TO. THE.ONLIE.BEGETTER.OF.
THESE. INSVING.SONNETS.
M. W. H. ALL.HAPPINESSE.
AND.THAT.ETERNITIE.
PROMISED.

BY.
OVR.EVER-LIVING.POET.
WISHETH.
THE.WELL-WISHING.
ADVENTVRER.IN.
SETTING.
(FORTH.

T. T.

400

SHAKESPEARES,
SONNETS.

FROM fairest creatures we desire increafe,
That thereby beauties Rose might neuer die,
But as the riper should by time deceafe,
His tender heire might beare his memory:
But thou contracted to thine owne bright eyes,
Feed'ft thy lights flame with selfe substantiall fewell,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thy selfe thy foe,to thy sweet selfe too cruell:
Thou that art now the worlds fresh ornament,
And only herauld to the gaudy Spring,
Within thine owne bud buried thy content,
And tender chorle makft waft in niggarding:
Pitty the world, or else this glutton be,
To cate the worlds due,by the graue and thee.

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W HEN fortie Winters shall beſeige thy brow,
And age deep trenches in thy beauties field,
Thy youthes proud liuery so gaz'd on now,
Wil be a totter'd weed of ſinal worth held:
Then being askt, where all thy beautie lies,
Where all the treaſure of thy luſty daies;
To ſay within thine owne deepe ſunken eyes,
Were an all-eating ſhame, and thriftlesſe prouſe.
How much more prouſe deferu'd thy beauties vſe,
If thou couldſt anſwere this faire child of mine
Shall ſum my count, and make my old excufe
Proouing his beautie by ſucceſſion thine.

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This

SHAKESPEARE

This were to be new made when thou art ould,
And see thy blood warme when thou feel it could,

3.
I Ooke in thy glaſſe and tell the face thou veweſt,
Now is the time that face should forme an other,
Whose fresh repaire if now thou not reneweſt,
Thou dooſt beguile the world, vnbleſſe some mother.
For where is the ſo faire whose vn-card wombe
Difdaines the tillage of thy husbandry?
Or who is he ſo fond will be the tombe,
Of his ſelfe loue to ſtop poſterity?
Thou art thy mothers glaſſe and ſhe in thee
Calls backe the louely Aprill of her prime,
So thou through windowes of thine age ſhalt see,
Difpight of wrinkles this thy goulden time.
But if thou liue remembred not to be,
Die ſingle and thine Image dies with thee.

4.
V Nthrifty loueliness ſhewe why doſt thou ſpend,
Vpon thy ſelfe thy beauties legacy?
Natures bequeſt giues nothing but doth lend,
And being franck ſhe lends to thofe are free:
Then beautious nigard why dooſt thou abuse,
The bountious largeſe giuen thee to giue?
Profilles vſerer why dooſt thou vſe,
So great a ſumme of ſummes yet can't not l'ue?
For hauing traffike with thy ſelfe alone,
Thou of thy ſelfe thy ſweet ſelfe doſt deceaue,
Then how when nature calls thee to be gone,
What acceptable Audit can't thou leau[e]
Thy vnſ'd beauty muſt be tomb'd with thee,
Which vſed liues th'executor to be.

5.
T Hoc howers that with gentle worke did frame,
The louely gaze where euery eye doth dwell,
Will play the tirants to the very fame,

And

SONNETS.

And that vnfaire which fairely doth excell,
For neuer reſting time leads Summer on,
To hidious winter and confounds him there,
Sap checkt with froſt and luſtie leau's quite gon,
Beauty ore-sho w'd and barenes euery where,
Then were not ſummers diſtillation left,
A liquid prifoner pent in walls of glaſſe,
Beauties effect with beauty were bereſt,
Nor it nor noe remembrance what it was,
But flowers diſtil'd though they with winter meeſe,
Leefe but their ſhow, their subſtance still liues ſweet.

6.
T Hen let not winters wragged hand deſace,
In thee thy summer ere thou be diſtil'd:
Make ſweet some viall; treſasure thou ſome place,
With beautiſt treſure ere it be ſelfe ki'l'd:
That vie is not forbidden vyſery,
Which happeſes thofe that pay the willing lone;
That's for thy ſelfe to breed an other thee,
Or ten times happier be it ten for one,
Ten times thy ſelfe were happier then thou art,
If ten of thine ten times reſigur'd thee,
Then what could death doe if thou should'ſt depart,
Leauing thee liuing in poſterity?
Be not ſelfe-wild for thou art much too faire,
To be deaths conqueſt and make wormes thine heire.

7.
L Oe in the Orient when the gracious light,
Lifts vp his burning head, each vnder eye
Doth homage to his new appearing fight,
Serving with lookes his ſacred maiety,
And hauing climb'd the ſeepe vp heauenly hill,
Reſembling ſtrong youth in his middle age,
Yet mortall lookes adore his beauty fill,
Attending on his goulden pilgrimages
But when from high-moſt pich with wery car,

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