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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 remov'd 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, time's leisure with my moan; Receiving nought by elements so slow But heavy tears, badges of either's woe.

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The other two, slight air, and purging fire Are both with thee, wherever I abide; The first my thought, the other my desire, These present-absent 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, oppress'd with melancholy; Until life's composition be recur'd By those swift messengers return'd from thee, Who even but now come back again, assur'd, 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.

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Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war, How to divide the conquest of thy sight; Mine eye my heart thy picture's 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 pierc'd with crystal eyes— But the defendant doth that plea deny, And says in him thy fair appearance lies. To 'cide this title is impannelled A quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart; And by their verdict is determined The clear eye's moiety, and the dear heart's part: As thus; mine eye's due is thy outward part, And my heart's right, thy inward love of heart.

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Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took, And each doth good turns now unto the other: When that mine eye is famish'd for a look, Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother, With my love's picture then my eye doth feast, And to the painted banquet bids my heart; Another time mine eye is my heart's guest, And in his thoughts of love doth share a part: So, either by thy picture or my love, Thy self away, art present 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 heart's and eye's delight.

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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 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 lock'd 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 stol'n I fear, For truth proves thievish for a prize so dear.

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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, Call'd to that audit by advis'd 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 my self 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.

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How heavy do I journey on the way, When what I seek, my weary travel's 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 lov'd 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.

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Thus can my love excuse the slow offence f my dull bearer when from thee I speed: rom where thou art why should I haste me thence? ill I return, of posting is no need. ! what excuse will my poor beast then find, hen swift extremity can seem but slow? hen should I spur, though mounted on the wind, n winged speed no motion shall I know, hen can no horse with my desire keep pace; herefore desire, of perfect'st love being made, hall neigh— no dull flesh— in his fiery race; ut love, for love, thus shall excuse my jade,—
 * 'Since from thee going, he went wilful-slow,
 * Towards thee I'll run, and give him leave to go.'

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So am I as the rich, whose blessed key, an bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, he which he will not every hour survey, or blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. herefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, ince, seldom coming in that long year set, ike stones of worth they thinly placed are, r captain jewels in the carcanet. o is the time that keeps you as my chest, r as the wardrobe which the robe doth hide, o make some special instant special-blest, y new unfolding his imprison'd pride.
 * Blessed are you whose worthiness gives scope,
 * Being had, to triumph; being lacked, to hope.

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What is your substance, whereof are you made, hat millions of strange shadows on you tend? ince every one, hath every one, one shade, nd you but one, can every shadow lend. escribe Adonis, and the counterfeit s poorly imitated after you; n Helen's cheek all art of beauty set, nd you in Grecian tires are painted new: peak of the spring, and foison of the year, he one doth shadow of your beauty show, he other as your bounty doth appear; nd you in every blessed shape we know.
 * In all external grace you have some part,
 * But you like none, none you, for constant heart.

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O! how much more doth beauty beauteous seem y that sweet ornament which truth doth give. he rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem or that sweet odour, which doth in it live. he canker blooms have full as deep a dye s the perfumed tincture of the roses. ang on such thorns, and play as wantonly hen summer's breath their masked buds discloses: ut, for their virtue only is their show, hey live unwoo'd, and unrespected fade; ie to themselves. Sweet roses do not so; f their sweet deaths, are sweetest odours made:
 * And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,
 * When that shall vade, by verse distills your truth.

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Not marble, nor the gilded monuments f princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme; ut you shall shine more bright in these contents han unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time. hen wasteful war shall statues overturn, nd broils root out the work of masonry, or Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire shall burn he living record of your memory. Gainst death, and all-oblivious enmity hall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room ven in the eyes of all posterity hat wear this world out to the ending doom.
 * So, till the judgment that yourself arise,
 * You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes.

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Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said hy edge should blunter be than appetite, hich but to-day by feeding is allay'd, o-morrow sharpened in his former might: o, love, be thou, although to-day thou fill hy hungry eyes, even till they wink with fulness, o-morrow see again, and do not kill he spirit of love, with a perpetual dulness. et this sad interim like the ocean be hich parts the shore, where two contracted new ome daily to the banks, that when they see eturn of love, more blest may be the view;
 * Or call it winter, which being full of care,
 * Makes summer's welcome, thrice more wished, more rare.

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Being your slave what should I do but tend, nUpon the hours, and times of your desire? nI have no precious time at all to spend; nNor services to do, till you require. nNor dare I chide the world-without-end hour, nWhilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, nNor think the bitterness of absence sour, nWhen you have bid your servant once adieu; nNor dare I question with my jealous thought nWhere you may be, or your affairs suppose, nBut, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought nSave, where you are, how happy you make those.
 * So true a fool is love, that in your will,
 * Though you do anything, he thinks no ill.

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That god forbid, that made me first your slave, should in thought control your times of pleasure, r at your hand the account of hours to crave, eing your vassal, bound to stay your leisure! ! let me suffer, being at your beck, he imprison'd absence of your liberty; nd patience, tame to sufferance, bide each check, ithout accusing you of injury. e where you list, your charter is so strong hat you yourself may privilege your time o what you will; to you it doth belong ourself to pardon of self-doing crime.
 * I am to wait, though waiting so be hell,
 * Not blame your pleasure be it ill or well.

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If there be nothing new, but that which is ath been before, how are our brains beguil'd, hich labouring for invention bear amiss he second burthen of a former child! ! that record could with a backward look, ven of five hundred courses of the sun, how me your image in some antique book, ince mind at first in character was done! hat I might see what the old world could say o this composed wonder of your frame; h'r we are mended, or wh'r better they, r whether revolution be the same.
 * O! sure I am the wits of former days,
 * To subjects worse have given admiring praise.

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Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, o do our minutes hasten to their end; ach changing place with that which goes before, n sequent toil all forwards do contend. ativity, once in the main of light, rawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd, rooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight, nd Time that gave doth now his gift confound. ime doth transfix the flourish set on youth nd delves the parallels in beauty's brow, eeds on the rarities of nature's truth, nd nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
 * And yet to times in hope, my verse shall stand.
 * Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.

Sonnet 60, published Variation
Like as the waves make towards the pibled shore, o do our minutes hasten to their end, ach changing place with that which goes before, n sequent toile all forwards do contend. ativity once in the maine of light, rawles to maturity, wherewith being crown'd, rooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight, nd time that gave, doth now his gift confound. ime doth transfixe the Horish set on youth nd delves the paralels in beauties brow, eeds on the rarities of nature's truth, nd nothing stands but for his seith to mow:
 * And yet to times in hope, my verse shall stand.
 * Praising thy worth, dispight his cruell hand.

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Is it thy will, thy image should keep open y heavy eyelids to the weary night? ost thou desire my slumbers should be broken, hile shadows like to thee do mock my sight? s it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee o far from home into my deeds to pry, o find out shames and idle hours in me, he scope and tenure of thy jealousy? , no! thy love, though much, is not so great: t is my love that keeps mine eye awake: ine own true love that doth my rest defeat, o play the watchman ever for thy sake:
 * For thee watch I, whilst thou dost wake elsewhere,
 * From me far off, with others all too near.

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Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye nd all my soul, and all my every part; nd for this sin there is no remedy, t is so grounded inward in my heart. ethinks no face so gracious is as mine, o shape so true, no truth of such account; nd for myself mine own worth do define, s I all other in all worths surmount. ut when my glass shows me myself indeed eated and chopp'd with tanned antiquity, ine own self-love quite contrary I read; elf so self-loving were iniquity.
 * 'Tis thee,— myself,— that for myself I praise,
 * Painting my age with beauty of thy days.

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Against my love shall be as I am now, ith Time's injurious hand crush'd and o'erworn; hen hours have drain'd his blood and fill'd his brow ith lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn ath travell'd on to age's steepy night; nd all those beauties whereof now he's king re vanishing, or vanished out of sight, tealing away the treasure of his spring; or such a time do I now fortify gainst confounding age's cruel knife, hat he shall never cut from memory y sweet love's beauty, though my lover's life:
 * His beauty shall in these black lines be seen,
 * And they shall live, and he in them still green.

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When I have seen by Time's fell hand defac'd he rich-proud cost of outworn buried age; hen sometime lofty towers I see down-raz'd, nd brass eternal slave to mortal rage; hen I have seen the hungry ocean gain dvantage on the kingdom of the shore, nd the firm soil win of the watery main, ncreasing store with loss, and loss with store; hen I have seen such interchange of state, r state itself confounded, to decay; uin hath taught me thus to ruminate— hat Time will come and take my love away.
 * This thought is as a death which cannot choose
 * But weep to have, that which it fears to lose.

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Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea ut sad mortality o'ersways their power, ow with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, hose action is no stronger than a flower? , how shall summer's honey breath hold out gainst the wrackful siege of batt'ring days, hen rocks impregnable are not so stout, or gates of steel so strong, but Time decays? fearful meditation! where, alack, hall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid? r what strong hand can hold his swift foot back? r who his spoil of beauty can forbid?
 * O, none, unless this miracle have might,
 * That in black ink my love may still shine bright.

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Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, s to behold desert a beggar born, nd needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, nd purest faith unhappily forsworn, nd gilded honour shamefully misplac'd, nd maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, nd right perfection wrongfully disgrac'd, nd strength by limping sway disabled nd art made tongue-tied by authority, nd folly—doctor-like—controlling skill, nd simple truth miscall'd simplicity, nd captive good attending captain ill:
 * Tir'd with all these, from these would I be gone,
 * Save that, to die, I leave my love alone.

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Ah! wherefore with infection should he live, nd with his presence grace impiety, hat sin by him advantage should achieve, nd lace itself with his society? hy should false painting imitate his cheek, nd steel dead seeming of his living hue? hy should poor beauty indirectly seek oses of shadow, since his rose is true? hy should he live, now Nature bankrupt is, eggar'd of blood to blush through lively veins? or she hath no exchequer now but his, nd proud of many, lives upon his gains.
 * O! him she stores, to show what wealth she had
 * In days long since, before these last so bad.

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Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn, hen beauty lived and died as flowers do now, efore these bastard signs of fair were born, r durst inhabit on a living brow; efore the golden tresses of the dead, he right of sepulchres, were shorn away, o live a second life on second head; re beauty's dead fleece made another gay: n him those holy antique hours are seen, ithout all ornament, itself and true, aking no summer of another's green, obbing no old to dress his beauty new;
 * And him as for a map doth Nature store,
 * To show false Art what beauty was of yore.

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Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view ant nothing that the thought of hearts can mend; ll tongues— the voice of souls— give thee that due, ttering bare truth, even so as foes commend. hy outward thus with outward praise is crown'd; ut those same tongues, that give thee so thine own, n other accents do this praise confound y seeing farther than the eye hath shown. hey look into the beauty of thy mind, nd that in guess they measure by thy deeds; hen— churls— their thoughts, although their eyes were kind, o thy fair flower add the rank smell of weeds:
 * But why thy odour matcheth not thy show,
 * The soil is this, that thou dost common grow.

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That thou art blam'd shall not be thy defect, or slander's mark was ever yet the fair; he ornament of beauty is suspect, crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air. o thou be good, slander doth but approve hy worth the greater being woo'd of time; or canker vice the sweetest buds doth love, nd thou present'st a pure unstained prime. hou hast passed by the ambush of young days ither not assail'd, or victor being charg'd; et this thy praise cannot be so thy praise, o tie up envy, evermore enlarg'd,
 * If some suspect of ill mask'd not thy show,
 * Then thou alone kingdoms of hearts shouldst owe.

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No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it, for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe. O! if,— I say you look upon this verse, When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse; But let your love even with my life decay; Lest the wise world should look into your moan, And mock you with me after I am gone.

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O! lest the world should task you to recite What merit lived in me, that you should love After my death,— dear love, forget me quite, For you in me can nothing worthy prove; Unless you would devise some virtuous lie, To do more for me than mine own desert, And hang more praise upon deceased I Than niggard truth would willingly impart: O! lest your true love may seem false in this That you for love speak well of me untrue, My name be buried where my body is, And live no more to shame nor me nor you. For I am shamed by that which I bring forth, And so should you, to love things nothing worth.

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That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed, whereon it must expire, Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well, which thou must leave ere long.

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But be contented: when that fell arrest Without all bail shall carry me away, My life hath in this line some interest, Which for memorial still with thee shall stay. When thou reviewest this, thou dost review The very part was consecrate to thee: The earth can have but earth, which is his due; My spirit is thine, the better part of me: So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life, The prey of worms, my body being dead; The coward conquest of a wretch's knife, Too base of thee to be remembered. The worth of that is that which it contains, And that is this, and this with thee remains.

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So are you to my thoughts as food to life, Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground; And for the peace of you I hold such strife As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found. Now proud as an enjoyer, and anon Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure; Now counting best to be with you alone, Then better'd that the world may see my pleasure: Sometime all full with feasting on your sight, And by and by clean starved for a look; Possessing or pursuing no delight, Save what is had, or must from you be took. Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day, Or gluttoning on all, or all away.

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Why is my verse so barren of new pride, So far from variation or quick change? Why with the time do I not glance aside To new-found methods, and to compounds strange? Why write I still all one, ever the same, And keep invention in a noted weed, That every word doth almost tell my name, Showing their birth, and where they did proceed? O! know sweet love I always write of you, And you and love are still my argument; So all my best is dressing old words new, Spending again what is already spent: For as the sun is daily new and old, So is my love still telling what is told.

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Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear, Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste; These vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear, And of this book, this learning mayst thou taste. The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show Of mouthed graves will give thee memory; Thou by thy dial's shady stealth mayst know Time's thievish progress to eternity. Look! what thy memory cannot contain, Commit to these waste blanks, and thou shalt find Those children nursed, deliver'd from thy brain, To take a new acquaintance of thy mind. These offices, so oft as thou wilt look, Shall profit thee and much enrich thy book.

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So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse, And found such fair assistance in my verse As every alien pen hath got my use And under thee their poesy disperse. Thine eyes, that taught the dumb on high to sing And heavy ignorance aloft to fly, Have added feathers to the learned's wing And given grace a double majesty. Yet be most proud of that which I compile, Whose influence is thine, and born of thee: In others' works thou dost but mend the style, And arts with thy sweet graces graced be; But thou art all my art, and dost advance As high as learning, my rude ignorance.

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Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid, My verse alone had all thy gentle grace; But now my gracious numbers are decay'd, And my sick Muse doth give an other place. I grant, sweet love, thy lovely argument Deserves the travail of a worthier pen; Yet what of thee thy poet doth invent He robs thee of, and pays it thee again. He lends thee virtue, and he stole that word From thy behaviour; beauty doth he give, And found it in thy cheek: he can afford No praise to thee, but what in thee doth live. Then thank him not for that which he doth say, Since what he owes thee, thou thyself dost pay.

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O! how I faint when I of you do write, Knowing a better spirit doth use your name, And in the praise thereof spends all his might, To make me tongue-tied speaking of your fame! But since your worth—wide as the ocean is,— The humble as the proudest sail doth bear, My saucy bark, inferior far to his, On your broad main doth wilfully appear. Your shallowest help will hold me up afloat, Whilst he upon your soundless deep doth ride; Or, being wrack'd, I am a worthless boat, He of tall building, and of goodly pride: Then if he thrive and I be cast away, The worst was this,—my love was my decay.

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Or I shall live your epitaph to make, Or you survive when I in earth am rotten. From hence your memory death cannot take, Although in me each part will be forgotten. Your name from hence immortal life shall have, Though I, once gone, to all the world must die. The earth can yield me but a common grave, When you entombéd in men's eyes shall lie. Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'erread, And tongues to be your being shall rehearse When all the breathers of this world are dead. You still shall live—such virtue hath my pen— Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.

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I grant thou wert not married to my Muse, And therefore mayst without attaint o'erlook The dedicated words which writers use Of their fair subject, blessing every book. Thou art as fair in knowledge as in hue, Finding thy worth a limit past my praise; And therefore art enforced to seek anew Some fresher stamp of the time-bettering days. And do so, love; yet when they have devis'd, What strained touches rhetoric can lend, Thou truly fair, wert truly sympathiz'd In true plain words, by thy true-telling friend; And their gross painting might be better us'd      Where cheeks need blood; in thee it is abus'd.

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I never saw that you did painting need, And therefore to your fair no painting set; I found, or thought I found, you did exceed That barren tender of a poet's debt: And therefore have I slept in your report, That you yourself, being extant, well might show How far a modern quill doth come too short, Speaking of worth, what worth in you doth grow. This silence for my sin you did impute, Which shall be most my glory being dumb; For I impair not beauty being mute, When others would give life, and bring a tomb. There lives more life in one of your fair eyes Than both your poets can in praise devise.

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Who is it that says most, which can say more, Than this rich praise,— that you alone, are you? In whose confine immured is the store Which should example where your equal grew. Lean penury within that pen doth dwell That to his subject lends not some small glory; But he that writes of you, if he can tell That you are you, so dignifies his story, Let him but copy what in you is writ, Not making worse what nature made so clear, And such a counterpart shall fame his wit, Making his style admired every where. You to your beauteous blessings add a curse, Being fond on praise, which makes your praises worse.

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My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still, While comments of your praise richly compil'd, Reserve their character with golden quill, And precious phrase by all the Muses fil'd. I think good thoughts, whilst others write good words, And like unlettered clerk still cry 'Amen' To every hymn that able spirit affords, In polish'd form of well-refined pen. Hearing you praised, I say ' 'tis so, 'tis true,' And to the most of praise add something more; But that is in my thought, whose love to you, Though words come hindmost, holds his rank before. Then others, for the breath of words respect, Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect.

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Was it the proud full sail of his great verse, Bound for the prize of (all too precious) you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write, Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead? No, neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him aid, my verse astonished. He, nor that affable familiar ghost Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors of my silence cannot boast, I was not sick of any fear from thence. But when your countenance fill'd up his line, Then lacked I matter, that enfeebled mine.

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Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate, The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing: My bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting, And for that riches where is my deserving? The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting, And so my patent back again is swerving. Thy self thou gav'st, thy own worth then not knowing, Or me to whom thou gav'st it, else mistaking, So thy great gift, upon misprision growing, Comes home again, on better judgement making. Thus have I had thee as a dream doth flatter, In sleep a King, but waking no such matter.

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When thou shalt be dispos'd to set me light, And place my merit in the eye of scorn, Upon thy side, against myself I'll fight, And prove thee virtuous, though thou art forsworn. With mine own weakness, being best acquainted, Upon thy part I can set down a story Of faults conceal'd, wherein I am attainted; That thou in losing me shalt win much glory: And I by this will be a gainer too; For bending all my loving thoughts on thee, The injuries that to myself I do, Doing thee vantage, double-vantage me. Such is my love, to thee I so belong, That for thy right, myself will bear all wrong.

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Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault, And I will comment upon that offence: Speak of my lameness, and I straight will halt, Against thy reasons making no defence. Thou canst not love disgrace me half so ill, To set a form upon desired change, As I'll myself disgrace; knowing thy will, I will acquaintance strangle, and look strange; Be absent from thy walks; and in my tongue Thy sweet beloved name no more shall dwell, Lest I, too much profane, should do it wrong, And haply of our old acquaintance tell. For thee, against my self I'll vow debate, For I must ne'er love him whom thou dost hate.

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Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow, And do not drop in for an after-loss: Ah! do not, when my heart hath 'scap'd this sorrow, Come in the rearward of a conquer'd woe; Give not a windy night a rainy morrow, To linger out a purpos'd overthrow. If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last, When other petty griefs have done their spite, But in the onset come: so shall I taste At first the very worst of fortune's might; And other strains of woe, which now seem woe, Compar'd with loss of thee, will not seem so.

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سونيت 1

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Let me not to the marriage of true minds dmit impediments. Love is not love hich alters when it alteration finds, r bends with the remover to remove: , no! it is an ever-fixèd mark, hat looks on tempests and is never shaken; t is the star to every wandering bark, hose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. ove’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks ithin his bending sickle’s compass come; ove alters not with his brief hours and weeks, ut bears it out even to the edge of doom. nbsp;    If this be error and upon me proved, nbsp;    I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

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Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; ow, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, oin with the spite of fortune, make me bow, nd do not drop in for an after-loss: h! do not, when my heart hath 'scap'd this sorrow, ome in the rearward of a conquer'd woe; ive not a windy night a rainy morrow, o linger out a purpos'd overthrow. f thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last, hen other petty griefs have done their spite, ut in the onset come: so shall I taste t first the very worst of fortune's might; nbsp;    And other strains of woe, which now seem woe, nbsp;    Compar'd with loss of thee, will not seem so.

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Where art thou Muse that thou forget'st so long, o speak of that which gives thee all thy might? pend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song, arkening thy power to lend base subjects light? eturn forgetful Muse, and straight redeem, n gentle numbers time so idly spent; ing to the ear that doth thy lays esteem nd gives thy pen both skill and argument. ise, resty Muse, my love's sweet face survey, f Time have any wrinkle graven there; f any, be a satire to decay, nd make time's spoils despised every where. nbsp;    Give my love fame faster than Time wastes life, nbsp;    So thou prevent'st his scythe and crooked knife.

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The forward violet thus did I chide: weet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, f not from my love's breath? The purple pride hich on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells n my love's veins thou hast too grossly dy'd. he lily I condemned for thy hand, nd buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair; he roses fearfully on thorns did stand, ne blushing shame, another white despair; third, nor red nor white, had stol'n of both, nd to his robbery had annex'd thy breath; ut, for his theft, in pride of all his growth vengeful canker eat him up to death. nbsp;    More flowers I noted, yet I none could see, nbsp;    But sweet, or colour it had stol'n from thee.

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From you have I been absent in the spring, hen proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim, ath put a spirit of youth in every thing, hat heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. et nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell f different flowers in odour and in hue, ould make me any summer's story tell, r from their proud lap pluck them where they grew: or did I wonder at the lily's white, or praise the deep vermilion in the rose; hey were but sweet, but figures of delight, rawn after you, you pattern of all those. nbsp;    Yet seem'd it winter still, and you away, nbsp;    As with your shadow I with these did play.

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How like a winter hath my absence been rom thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! hat freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! hat old December's bareness everywhere! nd yet this time removed was summer's time; he teeming autumn, big with rich increase, earing the wanton burden of the prime, ike widow'd wombs after their lords' decease: et this abundant issue seem'd to me ut hope of orphans, and unfather'd fruit; or summer and his pleasures wait on thee, nd, thou away, the very birds are mute: nbsp;    Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer, nbsp;    That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.

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How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame hich, like a canker in the fragrant rose, oth spot the beauty of thy budding name! ! in what sweets dost thou thy sins enclose. hat tongue that tells the story of thy days, aking lascivious comments on thy sport, annot dispraise, but in a kind of praise; aming thy name, blesses an ill report. ! what a mansion have those vices got hich for their habitation chose out thee, here beauty's veil doth cover every blot nd all things turns to fair that eyes can see! nbsp;    Take heed, dear heart, of this large privilege; nbsp;    The hardest knife ill-us'd doth lose his edge.

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Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness; ome say thy grace is youth and gentle sport; oth grace and faults are lov'd of more and less: hou mak'st faults graces that to thee resort. s on the finger of a throned queen he basest jewel will be well esteem'd, o are those errors that in thee are seen o truths translated, and for true things deem'd. ow many lambs might the stern wolf betray, f like a lamb he could his looks translate! ow many gazers mightst thou lead away, f thou wouldst use the strength of all thy state! nbsp;    But do not so; I love thee in such sort, nbsp;    As, thou being mine, mine is thy good report.

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They that have power to hurt, and will do none, hat do not do the thing they most do show, ho, moving others, are themselves as stone, nmoved, cold, and to temptation slow; hey rightly do inherit heaven's graces, nd husband nature's riches from expense; hey are the lords and owners of their faces, thers, but stewards of their excellence. he summer's flower is to the summer sweet, hough to itself, it only live and die, ut if that flower with base infection meet, he basest weed outbraves his dignity: nbsp;    For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; nbsp;    Lilies that fester, smell far worse than weeds.

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So shall I live, supposing thou art true, ike a deceived husband; so love's face ay still seem love to me, though alter'd new; hy looks with me, thy heart in other place: or there can live no hatred in thine eye, herefore in that I cannot know thy change. n many's looks, the false heart's history s writ in moods, and frowns, and wrinkles strange. ut heaven in thy creation did decree hat in thy face sweet love should ever dwell; hate'er thy thoughts, or thy heart's workings be, hy looks should nothing thence, but sweetness tell. nbsp;    How like Eve's apple doth thy beauty grow, nbsp;    If thy sweet virtue answer not thy show!

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But do thy worst to steal thyself away, or term of life thou art assured mine; nd life no longer than thy love will stay, or it depends upon that love of thine. hen need I not to fear the worst of wrongs, hen in the least of them my life hath end. see a better state to me belongs han that which on thy humour doth depend: hou canst not vex me with inconstant mind, ince that my life on thy revolt doth lie. ! what a happy title do I find, appy to have thy love, happy to die! nbsp;    But what's so blessed-fair that fears no blot? nbsp;    Thou mayst be false, and yet I know it not.

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Some glory in their birth, some in their skill, ome in their wealth, some in their body's force, ome in their garments though new-fangled ill; ome in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse; nd every humour hath his adjunct pleasure, herein it finds a joy above the rest: ut these particulars are not my measure, ll these I better in one general best. hy love is better than high birth to me, icher than wealth, prouder than garments' costs, f more delight than hawks and horses be; nd having thee, of all men's pride I boast: nbsp;    Wretched in this alone, that thou mayst take nbsp;    All this away, and me most wretched make.

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O truant Muse what shall be thy amends or thy neglect of truth in beauty dy'd? oth truth and beauty on my love depends; o dost thou too, and therein dignified. ake answer Muse: wilt thou not haply say, Truth needs no colour, with his colour fix'd; eauty no pencil, beauty's truth to lay; ut best is best, if never intermix'd'? ecause he needs no praise, wilt thou be dumb? xcuse not silence so, for't lies in thee o make him much outlive a gilded tomb nd to be prais'd of ages yet to be. nbsp;    Then do thy office, Muse; I teach thee how nbsp;    To make him seem long hence as he shows now.

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My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming; love not less, though less the show appear; hat love is merchandiz'd, whose rich esteeming, he owner's tongue doth publish every where. ur love was new, and then but in the spring, hen I was wont to greet it with my lays; s Philomel in summer's front doth sing, nd stops her pipe in growth of riper days: ot that the summer is less pleasant now han when her mournful hymns did hush the night, ut that wild music burthens every bough, nd sweets grown common lose their dear delight. nbsp;    Therefore like her, I sometime hold my tongue: nbsp;    Because I would not dull you with my song.

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Alack! what poverty my Muse brings forth, hat having such a scope to show her pride, he argument, all bare, is of more worth han when it hath my added praise beside! ! blame me not, if I no more can write! ook in your glass, and there appears a face hat over-goes my blunt invention quite, ulling my lines, and doing me disgrace. ere it not sinful then, striving to mend, o mar the subject that before was well? or to no other pass my verses tend han of your graces and your gifts to tell; And more, much more, than in my verse can sit, Your own glass shows you when you look in it.

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To me, fair friend, you never can be old, or as you were when first your eye I ey'd, uch seems your beauty still. Three winters cold, ave from the forests shook three summers' pride, hree beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd, n process of the seasons have I seen, hree April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, ince first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. h! yet doth beauty like a dial-hand, teal from his figure, and no pace perceiv'd; o your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand, ath motion, and mine eye may be deceiv'd: For fear of which, hear this thou age unbred: Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead.

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Let not my love be call'd idolatry, or my beloved as an idol show, ince all alike my songs and praises be o one, of one, still such, and ever so. ind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind, till constant in a wondrous excellence; herefore my verse to constancy confin'd, ne thing expressing, leaves out difference. Fair, kind, and true,' is all my argument, Fair, kind, and true,' varying to other words; nd in this change is my invention spent, hree themes in one, which wondrous scope affords. Fair, kind, and true, have often liv'd alone, Which three till now, never kept seat in one.

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When in the chronicle of wasted time see descriptions of the fairest wights, nd beauty making beautiful old rime, n praise of ladies dead and lovely knights, hen, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, f hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, see their antique pen would have express'd ven such a beauty as you master now. o all their praises are but prophecies f this our time, all you prefiguring; nd for they looked but with divining eyes, hey had not skill enough your worth to sing: For we, which now behold these present days, Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.

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Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul f the wide world dreaming on things to come, an yet the lease of my true love control, upposed as forfeit to a confin'd doom. he mortal moon hath her eclipse endur'd, nd the sad augurs mock their own presage; ncertainties now crown themselves assur'd, nd peace proclaims olives of endless age. ow with the drops of this most balmy time, y love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes, ince, spite of him, I'll live in this poor rime, hile he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes: And thou in this shalt find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent.

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What's in the brain, that ink may character, hich hath not figur'd to thee my true spirit? hat's new to speak, what now to register, hat may express my love, or thy dear merit? othing, sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine, must each day say o'er the very same; ounting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine, ven as when first I hallow'd thy fair name. o that eternal love in love's fresh case, eighs not the dust and injury of age, or gives to necessary wrinkles place, ut makes antiquity for aye his page; Finding the first conceit of love there bred, Where time and outward form would show it dead.

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O! never say that I was false of heart, hough absence seem'd my flame to qualify, s easy might I from my self depart s from my soul which in thy breast doth lie: hat is my home of love: if I have rang'd, ike him that travels, I return again; ust to the time, not with the time exchang'd, o that myself bring water for my stain. ever believe though in my nature reign'd, ll frailties that besiege all kinds of blood, hat it could so preposterously be stain'd, o leave for nothing all thy sum of good; For nothing this wide universe I call, Save thou, my rose, in it thou art my all.

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Alas! 'tis true, I have gone here and there, nd made my self a motley to the view, or'd mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, ade old offences of affections new; ost true it is, that I have look'd on truth skance and strangely; but, by all above, hese blenches gave my heart another youth, nd worse essays prov'd thee my best of love. ow all is done, save what shall have no end: ine appetite I never more will grind n newer proof, to try an older friend, god in love, to whom I am confin'd. Then give me welcome, next my heaven the best, Even to thy pure and most most loving breast.

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O! for my sake do you with Fortune chide, he guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, hat did not better for my life provide han public means which public manners breeds. hence comes it that my name receives a brand, nd almost thence my nature is subdu'd o what it works in, like the dyer's hand: ity me, then, and wish I were renew'd; hilst, like a willing patient, I will drink, otions of eisel 'gainst my strong infection; o bitterness that I will bitter think, or double penance, to correct correction. Pity me then, dear friend, and I assure ye, Even that your pity is enough to cure me.

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Your love and pity doth the impression fill, hich vulgar scandal stamp'd upon my brow; or what care I who calls me well or ill, o you o'er-green my bad, my good allow? ou are my all-the-world, and I must strive o know my shames and praises from your tongue; one else to me, nor I to none alive, hat my steel'd sense or changes right or wrong. n so profound abysm I throw all care f others' voices, that my adder's sense o critic and to flatterer stopped are. ark how with my neglect I do dispense: You are so strongly in my purpose bred, That all the world besides methinks are dead.

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Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind; nd that which governs me to go about oth part his function and is partly blind, eems seeing, but effectually is out; or it no form delivers to the heart f bird, of flower, or shape which it doth latch: f his quick objects hath the mind no part, or his own vision holds what it doth catch; or if it see the rud'st or gentlest sight, he most sweet favour or deformed'st creature, he mountain or the sea, the day or night: he crow, or dove, it shapes them to your feature. Incapable of more, replete with you, My most true mind thus maketh mine untrue.

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Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you, rink up the monarch's plague, this flattery? r whether shall I say, mine eye saith true, nd that your love taught it this alchemy, o make of monsters and things indigest uch cherubins as your sweet self resemble, reating every bad a perfect best, s fast as objects to his beams assemble? ! 'tis the first, 'tis flattery in my seeing, nd my great mind most kingly drinks it up: ine eye well knows what with his gust is 'greeing, nd to his palate doth prepare the cup: If it be poison'd, 'tis the lesser sin That mine eye loves it and doth first begin.

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Those lines that I before have writ do lie, ven those that said I could not love you dearer: et then my judgment knew no reason why y most full flame should afterwards burn clearer. ut reckoning Time, whose million'd accidents reep in 'twixt vows, and change decrees of kings, an sacred beauty, blunt the sharp'st intents, ivert strong minds to the course of altering things; las! why fearing of Time's tyranny, ight I not then say, 'Now I love you best,' hen I was certain o'er incertainty, rowning the present, doubting of the rest? Love is a babe, then might I not say so, To give full growth to that which still doth grow?

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Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all, herein I should your great deserts repay, orgot upon your dearest love to call, hereto all bonds do tie me day by day; hat I have frequent been with unknown minds, nd given to time your own dear-purchas'd right; hat I have hoisted sail to all the winds hich should transport me farthest from your sight. ook both my wilfulness and errors down, nd on just proof surmise, accumulate; ring me within the level of your frown, ut shoot not at me in your waken'd hate; Since my appeal says I did strive to prove The constancy and virtue of your love.

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Like as, to make our appetite more keen, ith eager compounds we our palate urge; s, to prevent our maladies unseen, e sicken to shun sickness when we purge; ven so, being full of your ne'er-cloying sweetness, o bitter sauces did I frame my feeding; nd, sick of welfare, found a kind of meetness o be diseas'd, ere that there was true needing. hus policy in love, to anticipate he ills that were not, grew to faults assur'd, nd brought to medicine a healthful state hich, rank of goodness, would by ill be cur'd; But thence I learn and find the lesson true, Drugs poison him that so fell sick of you.

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What potions have I drunk of Siren tears, istill'd from limbecks foul as hell within, pplying fears to hopes, and hopes to fears, till losing when I saw myself to win! hat wretched errors hath my heart committed, hilst it hath thought itself so blessed never! ow have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted, n the distraction of this madding fever! benefit of ill! now I find true hat better is, by evil still made better; nd ruin'd love, when it is built anew, rows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater. So I return rebuk'd to my content, And gain by ill thrice more than I have spent.

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That you were once unkind befriends me now, nd for that sorrow, which I then did feel, eeds must I under my transgression bow, nless my nerves were brass or hammer'd steel. or if you were by my unkindness shaken, s I by yours, you've pass'd a hell of time; nd I, a tyrant, have no leisure taken o weigh how once I suffer'd in your crime. ! that our night of woe might have remember'd y deepest sense, how hard true sorrow hits, nd soon to you, as you to me, then tender'd he humble salve, which wounded bosoms fits! But that your trespass now becomes a fee; Mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransom me.

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'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd, hen not to be receives reproach of being; nd the just pleasure lost, which is so deem'd ot by our feeling, but by others' seeing: or why should others' false adulterate eyes ive salutation to my sportive blood? r on my frailties why are frailer spies, hich in their wills count bad what I think good? o, I am that I am, and they that level t my abuses reckon up their own: may be straight though they themselves be bevel; y their rank thoughts, my deeds must not be shown; Unless this general evil they maintain, All men are bad and in their badness reign.

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Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain ull character'd with lasting memory, hich shall above that idle rank remain, eyond all date; even to eternity: r, at the least, so long as brain and heart ave faculty by nature to subsist; ill each to raz'd oblivion yield his part f thee, thy record never can be miss'd. hat poor retention could not so much hold, or need I tallies thy dear love to score; herefore to give them from me was I bold, o trust those tables that receive thee more: To keep an adjunct to remember thee Were to import forgetfulness in me.

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No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change: hy pyramids built up with newer might o me are nothing novel, nothing strange; hey are but dressings of a former sight. ur dates are brief, and therefore we admire hat thou dost foist upon us that is old; nd rather make them born to our desire han think that we before have heard them told. hy registers and thee I both defy, ot wondering at the present nor the past, or thy records and what we see doth lie, ade more or less by thy continual haste. This I do vow and this shall ever be; I will be true despite thy scythe and thee.

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If my dear love were but the child of state, t might for Fortune's bastard be unfather'd, s subject to Time's love or to Time's hate, eeds among weeds, or flowers with flowers gather'd. o, it was builded far from accident; t suffers not in smiling pomp, nor falls nder the blow of thralled discontent, hereto th' inviting time our fashion calls: t fears not policy, that heretic, hich works on leases of short-number'd hours, ut all alone stands hugely politic, hat it nor grows with heat, nor drowns with showers.
 * To this I witness call the fools of time,
 * Which die for goodness, who have lived for crime.

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Were't aught to me I bore the canopy, ith my extern the outward honouring, r laid great bases for eternity, hich proves more short than waste or ruining? ave I not seen dwellers on form and favour ose all and more by paying too much rent or compound sweet; forgoing simple savour, itiful thrivers, in their gazing spent? o; let me be obsequious in thy heart, nd take thou my oblation, poor but free, hich is not mix'd with seconds, knows no art, ut mutual render, only me for thee.
 * Hence, thou suborned informer! a true soul
 * When most impeach'd, stands least in thy control.

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O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power ost hold Time's fickle glass, his fickle hour; ho hast by waning grown, and therein show'st hy lovers withering, as thy sweet self grow'st. f Nature, sovereign mistress over wrack, s thou goest onwards, still will pluck thee back, he keeps thee to this purpose, that her skill ay time disgrace and wretched minutes kill. et fear her, O thou minion of her pleasure! he may detain, but not still keep, her treasure: Her audit (though delayed) answered must be, And her quietus is to render thee.

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In the old age black was not counted fair, r if it were, it bore not beauty's name; ut now is black beauty's successive heir, nd beauty slander'd with a bastard shame: or since each hand hath put on Nature's power, airing the foul with Art's false borrowed face, weet beauty hath no name, no holy bower, ut is profan'd, if not lives in disgrace. herefore my mistress' eyes are raven black, er eyes so suited, and they mourners seem t such who, not born fair, no beauty lack, land'ring creation with a false esteem:
 * Yet so they mourn becoming of their woe,
 * That every tongue says beauty should look so.

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How oft when thou, my music, music play'st, pon that blessed wood whose motion sounds ith thy sweet fingers when thou gently sway'st he wiry concord that mine ear confounds, o I envy those jacks that nimble leap, o kiss the tender inward of thy hand, hilst my poor lips which should that harvest reap, t the wood's boldness by thee blushing stand! o be so tickled, they would change their state nd situation with those dancing chips, 'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait, aking dead wood more bless'd than living lips.
 * Since saucy jacks so happy are in this,
 * Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss.

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The expense of spirit in a waste of shame s lust in action: and till action, lust s perjur'd, murderous, bloody, full of blame, avage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust; njoy'd no sooner but despised straight; ast reason hunted; and no sooner had, ast reason hated, as a swallow'd bait, n purpose laid to make the taker mad: ad in pursuit and in possession so; ad, having, and in quest, to have extreme; bliss in proof,— and prov'd, a very woe; efore, a joy propos'd; behind a dream.
 * All this the world well knows; yet none knows well
 * To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.

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My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; oral is far more red, than her lips red: f snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; f hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. have seen roses damask'd, red and white, ut no such roses see I in her cheeks; nd in some perfumes is there more delight han in the breath that from my mistress reeks. love to hear her speak, yet well I know hat music hath a far more pleasing sound: grant I never saw a goddess go,— y mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
 * And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare,
 * As any she belied with false compare.

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Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, s those whose beauties proudly make them cruel; or well thou know'st to my dear doting heart hou art the fairest and most precious jewel. et, in good faith, some say that thee behold, hy face hath not the power to make love groan; o say they err I dare not be so bold, lthough I swear it to myself alone. nd to be sure that is not false I swear, thousand groans, but thinking on thy face, ne on another's neck, do witness bear hy black is fairest in my judgment's place.
 * In nothing art thou black save in thy deeds,
 * And thence this slander, as I think, proceeds.

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Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, nowing thy heart torment me with disdain, ave put on black and loving mourners be, ooking with pretty ruth upon my pain. nd truly not the morning sun of heaven etter becomes the grey cheeks of the east, or that full star that ushers in the even, oth half that glory to the sober west, s those two mourning eyes become thy face: ! let it then as well beseem thy heart o mourn for me since mourning doth thee grace, nd suit thy pity like in every part.
 * Then will I swear beauty herself is black,
 * And all they foul that thy complexion lack.

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Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan or that deep wound it gives my friend and me! s't not enough to torture me alone, ut slave to slavery my sweet'st friend must be? e from myself thy cruel eye hath taken, nd my next self thou harder hast engross'd: f him, myself, and thee I am forsaken; torment thrice three-fold thus to be cross'd: rison my heart in thy steel bosom's ward, ut then my friend's heart let my poor heart bail; hoe'er keeps me, let my heart be his guard; hou canst not then use rigour in my jail:
 * And yet thou wilt; for I, being pent in thee,
 * Perforce am thine, and all that is in me.

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So, now I have confess'd that he is thine, nd I my self am mortgag'd to thy will, yself I'll forfeit, so that other mine hou wilt restore to be my comfort still: ut thou wilt not, nor he will not be free, or thou art covetous, and he is kind; e learn'd but surety-like to write for me, nder that bond that him as fast doth bind. he statute of thy beauty thou wilt take, hou usurer, that putt'st forth all to use, nd sue a friend came debtor for my sake; o him I lose through my unkind abuse.
 * Him have I lost; thou hast both him and me:
 * He pays the whole, and yet am I not free.

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Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy 'Will,' nd 'Will' to boot, and 'Will' in over-plus; ore than enough am I that vex'd thee still, o thy sweet will making addition thus. ilt thou, whose will is large and spacious, ot once vouchsafe to hide my will in thine? hall will in others seem right gracious, nd in my will no fair acceptance shine? he sea, all water, yet receives rain still, nd in abundance addeth to his store; o thou, being rich in 'Will,' add to thy 'Will' ne will of mine, to make thy large will more.
 * Let no unkind 'No' fair beseechers kill;
 * Think all but one, and me in that one 'Will.'

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If thy soul check thee that I come so near, wear to thy blind soul that I was thy 'Will', nd will, thy soul knows, is admitted there; hus far for love, my love-suit, sweet, fulfil. Will', will fulfil the treasure of thy love, y, fill it full with wills, and my will one. n things of great receipt with ease we prove mong a number one is reckon'd none: hen in the number let me pass untold, hough in thy store's account I one must be; or nothing hold me, so it please thee hold hat nothing me, a something sweet to thee:
 * Make but my name thy love, and love that still,
 * And then thou lov'st me for my name is 'Will.'

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Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes, hat they behold, and see not what they see? hey know what beauty is, see where it lies, et what the best is take the worst to be. f eyes, corrupt by over-partial looks, e anchor'd in the bay where all men ride, hy of eyes' falsehood hast thou forged hooks, hereto the judgment of my heart is tied? hy should my heart think that a several plot, hich my heart knows the wide world's common place? r mine eyes, seeing this, say this is not, o put fair truth upon so foul a face?
 * In things right true my heart and eyes have err'd,
 * And to this false plague are they now transferr'd.

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When my love swears that she is made of truth, do believe her though I know she lies, hat she might think me some untutor'd youth, nlearned in the world's false subtleties. hus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, lthough she knows my days are past the best, imply I credit her false-speaking tongue; n both sides thus is simple truth suppressed. ut wherefore says she not she is unjust? nd wherefore say not I that I am old? ! love's best habit is in seeming trust, nd age in love loves not to have years told:
 * Therefore I lie with her, and she with me,
 * And in our faults by lies we flatter'd be.

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O! call not me to justify the wrong hat thy unkindness lays upon my heart; ound me not with thine eye, but with thy tongue: se power with power, and slay me not by art, ell me thou lov'st elsewhere; but in my sight, ear heart, forbear to glance thine eye aside: hat need'st thou wound with cunning, when thy might s more than my o'erpress'd defence can bide? et me excuse thee: ah! my love well knows er pretty looks have been mine enemies; nd therefore from my face she turns my foes, hat they elsewhere might dart their injuries:
 * Yet do not so; but since I am near slain,
 * Kill me outright with looks, and rid my pain.

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Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press y tongue-tied patience with too much disdain; est sorrow lend me words, and words express he manner of my pity-wanting pain. f I might teach thee wit, better it were, hough not to love, yet, love to tell me so;— s testy sick men, when their deaths be near, o news but health from their physicians know;— or, if I should despair, I should grow mad, nd in my madness might speak ill of thee; ow this ill-wresting world is grown so bad, ad slanderers by mad ears believed be.
 * That I may not be so, nor thou belied,
 * Bear thine eyes straight, though thy proud heart go wide.

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 * Only my plague thus far I count my gain,
 * That she that makes me sin awards me pain.

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Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, ate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving: ! but with mine compare thou thine own state, nd thou shalt find it merits not reproving; r, if it do, not from those lips of thine, hat have profan'd their scarlet ornaments nd seal'd false bonds of love as oft as mine, obb'd others' beds' revenues of their rents. e it lawful I love thee, as thou lov'st those hom thine eyes woo as mine importune thee: oot pity in thy heart, that, when it grows, hy pity may deserve to pitied be.
 * If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide,
 * By self-example mayst thou be denied!

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Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catch ne of her feather'd creatures broke away, ets down her babe, and makes all swift dispatch n pursuit of the thing she would have stay; hilst her neglected child holds her in chase, ries to catch her whose busy care is bent o follow that which flies before her face, ot prizing her poor infant's discontent; o runn'st thou after that which flies from thee, hilst I thy babe chase thee afar behind; ut if thou catch thy hope, turn back to me, nd play the mother's part, kiss me, be kind;
 * So will I pray that thou mayst have thy 'Will,'
 * If thou turn back and my loud crying still.

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Two loves I have of comfort and despair, hich like two spirits do suggest me still: he better angel is a man right fair, he worser spirit a woman colour'd ill. o win me soon to hell, my female evil, empteth my better angel from my side, nd would corrupt my saint to be a devil, ooing his purity with her foul pride. nd whether that my angel be turn'd fiend, uspect I may, yet not directly tell; ut being both from me, both to each friend, guess one angel in another's hell:
 * Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt,
 * Till my bad angel fire my good one out.

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Those lips that Love's own hand did make, reathed forth the sound that said 'I hate', o me that languish'd for her sake: ut when she saw my woeful state, traight in her heart did mercy come, hiding that tongue that ever sweet as us'd in giving gentle doom; nd taught it thus anew to greet; I hate' she alter'd with an end, hat followed it as gentle day, oth follow night, who like a fiend rom heaven to hell is flown away.
 * 'I hate', from hate away she threw,
 * And sav'd my life, saying 'not you'.

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Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, y sinful earth these rebel powers array, hy dost thou pine within and suffer dearth, ainting thy outward walls so costly gay? hy so large cost, having so short a lease, ost thou upon thy fading mansion spend? hall worms, inheritors of this excess, at up thy charge? Is this thy body's end? hen soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, nd let that pine to aggravate thy store; uy terms divine in selling hours of dross; ithin be fed, without be rich no more:
 * So shall thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,
 * And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.

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My love is as a fever longing still, or that which longer nurseth the disease; eeding on that which doth preserve the ill, he uncertain sickly appetite to please. y reason, the physician to my love, ngry that his prescriptions are not kept, ath left me, and I desperate now approve esire is death, which physic did except. ast cure I am, now Reason is past care, nd frantic-mad with evermore unrest; y thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are, t random from the truth vainly express'd;
 * For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
 * Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

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O me! what eyes hath Love put in my head, hich have no correspondence with true sight; r, if they have, where is my judgment fled, hat censures falsely what they see aright? f that be fair whereon my false eyes dote, hat means the world to say it is not so? f it be not, then love doth well denote ove's eye is not so true as all men's: no, ow can it? O! how can Love's eye be true, hat is so vexed with watching and with tears? o marvel then, though I mistake my view; he sun itself sees not, till heaven clears.
 * O cunning Love! with tears thou keep'st me blind,
 * Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should find.

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