any sensuall feast with thee alone But my fiue wits nor my fiue sences can Diswade one foolish heart from seruing thee Who leaues vnswai'd the likenesse of a man Thy proud hearts slaue and vassall wretch to be Onely my plague thus farre I count my gaine That she that makes me sinne awards me paine 142 LOue is my sinne and thy deare vertue hate Hate of my sinne grounded on sinfull louing O but with mine compare thou thine owne state And thou shalt finde it merrits not reproouing Or if it do not from those lips of thine That haue prophan'd their scarlet ornaments And seald false bonds of loue as oft as mine Robd others beds reuenues of their rents Be it lawfull I loue thee as thou lou'st those Whome thine eyes wooe as mine importune thee Roote pittie in thy heart that when it growes Thy pitty may deserue to pittied bee If thou doost seeke to haue what thou doost hide By selfe example mai'st thou be denide 143 LOe as a carefull huswife runnes to catch One of her fethered creatures broake away Sets downe her babe and makes all swift dispatch In pursuit of the thing she would haue stay Whilst her neglected child holds her in chace Cries to catch her whose busie care is bent To follow that which flies before her face Not prizing her poore infants discontent So runst thou after that which flies from thee Whilst I thy babe chace thee a farre behind But if thou catch thy hope turne back to me And play the mothers part kisse me be kind So will I pray that thou maist haue thy Will If thou turne back and my loude crying still 144 TWo loues I haue of comfort and dispaire Which like two spirits do sugiest me still The better angell is a man right faire The worser spirit a woman collour'd il To win me soone to hell my femall euill Tempteth my better angel from my sight And would corrupt my saint to be a diuel Wooing his purity with her fowle pride And whether that my angel be turn'd finde Suspect I may yet not directly tell But being both from me both to each friend I gesse one angel in an others hel Yet this shal I nere know but liue in doubt Till my bad angel fire my good one out 145 THose lips that Loues owne hand did make Breath'd forth the sound that said I hate To me that languisht for her sake But when she saw my wofull state Straight in her heart did mercie come Chiding that tongue that euer sweet Was vsde in giuing gentle dome And tought it thus a new to greete I hate she alterd with an end That follow'd it as gentle day Doth follow night who like a fiend From heauen to hell is flowne away I hate from hate away she threw And sau'd my life saying not you 146 POore soule the center of my sinfull earth My sinfull earth these rebbell powres that thee array Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth Painting thy outward walls so costlie gay Why so large cost hauing so short a lease Dost thou vpon thy fading mansion spend Shall wormes inheritors of this excesse Eate vp thy charge is this thy bodies end Then soule liue thou vpon thy seruants losse And let that pine to aggrauat thy store Buy tearmes diuine in selling houres of drosse Within be fed without be rich no more So shalt thou feed on death that feeds on men And death once dead ther 's no more dying then 147 MY loue is as a feauer longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease Feeding on that which doth preserue the ill Th' vncertaine sicklie appetite to please My reason the Phisition to my loue Angry that his prescriptions are not kept Hath left me and I desperate now approoue Desire is death which Phisick did except Past cure I am now Reason is past care And frantick madde with euer-more vnrest My thoughts and my discourse as mad mens are At random from the truth vainely exprest For I haue sworne thee faire and thought thee bright Who art as black as hell as darke as night 148 O Me what eyes hath loue put in my head Which haue no correspondence with true sight Or if they haue where is my iudgment fled That censures falsely what they see aright If that be faire whereon my false eyes dote What meanes the world to say it is not so If it be not then loue doth well denote Loues eye is not so true as all mens no How can it O how can loues eye be true That is so vext with watching and with teares No maruaile then though I mistake my view The sunne it selfe sees not till heauen cleeres O cunning loue with teares thou keepst me blinde Least eyes well seeing thy foule faults should finde 149 CAnst thou O cruell say I loue thee not When I against my selfe with thee pertake Doe I not thinke on thee when I forgot Am of my selfe all tirant for thy sake Who hateth thee that I doe call my friend On whom froun'st thou that I doe faune vpon Nay if thou lowrst on me doe I not spend Reuenge vpon my selfe with present mone What merrit do I in my selfe respect That is so proude thy seruice to dispise When all my best doth worship thy defect Commanded by the motion of thine eyes But loue hate on for now I know thy minde Those that can see thou lou'st and I am blind 150 OH from what powre hast thou this powrefull might VVith insufficiency my heart to sway To make me giue the lie to my true sight And swere that brightnesse doth not grace the day Whence hast thou this becomming of things il That in the very refuse of thy deeds There is such strength and warrantise of skill That in my minde thy worst all best exceeds Who taught thee how to make me loue thee more The more I heare and see iust cause of hate Oh though I loue what others doe abhor VVith others thou shouldst not abhor my state If thy vnworthinesse raisd loue in me More worthy I to be belou'd of thee 151 LOue is too young to know what conscience is Yet who knowes not conscience is borne of loue Then gentle cheater vrge not my amisse Least guilty of my faults thy sweet selfe proue For thou betraying me I doe betray My nobler part to my grose bodies treason My soule doth tell my body that he may Triumph in loue flesh staies no farther reason But rysing at thy name doth point out thee As his triumphant prize proud of this pride He is contented thy poore drudge to be To stand in thy affaires fall by thy side No want of conscience hold it that I call Her loue for whose deare loue I rise and fall 152 IN louing thee thou know'st I am forsworne But thou art twice forsworne to me loue swearing In act thy bed-vow broake and new faith torne In vowing new hate after new loue bearing But why of two othes breach doe I accuse
cease And threescoore yeare would make the world away Let those whom nature hath not made for store Harsh featurelesse and rude barrenly perrish Looke whom she best indow'd she gaue the more Which bountious guift thou shouldst in bounty cherrish She caru'd thee for her seale and ment therby Thou shouldst print more not let that coppy die 12 WHen I doe count the clock that tels the time And see the braue day sunck in hidious night When I behold the violet past prime And sable curls or siluer'd ore with white When lofty trees I see barren of leaues Which erst from heat did canopie the herd And Sommers greene all girded vp in sheaues Borne on the beare with white and bristly beard Then of thy beauty do I question make That thou among the wastes of time must goe Since sweets and beauties do them-selues forsake And die as fast as they see others grow And nothing gainst Times sieth can make defence Saue breed to braue him when he takes thee hence 13 O That you were your selfe but loue you are No longer yours then you your selfe here liue Against this cumming end you should prepare And your sweet semblance to some other giue So should that beauty which you hold in lease Find no determination then you were You selfe again after your selfes decease When your sweet issue your sweet forme should beare Who lets so faire a house fall to decay Which husbandry in honour might vphold Against the stormy gusts of winters day And barren rage of deaths eternall cold O none but vnthrifts deare my loue you know You had a Father let your Son say so 14 NOt from the stars do I my iudgement plucke And yet me thinkes I haue Astronomy But not to tell of good or euil lucke Of plagues of dearths or seasons quallity Nor can I fortune to breese mynuits tell Pointing to each his thunder raine and winde Or say with Princes if it shal go wel By oft predict that I in heauen finde But from thine eies my knowledge I deriue And constant stars in them I read such art As truth and beautie shal together thriue If from thy selfe to store thou wouldst conuert Thy end is Truthes and Beauties doome and date 15 WHen I consider euery thing that growes Holds in perfection but a little moment That this huge stage presenteth nought but showes Whereon the Stars in secret influence comment When I perceiue that men as plants increase Cheared and checkt euen by the selfe-same skie Vaunt in their youthfull sap at height decrease And were their braue state out of memory Then the conceit of this inconstant stay Sets you most rich in youth before my sight Where wastfull time debateth with decay To change your day of youth to sullied night And all in war with Time for loue of you As he takes from you I ingraft you new 16 BVt wherefore do not you a mightier waie Make warre vppon this bloudie tirant time And fortifie your selfe in your decay With meanes more blessed then my barren rime Now stand you on the top of happie houres And many maiden gardens yet vnset With vertuous wish would beare your liuing flowers Much liker then your painted counterfeit So should the lines of life that life repaire Which this Times pensel or my pupill pen Neither in inward worth nor outward faire Can make you liue your selfe in eies of men To giue away your selfe keeps your selfe still And you must liue drawne by your owne sweet skill 17 WHo will beleeue my verse in time to come If it were fild with your most high deserts Which hides your life and shewes not halfe your parts If I could write the beauty of your eyes And in fresh numbers number all your graces The age to come would say this Poet lies Such heauenly touches nere toucht earthly faces So should my papers yellowed with their age Be scorn'd like old men of lesse truth then tongue And your true rights be termd a Poets rage And stretched miter of an Antique song But were some childe of yours aliue that time You should liue twise in it and in my rime 18. SHall I compare thee to a Summers day Thou art more louely and more temperate Rough windes do shake the darling buds of Maie And Sommers lease hath all too short a date Sometime too hot the eye of heauen shines And often is his gold complexion dimm'd And euery faire from faire some-time declines By chance or natures changing course vntrim'd But thy eternall Sommer shall not fade Nor loose possession of that faire thou ow'st Nor shall death brag thou wandr'st in his shade When in eternall lines to time thou grow'st So long as men can breath or eyes can see So long liues this and this giues life to thee 19 DEuouring time blunt thou the Lyons pawes And make the earth deuoure her owne sweet brood Plucke thee keene teeth from the fierce Tygers yawes And burne the long liu'd Phaenix in her blood Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleet'st And do what ere thou wilt swift-footed time To the wide world and all her fading sweets But I forbid thee one most hainous crime O carue not with thy howers my loues faire brow Nor draw noe lines there with thine antique pen Him in thy course vntainted doe allow For beauties patterne to succeding men Yet doe thy worst ould Time dispight thy wrong My loue shall in my verse euer liue young 20 A Womans face with natures owne hand painted Haste thou the Master Mistris of my passion A womans gentle hart but not acquainted With shifting change as is false womens fashion An eye more bright then theirs lesse false in rowling Gilding the obiect where-vpon it gazeth A man in hew all Hews in his controwling Which steales mens eyes and womens soules amaseth And for a woman wert thou first created Till nature as she wrought thee fell a dotinge And by addition me of thee defeated By adding one thing to my purpose nothing But since she prickt thee out for womens pleasure Mine be thy loue and thy loues vse their treasure 21 SO is it not with me as with that Muse Stird by a painted beauty to his verse Who heauen it selfe for ornament doth vse And euery faire with his faire doth reherse Making a coopelment of proud compare With Sunne and Moone with earth and seas rich gems With Aprills first borne flowers and all things rare That heauens ayre in this huge rondure hems O let me true in loue but truly write And then beleeue me my loue is as faire As any mothers childe though not so bright As those gould candells fixt in heauens ayer Let them say more that like of heare-say well I will not prayse that purpose not to sell. 22 MY glasse shall not perswade me I am ould So long as youth and thou are of one date But when in thee times forrwes I behould Then look I death my daies should expiate For all that beauty that doth
the mountaine tops with soueraine eie Kissing with golden face the meddowes greene Guilding pale streames with heauenly alcumy Anon permit the basest cloudes to ride With ougly rack on his celestiall face And from the for-lorne world his visage hide Stealing vnseene to west with this disgrace Euen so my Sunne one early morne did shine With all triumphant splendor on my brow But out alack he was but one houre mine The region cloude hath mask'd him from me now Yet him for this my loue no whit disdaineth Suns of the world may staine whē heauens sun stainteh 34 WHy didst thou promise such a beautious day And make me trauaile forth without my cloake To let bace cloudes ore-take me in my way Hiding thy brau'ry in their rotten smoke T is not enough that through the cloude thou breake To dry the raine on my storme-beaten face For no man well of such a salue can speake That heales the wound and cures not the disgrace Nor can thy shame giue phisicke to my griefe Though thou repent yet I haue still the losse Th' offenders sorrow lends but weake reliefe To him that beares the strong offenses losse Ah but those teares are pearle which thy loue sheeds And they are ritch and ransome all ill deeds 35 NO more bee greeu'd at that which thou hast done Roses haue thornes and siluer fountaines mud Cloudes and eclipses staine both Moone and Sunne And loathsome canker liues in sweetest bud All men make faults and euen I in this Authorizing thy trespas with compare My selfe corrupting saluing thy amisse Excusing their sins more then their sins are For to thy sensuall fault I bring in sence Thy aduerse party is thy Aduocate And gainst my selfe a lawfull plea commence Such ciuill war is in my loue and hate That I an accessary needs must be To that sweet theefe which sourely robs from me 36 LEt me confesse that we two must be twaine Although our vndeuided loues are one So shall those blots that do with me remaine Without thy helpe by me be borne alone In our two loues there is but one respect Though in our liues a seperable spight Which though it alter not loues sole effect Yet doth it steale sweet houres from loues delight I may not euer-more acknowledge thee Least my bewailed guilt should do thee shame Nor thou with publike kindnesse honour me Vnlesse thou take that honour from thy name But doe not so I loue thee in such sort As thou being mine mine is thy good report 37 AS a decrepit father takes delight To see his actiue childe do deeds of youth So I made lame by Fortunes dearest spight Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth For whether beauty birth or wealth or wit Or any of these all or all or more Intitled in their parts do crowned sit I make my loue ingrafted to this store So then I am not lame poore nor dispis'd Whilst that this shadow doth such substance giue That I in thy abundance am suffic'd And by a part of all thy glory liue Looke what is best that best I wish in thee This wish I haue then ten times happy me 38 HOw can my Muse want subiect to inuent While thou dost breath that poor'st into my verse Thine owne sweet argument to excellent For euery vulgar paper to rehearse Oh giue thy selfe the thankes if ought in me Worthy perusal stand against thy sight For who 's so dumbe that cannot write to thee When thou thy selfe dost giue inuention light Be thou the tenth Muse ten times more in worth Then those old nine which rimers inuocate And he that calls on thee let him bring forth Eternal numbers to out-liue long date If my slight Muse doe please these curious daies The paine be mine but thine shal be the praise 39 OH how thy worth with manners may I singe When thou art all the better part of me What can mine owne praise to mine owne selfe bring And what is 't but mine owne when I praise thee Euen for this let vs deuided liue And our deare loue loose name of single one That by this seperation I may giue That due to thee which thou deseru'st alone Oh absence what a torment wouldst thou proue Were it not thy foure leisure gaue sweet leaue To entertaine the time with thoughts of loue VVhich time and thoughts so sweetly dost deceiue And that thou teachest how to make one twaine By praising him here who doth hence remaine 40 TAke all my loues my loue yea take them all What hast thou then more then thou hadst before No loue my loue that thou maist true loue call All mine was thine before thou hadst this more Then if for my loue thou my loue receiuest I cannot blame thee for my loue thou vsest But yet be blam'd if thou this selfe deceauest By wilfull taste of what thy selfe refusest I doe forgiue thy robb'rie gentle theefe Although thou steale thee all my pouerty And yet loue knowes it is a greater griefe To beare loues wrong then hates knowne iniury Lasciuious grace in whom all il wel showes Kill me with spights yet we must not be foes 41 THose pretty wrongs that liberty commits When I am some-time absent from thy heart 〈…〉 full well befits For still temptation followes where thou art Gentle thou art and therefore to be wonne Beautious thou art therefore to be assailed And when a woman woes what womans sonne Will sourely leaue her till he haue preuailed Aye me but yet thou mighst my seate forbeare And chide thy beauty and thy straying youth Who lead thee in their ryot euen there Where thou art forst to breake a two-fold truth Hers by thy beauty tempting her to thee Thine by thy beautie beeing false to me 42 THat thou hast her it is not all my griefe And yet it may be said I lou'd her deerely That she hath thee is of my wayling cheefe A losse in loue that touches me more neerely Louing offendors thus I will excuse yee Thou doost loue her because thou knowst I loue her And for my sake euen so doth she abuse me Suffring my friend for my sake to approoue her If I loose thee my losse is my loues gaine And loosing her my friend hath found that losse Both finde each other and I loose both twaine And both for my sake lay on me this crosse But here 's the ioy my friend and I are one Sweete flattery then she loues but me alone 43 WHen most I winke then doe mine eyes best see For all the day they view things vnrespected But when I sleepe in dreames they looke on thee And darkely bright are bright in darke directed Then thou whose shaddow shaddowes doth make bright How would thy shadowes forme forme happy show To the cleere day with thy much cleerer light When to vn-seeing eyes thy shade shines so How would I say mine eyes be blessed made By looking on thee in the liuing day When in dead night their faire imperfect shade Through
this faire guift in me is wanting And so my pattent back againe is sweruing Thy selfe thou gau'st thy owne worth then not knowing Or mee to whom thou gau'st it else mistaking So thy great guift vpon misprision growing Comes home againe on better iudgement making Thus haue I had thee as a dreame doth flatter In sleepe a King but waking no such matter 88 WHen thou shalt be dispode to set me light And place my merrit in the eie of skorne Vpon thy side against my selfe I le fight And proue thee virtuous though thou art forsworne With mine owne weakenesse being best acquainted Vpon thy part I can set downe a story Of faults conceald wherein I am attainted That thou in loosing me shall win much glory And I by this wil be a gainer too For bending all my louing thoughts on thee The iniuries that to my selfe I doe Doing thee vantage duble vantage me Such is my loue to thee I so belong That for thy right my selfe will beare all wrong 89 SAy that thou didst forsake mee for some falt And I will comment vpon that offence Speake of my lamenesse and I straight will halt Against thy reasons making no defence Thou canst not loue disgrace me halfe so ill To set a forme vpon desired change As I le my selfe disgrace knowing thy wil I will acquaintance strangle and looke strange Be absent from thy walkes and in my tongue Thy sweet beloued name no more shall dwell Least I too much proface should do it wronge And haplie of our old acquaintance tell For thee against my selfe I le vow debate For I must nere loue him whom thou dost hate 90 THen hate me when thou wilt if euer now Now while the world is bent my deeds to crosse Ioyne with the spight of fortune make me bow And doe not drop in for an after losse Ah doe not when my heart hath scapte this sorrow Come in the rereward of a conquerd woe Giue not a windy night a rainie morrow To linger out a purposd ouer-throw If thou wilt leaue me do not leaue me last When other pettie griefes haue done their spight But in the onset come so stall I taste At first the very worst of fortunes might And other straines of woe which now seeme woe Compar'd with losse of thee will not seeme so 91 SOme glory in their birth some in their skill Some in their wealth some in their bodies force Some in their garments though new-fangled ill Some in their Hawkes and Hounds some in their Horse And euery humor hath his adiunct pleasure Wherein it findes a ioy aboue the rest But these perticulers are not my measure All these I better in one generall best Richer then wealth prouder then garments cost Of more delight then Hawkes or Horses bee And hauing thee of all mens pride I boast Wretched in this alone that thou maist take All this away and me most wretched make 92 BVt doe thy worst to steale thy selfe away For tearme of life thou art assured mine And life no longer then thy loue will stay For it depends vpon that loue of thine Then need I not to feare the worst of wrongs When in the least of them my life hath end I see a better state to me belongs Then that which on thy humor doth depend Thou canst not vex me with inconstant minde Since that my life on thy reuolt doth lie Oh what a happy title do I finde Happy to haue thy loue happy to die But what 's so blessed faire that feares no blot Thou maist be falce and yet I know it not 93 SO shall I liue supposing thou art true Like a deceiued husband so loues face May still seeme loue to me though alter'd new Thy lookes with me thy heart in other place For their can liue no hatred in thine eye Therefore in that I cannot know thy change In manies lookes the falce hearts history Is writ in moods and frounes and wrinckles strange But heauen in thy creation did decree That in thy face sweet loue should euer dwell What ere thy thoughts or thy hearts workings be Thy lookes should nothing thence but sweetnesse tell How like Eaues apple doth thy beauty grow If thy sweet vertue answere not thy show 94 THey that haue powre to hurt and will doe none That doe not do the thing they most do showe Who mouing others are themselues as stone Vnmooued could and to temptation slow They rightly do inherrit heauens graces And husband natures ritches from expence They are the Lords and owners of their faces Others but stewards of their excellence The sommers flowre is to the sommer sweet Though to it selfe it onely liue and die But if that flowre with base infection meete The basest weed out-braues his dignity For sweetest things turne sowrest by their deedes Lillies that fester smell far worse then weeds 95 HOw sweet and louely dost thou make the shame Which like a canker in the fragrant Rose Doth spot the beautie of thy budding name Oh in what sweets doest thou thy sinnes inclose That tongue that tells the story of thy daies Making lasciuious comments on thy sport Cannot dispraise but in a kinde of praise Naming thy name blesses an ill report Oh what a mansion haue those vices got Which for their habitation chose out thee Where beauties vaile doth couer euery blot And all things turnes to faire that eies can see Take heed deare heart of this large priuiledge The hardest knife ill vs'd doth loose his edge 96 SOme say thy fault is youth some wantonesse Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport Both grace and faults are lou'd of more and lesse Thou makst faults graces that to thee resort As on the finger of a throned Queene The basest Iewell wil be well esteem'd So are those errors that in thee are seene To truths translated and for true things deem'd How many Lambs might the sterne Wolfe betray If like a Lambe he could his lookes translate How many gazers mighst thou lead away If thou wouldst vse the strength of all thy state But doe not so I loue thee in such sort As thou being mine mine is thy good report 97 HOw like a Winter hath my absence beene From thee the pleasure of the fleeting yeare What freezings haue I felt what darke daies seene What old Decembers barenesse euery where And yet this time remou'd was sommers time The teeming Autumne big with ritch increase Bearing the wanton burthen of the prime Like widdowed wombes after their Lords decease Yet this aboundant issue seem'd to me But hope of Orphans and vn-fathered fruite For Sommer and his pleasures waite on thee And thou away the very birds are mute Or if they sing t is with so dull a cheere That leaues looke pale dreading the Winters neere 98 FRom you haue I beene absent in the spring When proud pide Aprill drest in all his trim Hath put a spirit of youth in euery thing That heauie Saturne laught and leapt with him Yet
compare 131 THou art as tiranous so as thou art As those whose beauties proudly make them cruell For well thou know'st to my deare doting hart Thou art the fairest and most precious Iewell Yet in good faith some say that thee behold Thy face hath not the power to make loue grone To say they erre I dare not be so bold Although I sweare it to my selfe alone And to be sure that is not false I sweare A thousand grones but thinking on thy face One on anothers necke do witnesse beare Thy blacke is fairest in my iudgements place In nothing art thou blacke saue in thy deeds And thence this slaunder as I thinke proceeds 132 THine eies I loue and they as pittying me Knowing thy heart torment me with disdaine Haue put on black and louing mourners bee Looking with pretty ruth vpon my paine Better becomes the gray cheeks of th' East Nor that full Starre that vshers in the Eauen Doth halfe that glory to the sober West As those two morning eyes become thy face O let it then as well beseeme thy heart To mourne for me since mourning doth thee grace And sute thy pitty like in euery part Then will I sweare beauty her selfe is blacke And all they foule that thy complexion lacke 133 BEshrew that heart that makes my heart to groane For that deepe wound it giues my friend and me I' st not ynough to torture me alone But slaue to slauery my sweet'st friend must be Me from my selfe thy cruell eye hath taken And my next selfe thou harder hast ingrossed Of him my selfe and thee I am forsaken A torment thrice three-fold thus to be crossed Prison my heart in thy steele bosomes warde But then my friends heart let my poore heart bale Who ere keepes me let my heart be his garde Thou canst not then vse rigor in my Iaile And yet thou wilt for I being pent in thee Perforce am thine and all that is in me 134 SO now I haue confest that he is thine And I my selfe am morgag'd to thy will My selfe I le forfeit so that other mine Thou wilt restore to be my comfort still But thou wilt not nor he will not be free For thou art couetous and he is kinde He learnd but surerie-like to write for me Vnder that bond that him as fast doth binde The statute of thy beauty thou wilt take Thou vsurer that put'st forth all to vse And sue a friend came debter for my sake So him I loose through my vnkinde abuse Him haue I lost thou hast both him and me He paies the whole and yet am I not free 135 WHo euer hath her wish thou hast thy Will And Will too boote and Will in ouer-plus More then enough am I that vexe thee still To thy sweet will making addition thus Wilt thou whose will is large and spatious Not once vouchsafe to hide my will in thine Shall will in others seeme right gracious And in my will no faire acceptance shine The sea all water yet receiues raine still And in aboundance addeth to his store So thou beeing rich in Will adde to thy Will One will of mine to make thy large Will more Let no vnkinde no faire beseechers kill Thinke all but one and me in that one Will. 136 IF thy soule check thee that I come so neere Sweare to thy blind soule that I was thy Will And will thy soule knowes is admitted there Thus farre for loue my loue-sute sweet fullfill Will will fulfill the treasure of thy loue I fill it full with wils and my will one In things of great receit with ease we prooue Among a number one is reckon'd none Then in the number let me passe vntold Though in thy stores account I one must be For nothing hold me so it please thee hold That nothing me a some-thing sweet to thee Make but my name thy loue and loue that still And then thou louest me for my name is Will. 137 THou blinde foole loue what doost thou to mine eyes That they behold and see not what they see They know what beautie is see where it lyes Yet what the best is take the worst to be If eyes corrupt by ouer-partiall lookes Be anchord in the baye where all men ride Why of eyes falsehood hast thou forged hookes Whereto the iudgement of my heart is tide Why should my heart thinke that a seuerall plot Which my heart knowes the wide worlds common place Or mine eyes seeing this say this is not To put faire truth vpon so foule a face In things right true my heart and eyes haue erred And to this false plague are they now transferred 138 WHen my loue sweares that she is made of truth I do beleeue her though I know she lyes That she might thinke me some vntuterd youth Vnlearned in the worlds false subtilties Thus vainely thinking that she thinkes me young Although she knowes my dayes are past the best Simply I credit her false speaking tongue On both sides thus is simple truth supprest But wherefore sayes she not she is vniust And wherefore say not I that I am old O loues best habit is in seeming trust And age in loue loues not t' haue yeares told Therefore I lye with her and she with me And in our faults by lyes we flattered be 139 O Call not me to iustifie the wrong That thy vnkindnesse layes vpon my heart Wound me not with thine eye but with thy toung Vse power with power and slay me not by Art Tell me thou lou'st else-where but in my sight Deare heart forbeare to glance thine eye aside What needst thou wound with cunning when thy might Is more then my ore-prest defence can bide Let me excuse thee ah my loue well knowes Her prettie lookes haue beene mine enemies And therefore from my face she turnes my foes That they else-where might dart their iniuries Yet do not so but since I am neere slaine Kill me out-right with lookes and rid my paine 140 BE wise as thou art cruell do not presse My toung-tide patience with too much disdaine Least sorrow lend me words and words expresse The manner of my pittie wanting paine If I might teach thee witte better it weare Though not to loue yet loue to tell me so As testie sick-men when their deaths be neere No newes but health from their Phisitions know For if I should dispaire I should grow madde And in my madnesse might speake ill of thee Now this ill wresting world is growne so bad Madde slanderers by madde eares beleeued be That I may not be so nor thou be lyde Beare thine eyes straight though thy proud heart goe wide 141 IN faith I doe not loue thee with mine eyes For they in thee a thousand errors note But 't is my heart that loues what they dispise Who in dispight of view is pleasd to dote Nor are mine eares with thy toungs tune delighted Nor tender feeling to base touches prone Nor taste nor smell desire to be inuited To
couer thee Is but the seemely rayment of my heart Which in thy brest doth liue as thine in me How can I then be elder then thou art O therefore loue be of thy selfe so wary As I not for my selfe but for thee will Bearing thy heart which I will keepe so chary As tender nurse her babe from faring ill Presume not on thy heart when mine is slaine Thou gau'st me thine not to giue backe againe 23 AS an vnperfect actor on the stage Who with his feare is put besides his part Or some fierce thing repleat with too much rage Whose strengths abondance weakens his owne heart So I for feare of trust forget to say The perfect ceremony of loues right And in mine owne loues strength seeme to decay Ore-charg'd with burthen of mine owne loues might O let my books be then the eloquence And domb presagers of my speaking brest Who pleade for loue and look for recompence More then that tonge that more hath more exprest O learne to read what silent loue hath writ To heare wit eies belongs to loues fine wiht 24 MIne eye hath play'd the painter and hath steeld Thy beauties forme in table of my heart My body is the frame wherein ti 's held And perspectiue it is best Painters art For through the Painter must you see his skill To finde where your true image pictur'd lies Which in my bosomes shop is hanging stil That hath his windowes glazed with thine eyes Now see what good-turnes eyes for eies haue done Mine eyes haue drawne thy shape and thine for me Are windowes to my brest where-through the Sun Delights to peepe to gaze therein on thee Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art They draw but what they see know not the hart 25 LEt those who are in fauor with their stars Of publike honour and proud titles bost Whilst I whome fortune of such tryumph bars Vnlookt for ioy in that I honour most Great Princes fauorites their faire leaues spread But as the Marygold at the suns eye And in them-selues their pride lies buried For at a frowne they in their glory die The painefull warrier famosed for worth After a thousand victories once foild Is from the booke of honour rased quite And all the rest forgot for which he foild Then happy I that loue and am beloued Where I may not remoue nor be remoued 26 LOrd of my loue to whome in vassalage Thy merrit hath my dutie strongly knit To thee I send this written ambassage To witnesse duty not to shew my wit Duty so great which wit so poore as mine May make seeme bare in wanting words to shew it But that I hope some good conceipt of thine In thy soules thought all naked will bestow it Til whatsoeuer star that guides my mouing Points on me gratiously with faire aspect And puts apparrell on my tottered louing To show me worthy of their sweet respect Then may I dare to boast how I doe loue thee Til then not show my head where thou maist proue me 27 WEary with toyle I hast me to my bed The deare repose for lims with trauaill tired But then begins a iourny in my head To worke my mind when boddies work 's expired For then my thoughts from far where I abide Intend a zelous pilgrimage to thee And keepe my drooping eye-lids open wide Looking on darknes which the blind doe see Saue that my soules imaginary sight Presents their shaddoe to my sightles view Which like a iewell hunge in gastly night Makes blacke night beautious and her old face new Loe thus by day my lims by night my mind For thee and for my selfe noe quiet finde 28 HOw can I then returne in happy plight That am debard the benifit of rest When daies oppression is not eazd by night But day by night and night by day oprest And each though enimes to ethers raigne Doe in consent shake hands to torture me The one by toyle the other to complaine How far I toyle still farther off from thee I tell the Day to please him thou art bright And do'st him grace when clouds doe blot the heauen So flatter I the swart complexiond night When sparkling stars twire not thou guil'st th' eauen But day doth daily draw my sorrowes longer And night doth nightly make greefes length seeme stronger 29 WHen in disgrace with Fortune and mens eyes I all alone beweepe my out-cast state And trouble deafe heauen with my bootlesse cries And looke vpon my selfe and curse my fate Wishing me like to one more rich in hope Featur'd like him like him with friends possest Desiring this mans art and that mans skope With what I most inioy contented least Yet in these thoughts my selfe almost despising Haplye I thinke on thee and then my state Like to the Larke at breake of daye arising From sullen earth sings himns at Heauens gate For thy sweet loue remembred such welth brings That then I skorne to change my state with Kings 30 WHen to the Sessions of sweet silent thought I sommon vp remembrance of things past I sigh the lacke of many a thing I sought And with old woes new waile my deare times waste Then can I drowne an eye vn-vs'd to flow For precious friends hid in deaths dateles night And weepe a fresh loues long since canceld woe And mone th' expence of many a vannisht sight Then can I greeue at greeuances fore-gon And heauily from woe to woe tell ore The sad account of fore-bemoned mone Which I new pay as if not payd before But if the while I thinke on thee deare friend All losses are restord and sorrowes end 31 Thy bosome is indeared with all hearts Which I by lacking haue supposed dead And there raignes Loue and all Loues louing parts And all those friends which I thought buried How many a holy and obsequious teare Hath deare religious loue stolne from mine eye As interest of the dead which now appeare But things remou'd that hidden in there lie Thou art the graue where buried loue doth liue Hung with the tropheis of my louers gon Who all their parts of me to thee did giue That due of many now is thine alone Their images I lou'd I view in thee And thou all they hast all the all of me 32 IF thou suruiue my well contented daie When that churle death my bones with dust shall couer And shalt by fortune once more re-suruay These poore rude lines of thy deceased Louer Compare them with the bett'ring of the time And though they be out-stript by euery pen Reserue them for my loue not for their rime Exceeded by the hight of happier men Oh then voutsafe me but this louing thought Had my friends Muse growne with this growing age A dearer birth then this his loue had brought To march in ranckes of better equipage But since he died and Poets better proue Theirs for their stile I le read his for his loue 33 FVll many a glorious morning haue I seene Flatter
But for their virtue only is their show They liue vnwoo'd and vnrespected fade Die to themselues Sweet Roses doe not so Of their sweet deathes are sweetest odors made And so of you beautious and louely youth When that shall vade by verse distils your truth 55 NOt marble nor the guilded monument Of Princes shall out-liue this powrefull rime But you shall shine more bright in these contents Then vnswept stone besmeer'd with sluttish time When wastefull warre shall Statues ouer-turne And broiles roote out the worke of masonry Nor Mars his sword nor warres quick fire shall burne The liuing record of your memory Gainst death and all obliuious emnity Shall you pace forth your praise shall stil finde roome Euen in the eyes of all posterity That weare this world out to the ending doome So til the iudgement that your selfe arise You liue in this and dwell in louers eies 56 Sweet loue renew thy force be it not said Thy edge should blunter be then apetite Which but too daie by feeding is alaied To morrow sharpned in his former might So loue be thou although too daie thou fill Thy hungrie eies euen till they winck with fulnesse Too morrow see againe and doe not kill The spirit of Loue with a perpetual dulnesse Let this sad Intrim like the Ocean be Which parts the shore where two contracted new Come daily to the banckes that when they see Returne of loue more blest may be the view As cal it Winter which being ful of care Makes Sōmers welcome thrice more wish'd more rare 57 BEing your slaue what should I doe but tend Vpon the houres and times of your desire I haue no precious time at al to spend Nor seruices to doe til you require Nor dare I chide the world without end houre Whilst I my soueraine watch the clock for you Nor thinke the bitternesse of absence sowre VVhen you haue bid your seruant once adieue Nor dare I question with my ieallous thought VVhere you may be or your affaires suppose But like a sad slaue stay and thinke of nought Saue where you are how happy you make those So true a foole is loue that in your Will Though you doe any thing he thinkes no ill 58 THat God forbid that made me first your slaue I should in thought controule your times of pleasure Or at your hand th' account of houres to craue Being your vassail bound to staie your leisure Oh let me suffer being at your beck Th' imprison'd absence of your libertie And patience tame to sufferance bide each check Without accusing you of iniury Be where you list your charter is so strong That you your selfe may priuiledge your time To what you will to you it doth belong Your selfe to pardon of selfe-doing crime I am to waite though waiting so be hell Not blame your pleasure be it ill or well 59 IF their bee nothing new but that which is Hath beene before how are our braines beguild Which laboring for inuention beare amisse The second burthen of a former child Oh that record could with a back-ward looke Euen of fiue hundreth courses of the Sunne Show me your image in some antique booke Since minde at first in carrecter was done That I might see what the old world could say To this composed wonder of your frame Whether we are mended or where better they Or whether reuolution be the same Oh sure I am the wits of former daies To subiects worse haue giuen admiring praise 60 LIke as the waues make towards the pibled shore So do our minuites haften to their end Each changing place with that which goes before In sequent toile all forwards do contend Natiuity once in the maine of light Crawles to maturity wherewith being crown'd Crooked eclipses gainst his glory fight And time that gaue doth now his gift confound Time doth transfixe the florish set on youth And delues the paralels in beauties brow Feedes on the rarities of natures truth And nothing stands but for his sieth to mow And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand Praising thy worth dispight his cruell hand 61 IS it thy wil thy Image should keepe open My heauy eielids to the weary night Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken While shadowes like to thee do mocke my sight Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee So farre from home into my deeds to prye To find out shames and idle houres in me The skope and tenure of thy Ielousie O no thy loue though much is not so great It is my loue that keepes mine eie awake Mine owne true loue that doth my rest defeat To plaie the watch-man euer for thy sake For thee watch I whilst thou dost wake elsewhere From me farre of with others all to neere 62 SInne of selfe-loue possesseth al mine eie And all my soule and al my euery part And for this sinne there is no remedie It is so grounded inward in my heart Me thinkes no face so gratious is as mine No shape so true no truth of such account And for my selfe mine owne worth do define As I all other in all worths surmount But when my glasse shewes me my selfe indeed Beated and chopt with tand antiquitie Mine owne selfe loue quite contrary I read Selfe so selfe louing were iniquity T' is thee my selfe that for my selfe I praise Painting my age with beauty of thy daies 63 AGainst my loue shall be as I am now With times iniurious hand chrusht and ore-worne When houres haue dreind his blood and fild his brow With lines and wrincles when his youthfull morne Hath trauaild on to Ages steepie night And all those beauties whereof now he 's King Are vanishing or vanisht out of sight Stealing away the treasure of his Spring For such a time do I now fortifie Against confounding Ages cruell knife That he shall neuer cut from memory My sweet loues beauty though my louers life His beautie shall in these blacke lines be seene And they shall liue and he in them still greene 64 WHen I haue seene by times fell hand defaced The rich proud cost of outworne buried age When sometime loftie towers I see downe rased And brasse eternall slaue to mortall rage When I haue seene the hungry Ocean gaine Aduantage on the Kingdome of the shoare And the firme soile win of the watry maine Increasing store with losse and losse with store When I haue seene such interchange of state Or state it selfe confounded to decay Ruine hath taught me thus to ruminate That Time will come and take my loue away This thought is as a death which cannot choose But weepe to haue that which it feares to loose 65 SInce brasse nor stone nor earth nor boundlesse sea But sad mortallity ore-swaies their power How with this rage shall beautie hold a plea Whose action is no stronger then a flower O how shall summers hunny breath hold out Against the wrackfull siedge of battring dayes When rocks impregnable are not so stoute
nor the laies of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odor and in hew Could make me any summers story tell Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew Nor did I wonder at the Lillies white Nor praise the deepe vermillion in the Rose They weare but sweet but figures of delight Drawne after you you patterne or all those Yet seem'd it Winter still and you away As with your shaddow I with these did play 99 THe forward violet thus did I chide Sweet theefe whence didst thou steale thy sweet that smels If not from my loues breath the purple pride Which on thy soft checke for complexion dwells In my loues veines thou hast too grosely died The Lillie I condemned for thy hand And buds of marierom had stolne thy haire The Roses fearefully on thornes did stand Our blushing shame an other white dispaire A third nor red nor white had stolne of both And to his robbry had annext thy breath But for his theft in pride of all his growth A vengfull canker eate him vp to death More flowers I noted yet I none could see But sweet or culler it had stolne from thee 100 WHere art thou Muse that thou forgetst so long To speake of that which giues thee all thy might Spendst thou thy furie on some worthlesse songe Darkning thy powre to lend base subiects light Returne forgetfull Muse and straight redeeme In gentle numbers time so idely spent Sing to the eare that doth thy laies esteeme And giues thy pen both skill and argument Rise resty Muse my loues sweet face suruay If time haue any wrincle grauen there If any be a Satire to decay And make times spoiles dispised euery where Giue my loue fame faster then time wasts life So thou preuenst his sieth and crooked knife 101 OH truant Muse what shal be thy amends For thy neglect of truth in beauty di'd Both truth and beauty on my loue depends So dost thou too and therein dignifi'd Make answere Muse wilt thou not haply saie Truth needs no collour with his collour fixt Beautie no pensell beauties truth to lay But best is best if neuer intermixt Because he needs no praise wilt thou be dumb Excuse not silence so for 't lies in thee To make him much out-liue a gilded tombe And to be praisd of ages yet to be Then do thy office Muse I teach thee how To make him seeme long hence as he showes now 102 MY loue is strengthned though more weake in seeming I loue not lesse thogh lesse the show appeare That loue is marchandiz'd whose ritch esteeming The owners tongue doth publish euery where Our loue was new and then but in the spring When I was wont to greet it with my laies As Philomell in summers front doth singe And stops his pipe in growth of riper daies Not that the summer is lesse pleasant now Then when her mournefull himns did hush the night But that wild musick burthens euery bow And sweets growne common loose their deare delight Therefore like her I some-time hold my tongue Because I would not dull you with my songe 103 A Lack what pouerty my Muse brings forth That hauing such a skope to show her pride The argument all bare is of more worth Then when it hath my added praise beside Oh blame me not if I no more can write Looke in your glasse and there appeares a face That ouer-goes my blunt inuention quite Dulling my lines and doing me disgrace Were it not sinfull then striuing to mend To marre the subiect that before was well For to no other passe my verses tend Then of your graces and your gifts to tell And more much more then in my verse can sit Your owne glasse showes you when you looke in it 104 TO me faire friend you neuer can be old For as you were when first your eye I eyde Such seemes your beautie still Three Winters colde Haue from the forrests shooke three summers pride Three beautious springs to yellow Autumne turn'd In processe of the seasons haue I seene Three Aprill perfumes in three hot Iunes burn'd Since first I saw you fresh which yet are greene Ah yet doth beauty like a Dyall hand Steale from his figure and no pace perceiu'd So your sweete hew which me thinkes still doth stan Hath motion and mine eye may be deceaued For feare of which heare this thou age vnbred Ere you were borne was beauties summer dead 105 LEt not my loue be cal'd Idolatrie Nor my beloued as an Idoll show Since all alike my songs and praises be To one of one still such and euer so Kinde is my loue to day to morrow kinde Still constant in a wondrous excellence Therefore my verse to constancie confin'de One thing expressing leaues out difference Faire kinde and true is all my argument Faire kinde and true varrying to other words And in this change is my inuention spent Three theams in one which wondrous scope affords Faire kinde and true haue often liu'd alone Which three till now neuer kept seate in one 106 WHen in the Chronicle of wasted time I see discriptions of the fairest wights And beautie making beautifull old rime In praise of Ladies dead and louely Knights Then in the blazon of sweet beauties best Of hand of foote of lip of eye of brow I see their antique Pen would haue exprest Euen such a beauty as you maister now So all their praises are but prophesies Of this our time all you prefiguring And for they look'd but with deuining eyes They had not still enough your worth to sing For we which now behold these present dayes Haue eyes to wonder but lack toungs to praise 107 NOt mine owne feares nor the prophetick soule Of the wide world dreaming on things to come Can yet the lease of my true loue controule Supposde as forfeit to a confin'd doome The mortall Moone hath her eclipse indur'de And the sad Augurs mock their owne presage Incertenties now crowne them-selues assur'de And peace proclaimes Oliues of endlesse age Now with the drops of this most balmie time My loue lookes fresh and death to me subscribes Since spight of him I le liue in this poore rime While he insults ore dull and speachlesse tribes And thou in this shalt finde thy monument When tyrants crests and tombs of brasse are spent 108 WHat 's in the braine that Inck may character Which hath not figur'd to thee my true spirit What 's new to speake what now to register That may expresse my loue or thy deare merit Nothing sweet boy but yet like prayers diuine I must each day say ore the very same Counting no old thing old thou mine I thine Euen as when first I hallowed thy faire name So that eternall loue in loues fresh case Waighes not the dust and iniury of age Nor giues to necessary wrinckles place But makes antiquitie for aye his page Finding the first conceit of loue there bred Where time and outward forme would shew it dead
109 O Neuer say that I was false of heart Though absence seem'd my flame to quallifie As easie might I from my selfe depart As from my soule which in thy brest doth lye That is my home of loue if I haue rang'd Like him that trauels I returne againe Iust to the time not with the time exchang'd So that my selfe bring water for my staine Neuer beleeue though in my nature raign'd All frailties that besiege all kindes of blood That it could so preposterouslie be stain'd To leaue for nothing all thy summe of good For nothing this wide Vniuerse I call Saue thou my Rose in it thou art my all 110 ALas 't is true I haue gone here and there And made my selfe a motley to the view Gor'd mine own thoughts sold cheap what is most deare Made old offences of affections new Most true it is that I haue lookt on truth Asconce and strangely But by all aboue These blenches gaue my heart an other youth And worse essaies prou'd thee my best of loue Now all is done haue what shall haue no end Mine appetite I neuer more will grin'de On newer proofe to trie an older friend A God in loue to whom I am confin'd Then giue me welcome next my heauen the best Euen to thy pure and most most louing brest 111 O For my sake doe you wish fortune chide The guiltie goddesse of my harmfull deeds That did not better for my life prouide Then publick meanes which publick manners breeds Thence comes it that my name receiues a brand And almost thence my nature is subdu'd To what it workes in like the Dyers hand Pitty me then and wish I were renu'de Whilst like a willing pacient I will drinke Potions of Eysell gainst my strong infection No bitternesse that I will bitter thinke Nor double pennance to correct correction Pittie me then deare friend and I assure yee Euen that your pittie is enough to cure mee 112 YOur loue and pittie doth th' impression fill Which vulgar scandall stampt vpon my brow For what care I who calles me well or ill So you ore-greene my bad my good alow You are my All the world and I must striue To know my shames and praises from your tounge None else to me nor I to none aliue That my steel'd sence or changes right or wrong In so profound Abisme I throw all care Of others voyces that my Adders sence To cryttick and to flatterer stopped are Marke how with my neglect I doe dispence You are so strongly in my purpose bred That all the world besides me thinkes y' are dead 113 SInce I left you mine eye is in my minde And that which gouernes me to goe about Doth part his function and is partly blind Seemes seeing but effectually is out For it no forme deliuers to the heart Of bird of flowre or shape which it doth lack Of his quick obiects hath the minde no part Nor his owne vision hâ—â—ds what it doth catch For if it see the rud'st or gentlest sight The most sweet-fauor or deformedst creature The mountaine or the sea the day or night The Croe or Doue it shapes them to your feature Incapable of more repleat with you My most true minde thus maketh mine vntrue 114 OR whether doth my minde being crown'd with you Drinke vp the monarks plague this flattery Or whether shall I say mine eie saith true And that your loue taught it this Alcumie To make of monsters and things indigest Such cherubines as your sweet selfe resemble Creating euery bad a perfect best As fast as obiects to his beames assemble Oh t is the first t is flatry in my seeing And my great minde most kingly drinkes it vp Mine eie well knowes what with his gust is greeing And to his pallat doth prepare the cup. If it be poison'd t is the lesser sinne That mine eye loues it and doth first beginne 115 THose lines that I before haue writ doe lie Euen those that said I could not loue you deerer Yet then my iudgement knew no reason why My most full flame should afterwards burne cleerer But reckening time whose milliond accidents Creepe in twixt vowes and change decrees of Kings Tan sacred beautie blunt the sharp'st intents Diuert strong mindes to th' course of altring things Alas why fearing of times tiranie Might I not then say now I loue you best When I was certaine ore in-certainty Crowning the present doubting of the rest Loue is a Babe then might I not say so To giue full growth to that which still doth grow 119 LEt me not to the marriage of true mindes Admit impediments loue is not loue Which alters when it alteration findes Or bends with the remouer to remoue O no it is an euer fixed marke That lookes on tempests and is neuer shaken It is the star to euery wandring barke Whose worths vnkowne although his higth be taken Lou's not Times foole though rosie lips and cheeks Within his bending sickles compasse come Loue alters not with his breefe houres and weekes But beares it out euen to the edge of doome If this be error and vpon me proued I neuer writ nor no man euer loued 117 ACcuse me thus that I haue scanted all Wherein I should your great deserts repay Forgot vpon your dearest loue to call Whereto al bonds do tie me day by day That I haue frequent binne with vnknown mindes And giuen to time your owne deare purchas'd right That I haue hoysted saile to al the windes Which should transport me farthest from your sight Booke both my wilfulnesse and errors downe And on iust proofe surmise accumilate Bring me within the leuel of your frowne But shoote not at me in your wakened hate Since my appeale saies I did striue to prooue The constancy and virtue of your loue 118 LIke as to make our appetites more keene With eager compounds we our pallat vrge As to preuent our malladies vnseene We sicken to shun sicknesse when we purge Euen so being full of your nere cloying sweetnesse To bitter sawces did I frame my feeding And sicke of wel-fare found a kind of meetnesse To be diseas'd ere that there was true needing Thus pollicie in loue t'anticipate The ills that were not grew to faults assured And brought to medicine a healthfull state Which rancke of goodnesse would by ill be cured But thence I learne and find the lesson true Drugs poyson him that so fell sicke of you 119 WHat potions haue I drunke of Syren teares Distil'd from Lymbecks foule as hell within Applying feares to hopes and hopes to feares Still loosing when I saw my selfe to win What wretched errors hath my heart committed Whilst it hath thought it selfe so blessed neuer How haue mine eies out of their Spheares bene fitted In the distraction of this madding feuer O benefit of ill now I find true That better is by euil still made better And ruin'd loue when it is built anew Growes fairer then at first more strong far greater So I
returne rebukt to my content And gaine by ills thrise more then I haue spent 120 THat you were once vnkind be-friends mee now And for that sorrow which I then didde feele Needes must I vnder my transgression bow Vnlesse my Nerues were brasse or hammered steele For if you were by my vnkindnesse shaken As I by yours y'haue past a hell of Time And I a tyrant haue no leasure taken To waigh how once I suffered in your crime O that our night of wo might haue remembred My deepest sence how hard true sorrow hits And soone to you as you to me then tendred The humble salue which wounded bosomes fits But that your trespasse now becomes a fee Mine ransoms yours and yours must ransome mee 121 T IS better to be vile then vile esteemed When not to be receiues reproach of being And the iust pleasure lost which is so deemed Not by our feeling but by others seeing For why should others false adulterat eyes Giue salutation to my sportiue blood Or on my frailties why are frailer spies Which in their wils count bad what I think good Noe I am that I am and they that leuell At my abuses reckon vp their owne I may be straight though they them-selues be beuel By their rancke thoughtes my deedes must not be shown Vnlesse this generall euill they maintaine All men are bad and in their badnesse raigne 122. TThy guift thy tables are within my braine Full characterd with lasting memory Which shall aboue that idle rancke remaine Beyond all date euen to eternity Or at the least so long as braine and heart Haue facultie by nature to subsist Til each to raz'd obliuion yeeld his part Of thee thy record neuer can be mist That poore retention could not so much hold Nor need I tallies thy deare loue to skore Therefore to giue them from me was I bold To trust those tables that receaue thee more To keepe an adiunckt to remember thee Were to import forgetfulnesse in mee 123 NO Time thou shalt not bost that I doe change Thy pyramyds buylt vp with newer might To me are nothing nouell nothing strange They are but dressings of a former sight Our dates are breefe and therefor we admire What thou dost foyst vpon vs that is ould And rather make them borne to our desire Then thinke that we before haue heard them tould Thy registers and thee I both defie Not wondring at the present nor the past For thy records and what we see doth lye Made more or les by thy continuall hast This I doe vow and this shall euer be I will be true dispight thy syeth and thee 124 YF my deare loue were but the childe of state It might for fortunes basterd be vnfathered As subiect to times loue or to times hate Weeds among weeds or flowers with flowers gatherd No it was buylded far from accident It suffers not in smilinge pomp nor falls Vnder the blow of thralled discontent Whereto th'inuiting time our fashion calls It feares not policy that Heriticke Which workes on leases of short numbred howers But all alone stands hugely pollitick That it nor growes with heat nor drownes with showres To this I witnes call the foles of time Which die for goodnes who haue liu'd for crime 125 WEr't ought to me I bore the canopy With my extern the outward honoring Or layd great bases for eternity Which proues more short then wast or ruining Haue I not seene dwellers on forme and fauor Lose all and more by paying too much rent For compound sweet Forgoing simple sauor Pittifull thriuors in their gazing spent Noe let me be obsequious in thy heart And take thou my oblacion poore but free Which is not mixt with seconds knows no art But mutuall render onely me for thee Hence thou subbornd Informer a trew soule When most impeacht stands least in thy controule 126 O Thou my louely Boy who in thy power Doest hould times fickle glasse his sickle hower Who hast by wayning growne and therein shou'st Thy louers withering as thy sweet selfe grow'st If Nature soueraine misteres ouer wrack As thou goest onwards still will plucke thee backe She keepes thee to this purpose that her skill May time disgrace and wretched mynuit kill Yet feare her O thou minnion of her pleasure She may detaine but not still keepe her tresure Her Audite though delayd answer'd must be And her Quietus is to render thee 127 IN the ould age blacke was not counted faire Or if it weare it bore not beauties name But now is blacke beauties successiue heire And Beautie slanderd with a bastard shame For since each hand hath put on Natures power Fairing the soule with Arts faulse borrow'd face Sweet beauty hath no name no holy boure But is prophan'd if not liues in disgrace Therefore my Mistersse eyes are Rauen blacke Her eyes so suted and they mourners seeme At such who not borne faire no beauty lack Slandring Creation with a false esteeme Yet so they mourne becomming of their woe That euery toung saies beauty should looke so 128 HOw oft when thou my musike musike playst Vpon that blessed wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers when thou gently swayst The wiry concord that mine eare confounds Do I enuie those Iackes that nimble leape To kisse the tender inward of thy hand Whilst my poore lips which should that haruest reape At the woods bouldnes by thee blushing stand To be so tikled they would change their state And situation with those dancing chips Ore whome their fingers walke with gentle gate Making dead wood more blest then liuing lips Since sausie Iackes so happy are in this Giue them their fingers me thy lips to kisse 129 TH' expence of Spirit in a waste of shame Is lust in action and till action lust Is periurd murdrous blouddy full of blame Sauage extreame rude cruell not to trust Inioyd no sooner but dispised straight Past reason hunted and no sooner had Past reason hated as a swollowed bayt On purpose layd to make the taker mad Made In pursut and in possession so Had hauing and in quest to haue extreame A blisse in proofe and proud and very wo Before a ioy proposd behind a dreame All this the world well knowes yet none knowes well To shun the heauen that leads men to this hell 130 MY Mistres eyes are nothing like the Sunne Currall is farre more red then her lips red If snow be white why then her brests are dun If haires be wiers black wiers grow on her head I haue seene Roses damaskt red and white But no such Roses see I in her cheekes And in some perfumes is there more delight Then in the breath that from my Mistres reekes I loue to heare her speake yet well I know That Musicke hath a farre more pleasing sound I graunt I neuer saw a goddesse goe My Mistres when shee walkes treads on the ground And yet by heauen I thinke my loue as rare As any she beli'd with false