
the
earth
from
thee,
For
nimble
thought can
jump both
and
land,
sea
As
think
the place where
he
would
be.
soon
as
ah ! thought
kills me,
that
I
But
thought,
not
am
To
leap large lengths of miles
when
thou
art
gone,
But
wrought,
that, so
much
of
earth
and
water
I
attend
time's
leisure
with
must
moan
my
;
Receiving nought by elements
slow.
so
badges of either's woe.
But
heavy tears,
Shakespeare*^ Sonnets. 5 1 XLV. The other slight air and purging fire, two, thee, wherever
Shakespeare*^ Sonnets.
5
1
XLV.
The
other
slight air and
purging fire,
two,
thee, wherever
I
Are
both
with
abide
;
The
first my
thought, the other
desire,
my
These
swift
motion
slide.
present-absent with
For
when
these
quicker elements
are
gone
In
tender
embassy
of
love
thee,
to
My
of
four, with
alone,
life being made
two
Sinks
down
to death, oppress'd with melancholy ;
Until
life's composition
be recur'd
those
swift
return'd
from
By
thee,
messengers
Who
but
back
again, assur'd
even
now
come
Of
thy fair health, recounting it to
me
:
This
told, I joy ; but
then
longer glad,
no
sad.
I send
them
back
again, and straight grow
Shakespeare 's Sonnets. 52 XL VI. Mine and heart mortal are at eye a war,
Shakespeare 's Sonnets.
52
XL
VI.
Mine
and
heart
mortal
are
at
eye
a
war,
How
divide
of thy sight "
to
the conquest
Mine
heart
thy picture's sight would
bar,
eye
my
My
heart
mine
the
freedom
of
that
right.
eye
My
heart
doth
plead, that thou
in
him
dost
lie,
(A closet
pierc'd with crystal eyes,)
never
But
the defendant
doth
that plea deny,
And
in
him
lies.
says
thy fair appearance
To
'cide this title is impannelled
A
of thoughts, all tenants
the
heart
quest
to
j
And
by their verdict
is determined
The
clear eye's moiety, and
eye's due
right thine
the
dear
heart's
part :
As
thus
mine
is thine
outward
part,
j
And
heart's
inward
love
of heart.
my
Shakespeare 's Sonnets. 53 XLVII. Betwixt mine and heart a league is took, eye each
Shakespeare 's Sonnets.
53
XLVII.
Betwixt
mine
and
heart
a league is took,
eye
each
doth
the
And
good
other
turns
now
unto
:
When
that
mine
is famish'd
for
look,
a
eye
Or
heart
in
love
with
sighs himself
doth
smother,
love's picture then
doth
With
feast,
my
my
eye
bids
heart
And
the painted banquet
to
my
:
heart's
Another
time
mine
eye
is my
guest,
doth
And
in his thoughts of love
share
a
part :
So, either
by thy picture or
love,
my
Thyself away
still with
art
present
me
;
For
thou
farther
than
not
my
move,
And
I
still with
them,
and
thoughts canst
they with
thee
am
;
Or
if they sleep, thy picture in my
sight
Awakes
heart
heart's and
eye's delight.
to
my
Shakespeare's Sonnets, 54 XLVIII. How careful I when I took was my way, Each trifle
Shakespeare's Sonnets,
54
XLVIII.
How
careful
I
when
I
took
was
my
way,
Each
trifle under
bars
to thrust,
truest
That,
it might
unused
to
stay
my
use,
wards
of
!
From
hands
of falsehood, in sure
trust
jewels trifles are,
But
my
Most
thou, to
worthy comfort, now
whom
my
greatest grief,
mine
Thou,
best
of dearest, and
only care,
Art
left the
of
vulgar thief.
prey
every
Thee
have
I
lock'd
in
chest,
not
up
any
I
Save
thou
feel
where
though
thou
art
not,
art,
Within
the gentle closure
of
breast,
my
and
From
whence
at pleasure thou
may'st come
part
;
And
thence
thou
wilt
be
stolen
I fear,
even
For
truth
thievish
for
prize so
dear.
a
proves
Shakespeare's Sonnets. 55 XLIX. Against that time, if ever that time come, When I shall
Shakespeare's Sonnets.
55
XLIX.
Against that
time, if ever
that
time
come,
When
I
shall
thee
frown
defects,
see
on
my
/
his
When
thy love
hath
cast
utmost
sum,
as
Call'd
that
audit
by advis'd
to
respects.;
time, when
thou
shalt strangely pass,
Against that
thine
And
scarcely greet me
with
that
sun,
eye,
When
love, converted
from
the
thing it was,
Shall
find
of settled
gravity ;
reasons
I
here
Against that time
knowledge of mine
do
ensconce
me
Within
the
desert,
own
And
this
hand
against myself uprear,
my
To
guard the lawful
reasons
on
thy part :
To
leave
thou
hast
poor
me
Since, why
love, I can
the strength of laws,
allege no
to
cause.
56 Shakespeare' }s Sonnets* How heavy do I journey on the way, When travel's what
56
Shakespeare' }s Sonnets*
How
heavy do
I journey on
the
way,
When
travel's
what
I seek, "
end, "
my
weary
Dofh
teach
that
and
that
to
ease
repose
say,
"
" Thus
far
the
miles
measur'd
from
thy friend
!
are
The
beast
that
bears
tired with
me,
my
woe,
Plods
dully on,
bear
that
weight in me,
to
As
if by
instinct
the
wretch
did
know
some
His
rider lov'd
speed, being made
from
thee
not
:
The
bloody spur
provoke him
cannot
on
That
sometimes
thrusts
into
his hide,
anger
Which
heavily he answers
with
a
groan,
More
sharp to
than
spurring to
his
side
me
;
For
that
doth
this
in
mind,
same
groan
put
my
My
grief lies onward, and
joy behind.
my
Shakespeare 's Sonnets. $7 LI. offence love the slow Thus excuse can my from thee
Shakespeare 's Sonnets.
$7
LI.
offence
love
the
slow
Thus
excuse
can
my
from
thee
I speed :
Of
dull bearer, when
my
should
I
thence
?
thou
haste
From
where
art
me
need.
Till
why
of posting is no
I return,
beast
then
find,
O,
what
will
excuse
my
poor
but
slow
?
When
swift
extremity can
seem
wind
Then
should
I
though mounted
the
on
spur,
;
motion
shall
I
speed no
know
In winged
:
Then
horse
with
desire
keep
can
no
my
pace
;
Therefore
desire, of perfect love
being made,
Shall
neigh (no dull
flesh) in his
fiery race
;
But
love, for
love, thus
shall
jade ;
excuse
my
Since
from
thee
going he
wilful
slow,
went
Towards
thee
and
give him
leave
to
I'll run,
go.
58 Shakespeare's Sonnets. LII. So I the rich, whose blessed key am as Can bring
58
Shakespeare's Sonnets.
LII.
So
I
the
rich, whose
blessed
key
am
as
Can
bring him
his
up-locked treasure,
to
sweet
The
which
he
will
hour
not
every
survey,
For
point of seldom
blunting the
fine
pleasure.
Therefore
feasts
solemn
and
so
are
so
rare,
Since
seldom
coming,
in
the
long year
set,
Like
of
worth
they thinly placed are,
stones
Or
captain jewels in the
carcanet.
So
is the
time
that
keeps you,
chest,
as
my
Or
the
wardrobe
which
the
robe
doth
hide,
as
To
make
special instant
special-blest,
some
By
unfolding his imprison'd pride.
new
Blessed
whose
worthiness
are
gives scope,
you,
Being
had, to
triumph, being lack'd, to
hope.
Shakespeare's Sonnets. 59 LIII. What is your substance, whereof made, are you That millions shadows
Shakespeare's Sonnets.
59
LIII.
What
is your substance, whereof
made,
are
you
That
millions
shadows
tend
?
of strange
on
you
Since
one's
shade,
every
one
hath, every
one,
And
but
shadow
lend.
you,
one,
can
every
Describe
Adonis, and
the
counterfeit
Is poorly imitated
after you
;
On
Helen's
cheek
all art
And
in Grecian
tires
of beauty set,
painted new
you