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  Within thine own bud buriest thy content,
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  And tender churl mak'st waste in niggarding:
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  Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
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- To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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  Within thine own bud buriest thy content,
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  And tender churl mak'st waste in niggarding:
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  Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
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+ To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.
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+ When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
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+ And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
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+ Thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now,
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+ Will be a tattered weed of small worth held:
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+ Then being asked, where all thy beauty lies,
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+ Where all the treasure of thy lusty days;
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+ To say within thine own deep sunken eyes,
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+ Were an all-eating shame, and thriftless praise.
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+ How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use,
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+ If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine
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+ Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse'
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+ Proving his beauty by succession thine.
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+ This were to be new made when thou art old,
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+ And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.
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+
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+ 3
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+ Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest,
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+ Now is the time that face should form another,
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+ Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
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+ Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.
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+ For where is she so fair whose uneared womb
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+ Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?
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+ Or who is he so fond will be the tomb,
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+ Of his self-love to stop posterity?
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+ Thou art thy mother's glass and she in thee
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+ Calls back the lovely April of her prime,
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+ So thou through windows of thine age shalt see,
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+ Despite of wrinkles this thy golden time.
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+ But if thou live remembered not to be,
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+ Die single and thine image dies with thee.
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+ Unthrifty loveliness why dost thou spend,
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+ Upon thy self thy beauty's legacy?
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+ Nature's bequest gives nothing but doth lend,
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+ And being frank she lends to those are free:
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+ Then beauteous niggard why dost thou abuse,
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+ The bounteous largess given thee to give?
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+ Profitless usurer why dost thou use
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+ So great a sum of sums yet canst not live?
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+ For having traffic with thy self alone,
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+ Thou of thy self thy sweet self dost deceive,
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+ Then how when nature calls thee to be gone,
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+ What acceptable audit canst thou leave?
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+ Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee,
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+ Which used lives th' executor to be.
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+ Those hours that with gentle work did frame
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+ The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell
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+ Will play the tyrants to the very same,
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+ And that unfair which fairly doth excel:
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+ For never-resting time leads summer on
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+ To hideous winter and confounds him there,
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+ Sap checked with frost and lusty leaves quite gone,
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+ Beauty o'er-snowed and bareness every where:
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+ Then were not summer's distillation left
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+ A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
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+ Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,
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+ Nor it nor no remembrance what it was.
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+ But flowers distilled though they with winter meet,
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+ Leese but their show, their substance still lives sweet.
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+ Then let not winter's ragged hand deface,
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+ In thee thy summer ere thou be distilled:
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+ Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place,
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+ With beauty's treasure ere it be self-killed:
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+ That use is not forbidden usury,
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+ Which happies those that pay the willing loan;
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+ That's for thy self to breed another thee,
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+ Or ten times happier be it ten for one,
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+ Ten times thy self were happier than thou art,
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+ If ten of thine ten times refigured thee:
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+ Then what could death do if thou shouldst depart,
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+ Leaving thee living in posterity?
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+ Be not self-willed for thou art much too fair,
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+ To be death's conquest and make worms thine heir.
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+ Lo in the orient when the gracious light
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+ Lifts up his burning head, each under eye
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+ Doth homage to his new-appearing sight,
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+ Serving with looks his sacred majesty,
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+ And having climbed the steep-up heavenly hill,
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+ Resembling strong youth in his middle age,
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+ Yet mortal looks adore his beauty still,
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+ Attending on his golden pilgrimage:
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+ But when from highmost pitch with weary car,
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+ Like feeble age he reeleth from the day,
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+ The eyes (fore duteous) now converted are
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+ From his low tract and look another way:
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+ So thou, thy self out-going in thy noon:
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+ Unlooked on diest unless thou get a son.
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+ Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
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+ Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:
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+ Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly,
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+ Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy?
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+ If the true concord of well-tuned sounds,
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+ By unions married do offend thine ear,
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+ They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds
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+ In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear:
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+ Mark how one string sweet husband to another,
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+ Strikes each in each by mutual ordering;
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+ Resembling sire, and child, and happy mother,
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+ Who all in one, one pleasing note do sing:
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+ Whose speechless song being many, seeming one,
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+ Sings this to thee, 'Thou single wilt prove none'.
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+ Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye,
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+ That thou consum'st thy self in single life?
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+ Ah, if thou issueless shalt hap to die,
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+ The world will wail thee like a makeless wife,
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+ The world will be thy widow and still weep,
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+ That thou no form of thee hast left behind,
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+ When every private widow well may keep,
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+ By children's eyes, her husband's shape in mind:
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+ Look what an unthrift in the world doth spend
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+ Shifts but his place, for still the world enjoys it;
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+ But beauty's waste hath in the world an end,
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+ And kept unused the user so destroys it:
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+ No love toward others in that bosom sits
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+ That on himself such murd'rous shame commits.
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+ For shame deny that thou bear'st love to any
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+ Who for thy self art so unprovident.
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+ Grant if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many,
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+ But that thou none lov'st is most evident:
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+ For thou art so possessed with murd'rous hate,
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+ That 'gainst thy self thou stick'st not to conspire,
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+ Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate
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+ Which to repair should be thy chief desire:
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+ O change thy thought, that I may change my mind,
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+ Shall hate be fairer lodged than gentle love?
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+ Be as thy presence is gracious and kind,
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+ Or to thy self at least kind-hearted prove,
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+ Make thee another self for love of me,
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+ That beauty still may live in thine or thee.
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+ As fast as thou shalt wane so fast thou grow'st,
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+ In one of thine, from that which thou departest,
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+ And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow'st,
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+ Thou mayst call thine, when thou from youth convertest,
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+ Herein lives wisdom, beauty, and increase,
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+ Without this folly, age, and cold decay,
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+ If all were minded so, the times should cease,
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+ And threescore year would make the world away:
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+ Let those whom nature hath not made for store,
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+ Harsh, featureless, and rude, barrenly perish:
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+ Look whom she best endowed, she gave thee more;
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+ Which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish:
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+ She carved thee for her seal, and meant thereby,
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+ Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die.
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+ When I do count the clock that tells the time,
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+ And see the brave day sunk in hideous night,
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+ When I behold the violet past prime,
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+ And sable curls all silvered o'er with white:
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+ When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
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+ Which erst from heat did canopy the herd
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+ And summer's green all girded up in sheaves
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+ Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard:
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+ Then of thy beauty do I question make
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+ That thou among the wastes of time must go,
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+ Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake,
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+ And die as fast as they see others grow,
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+ And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence
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+ Save breed to brave him, when he takes thee hence.
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+ O that you were your self, but love you are
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+ No longer yours, than you your self here live,
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+ Against this coming end you should prepare,
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+ And your sweet semblance to some other give.
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+ So should that beauty which you hold in lease
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+ Find no determination, then you were
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+ Your self again after your self's decease,
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+ When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear.
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+ Who lets so fair a house fall to decay,
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+ Which husbandry in honour might uphold,
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+ Against the stormy gusts of winter's day
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+ And barren rage of death's eternal cold?
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+ O none but unthrifts, dear my love you know,
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+ You had a father, let your son say so.
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+ Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck,
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+ And yet methinks I have astronomy,
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+ But not to tell of good, or evil luck,
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+ Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons' quality,
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+ Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell;
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+ Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind,
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+ Or say with princes if it shall go well
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+ By oft predict that I in heaven find.
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+ But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,
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+ And constant stars in them I read such art
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+ As truth and beauty shall together thrive
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+ If from thy self, to store thou wouldst convert:
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+ Or else of thee this I prognosticate,
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+ Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date.
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+ When I consider every thing that grows
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+ Holds in perfection but a little moment.
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+ That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows
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+ Whereon the stars in secret influence comment.
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+ When I perceive that men as plants increase,
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+ Cheered and checked even by the self-same sky:
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+ Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease,
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+ And wear their brave state out of memory.
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+ Then the conceit of this inconstant stay,
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+ Sets you most rich in youth before my sight,
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+ Where wasteful time debateth with decay
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+ To change your day of youth to sullied night,
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+ And all in war with Time for love of you,
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+ As he takes from you, I engraft you new.
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+ But wherefore do not you a mightier way
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+ Make war upon this bloody tyrant Time?
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+ And fortify your self in your decay
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+ With means more blessed than my barren rhyme?
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+ Now stand you on the top of happy hours,
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+ And many maiden gardens yet unset,
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+ With virtuous wish would bear you living flowers,
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+ Much liker than your painted counterfeit:
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+ So should the lines of life that life repair
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+ Which this (Time's pencil) or my pupil pen
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+ Neither in inward worth nor outward fair
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+ Can make you live your self in eyes of men.
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+ To give away your self, keeps your self still,
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+ And you must live drawn by your own sweet skill.
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+ Who will believe my verse in time to come
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+ If it were filled with your most high deserts?
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+ Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb
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+ Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts:
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+ If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
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+ And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
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+ The age to come would say this poet lies,
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+ Such heavenly touches ne'er touched earthly faces.
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+ So should my papers (yellowed with their age)
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+ Be scorned, like old men of less truth than tongue,
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+ And your true rights be termed a poet's rage,
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+ And stretched metre of an antique song.
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+ But were some child of yours alive that time,
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+ You should live twice in it, and in my rhyme.
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+ Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
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+ Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
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+ Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
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+ And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
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+ Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
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+ And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
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+ And every fair from fair sometime declines,
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+ By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed:
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+ But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
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+ Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
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+ Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
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+ When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
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+ So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
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+ So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
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+ Devouring Time blunt thou the lion's paws,
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+ And make the earth devour her own sweet brood,
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+ Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws,
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+ And burn the long-lived phoenix, in her blood,
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+ Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleet'st,
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+ And do whate'er thou wilt swift-footed Time
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+ To the wide world and all her fading sweets:
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+ But I forbid thee one most heinous crime,
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+ O carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow,
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+ Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen,
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+ Him in thy course untainted do allow,
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+ For beauty's pattern to succeeding men.
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+ Yet do thy worst old Time: despite thy wrong,
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+ My love shall in my verse ever live young.
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+ A woman's face with nature's own hand painted,
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+ Hast thou the master mistress of my passion,
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+ A woman's gentle heart but not acquainted
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+ With shifting change as is false women's fashion,
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+ An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling:
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+ Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth,
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+ A man in hue all hues in his controlling,
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+ Which steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth.
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+ And for a woman wert thou first created,
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+ Till nature as she wrought thee fell a-doting,
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+ And by addition me of thee defeated,
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+ By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
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+ But since she pricked thee out for women's pleasure,
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+ Mine be thy love and thy love's use their treasure.
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+ So is it not with me as with that muse,
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+ Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse,
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+ Who heaven it self for ornament doth use,
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+ And every fair with his fair doth rehearse,
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+ Making a couplement of proud compare
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+ With sun and moon, with earth and sea's rich gems:
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+ With April's first-born flowers and all things rare,
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+ That heaven's air in this huge rondure hems.
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+ O let me true in love but truly write,
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+ And then believe me, my love is as fair,
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+ As any mother's child, though not so bright
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+ As those gold candles fixed in heaven's air:
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+ Let them say more that like of hearsay well,
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+ I will not praise that purpose not to sell.
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+ My glass shall not persuade me I am old,
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+ So long as youth and thou are of one date,
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+ But when in thee time's furrows I behold,
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+ Then look I death my days should expiate.
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+ For all that beauty that doth cover thee,
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+ Is but the seemly raiment of my heart,
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+ Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me,
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+ How can I then be elder than thou art?
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+ O therefore love be of thyself so wary,
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+ As I not for my self, but for thee will,
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+ Bearing thy heart which I will keep so chary
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+ As tender nurse her babe from faring ill.
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+ Presume not on thy heart when mine is slain,
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+ Thou gav'st me thine not to give back again.
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+ As an unperfect actor on the stage,
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+ Who with his fear is put beside his part,
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+ Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
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+ Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart;
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+ So I for fear of trust, forget to say,
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+ The perfect ceremony of love's rite,
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+ And in mine own love's strength seem to decay,
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+ O'ercharged with burthen of mine own love's might:
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+ O let my looks be then the eloquence,
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+ And dumb presagers of my speaking breast,
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+ Who plead for love, and look for recompense,
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+ More than that tongue that more hath more expressed.
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+ O learn to read what silent love hath writ,
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+ To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.
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+ Mine eye hath played the painter and hath stelled,
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+ Thy beauty's form in table of my heart,
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+ My body is the frame wherein 'tis held,
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+ And perspective it is best painter's art.
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+ For through the painter must you see his skill,
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+ To find where your true image pictured lies,
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+ Which in my bosom's shop is hanging still,
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+ That hath his windows glazed with thine eyes:
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+ Now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done,
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+ Mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thine for me
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+ Are windows to my breast, where-through the sun
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+ Delights to peep, to gaze therein on thee;
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+ Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art,
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+ They draw but what they see, know not the heart.
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+ Let those who are in favour with their stars,
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+ Of public honour and proud titles boast,
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+ Whilst I whom fortune of such triumph bars
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+ Unlooked for joy in that I honour most;
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+ Great princes' favourites their fair leaves spread,
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+ But as the marigold at the sun's eye,
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+ And in themselves their pride lies buried,
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+ For at a frown they in their glory die.
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+ The painful warrior famoused for fight,
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+ After a thousand victories once foiled,
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+ Is from the book of honour razed quite,
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+ And all the rest forgot for which he toiled:
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+ Then happy I that love and am beloved
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+ Where I may not remove nor be removed.
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+ Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
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+ Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit;
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+ To thee I send this written embassage
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+ To witness duty, not to show my wit.
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+ Duty so great, which wit so poor as mine
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+ May make seem bare, in wanting words to show it;
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+ But that I hope some good conceit of thine
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+ In thy soul's thought (all naked) will bestow it:
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+ Till whatsoever star that guides my moving,
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+ Points on me graciously with fair aspect,
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+ And puts apparel on my tattered loving,
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+ To show me worthy of thy sweet respect,
438
+ Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee,
439
+ Till then, not show my head where thou mayst prove me.
440
+
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+
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+ 27
443
+ Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
444
+ The dear respose for limbs with travel tired,
445
+ But then begins a journey in my head
446
+ To work my mind, when body's work's expired.
447
+ For then my thoughts (from far where I abide)
448
+ Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
449
+ And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
450
+ Looking on darkness which the blind do see.
451
+ Save that my soul's imaginary sight
452
+ Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
453
+ Which like a jewel (hung in ghastly night)
454
+ Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new.
455
+ Lo thus by day my limbs, by night my mind,
456
+ For thee, and for my self, no quiet find.
457
+
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+
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+ 28
460
+ How can I then return in happy plight
461
+ That am debarred the benefit of rest?
462
+ When day's oppression is not eased by night,
463
+ But day by night and night by day oppressed.
464
+ And each (though enemies to either's reign)
465
+ Do in consent shake hands to torture me,
466
+ The one by toil, the other to complain
467
+ How far I toil, still farther off from thee.
468
+ I tell the day to please him thou art bright,
469
+ And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven:
470
+ So flatter I the swart-complexioned night,
471
+ When sparkling stars twire not thou gild'st the even.
472
+ But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer,
473
+ And night doth nightly make grief's length seem stronger
474
+
475
+
476
+ 29
477
+ When in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes,
478
+ I all alone beweep my outcast state,
479
+ And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
480
+ And look upon my self and curse my fate,
481
+ Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
482
+ Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
483
+ Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
484
+ With what I most enjoy contented least,
485
+ Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising,
486
+ Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
487
+ (Like to the lark at break of day arising
488
+ From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate,
489
+ For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings,
490
+ That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
491
+
492
+
493
+ 30
494
+ When to the sessions of sweet silent thought,
495
+ I summon up remembrance of things past,
496
+ I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
497
+ And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
498
+ Then can I drown an eye (unused to flow)
499
+ For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
500
+ And weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe,
501
+ And moan th' expense of many a vanished sight.
502
+ Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
503
+ And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
504
+ The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
505
+ Which I new pay as if not paid before.
506
+ But if the while I think on thee (dear friend)
507
+ All losses are restored, and sorrows end.
508
+
509
+
510
+ 31
511
+ Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,
512
+ Which I by lacking have supposed dead,
513
+ And there reigns love and all love's loving parts,
514
+ And all those friends which I thought buried.
515
+ How many a holy and obsequious tear
516
+ Hath dear religious love stol'n from mine eye,
517
+ As interest of the dead, which now appear,
518
+ But things removed that hidden in thee lie.
519
+ Thou art the grave where buried love doth live,
520
+ Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone,
521
+ Who all their parts of me to thee did give,
522
+ That due of many, now is thine alone.
523
+ Their images I loved, I view in thee,
524
+ And thou (all they) hast all the all of me.
525
+
526
+
527
+ 32
528
+ If thou survive my well-contented day,
529
+ When that churl death my bones with dust shall cover
530
+ And shalt by fortune once more re-survey
531
+ These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover:
532
+ Compare them with the bett'ring of the time,
533
+ And though they be outstripped by every pen,
534
+ Reserve them for my love, not for their rhyme,
535
+ Exceeded by the height of happier men.
536
+ O then vouchsafe me but this loving thought,
537
+ 'Had my friend's Muse grown with this growing age,
538
+ A dearer birth than this his love had brought
539
+ To march in ranks of better equipage:
540
+ But since he died and poets better prove,
541
+ Theirs for their style I'll read, his for his love'.
542
+
543
+
544
+ 33
545
+ Full many a glorious morning have I seen,
546
+ Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye,
547
+ Kissing with golden face the meadows green;
548
+ Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy:
549
+ Anon permit the basest clouds to ride,
550
+ With ugly rack on his celestial face,
551
+ And from the forlorn world his visage hide
552
+ Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace:
553
+ Even so my sun one early morn did shine,
554
+ With all triumphant splendour on my brow,
555
+ But out alack, he was but one hour mine,
556
+ The region cloud hath masked him from me now.
557
+ Yet him for this, my love no whit disdaineth,
558
+ Suns of the world may stain, when heaven's sun staineth.
559
+
560
+
561
+ 34
562
+ Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,
563
+ And make me travel forth without my cloak,
564
+ To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way,
565
+ Hiding thy brav'ry in their rotten smoke?
566
+ 'Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break,
567
+ To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face,
568
+ For no man well of such a salve can speak,
569
+ That heals the wound, and cures not the disgrace:
570
+ Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief,
571
+ Though thou repent, yet I have still the loss,
572
+ Th' offender's sorrow lends but weak relief
573
+ To him that bears the strong offence's cross.
574
+ Ah but those tears are pearl which thy love sheds,
575
+ And they are rich, and ransom all ill deeds.
576
+
577
+
578
+ 35
579
+ No more be grieved at that which thou hast done,
580
+ Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud,
581
+ Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
582
+ And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
583
+ All men make faults, and even I in this,
584
+ Authorizing thy trespass with compare,
585
+ My self corrupting salving thy amiss,
586
+ Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are:
587
+ For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense,
588
+ Thy adverse party is thy advocate,
589
+ And 'gainst my self a lawful plea commence:
590
+ Such civil war is in my love and hate,
591
+ That I an accessary needs must be,
592
+ To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.
593
+
594
+
595
+ 36
596
+ Let me confess that we two must be twain,
597
+ Although our undivided loves are one:
598
+ So shall those blots that do with me remain,
599
+ Without thy help, by me be borne alone.
600
+ In our two loves there is but one respect,
601
+ Though in our lives a separable spite,
602
+ Which though it alter not love's sole effect,
603
+ Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love's delight.
604
+ I may not evermore acknowledge thee,
605
+ Lest my bewailed guilt should do thee shame,
606
+ Nor thou with public kindness honour me,
607
+ Unless thou take that honour from thy name:
608
+ But do not so, I love thee in such sort,
609
+ As thou being mine, mine is thy good report.
610
+
611
+
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+ 37
613
+ As a decrepit father takes delight,
614
+ To see his active child do deeds of youth,
615
+ So I, made lame by Fortune's dearest spite
616
+ Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth.
617
+ For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit,
618
+ Or any of these all, or all, or more
619
+ Entitled in thy parts, do crowned sit,
620
+ I make my love engrafted to this store:
621
+ So then I am not lame, poor, nor despised,
622
+ Whilst that this shadow doth such substance give,
623
+ That I in thy abundance am sufficed,
624
+ And by a part of all thy glory live:
625
+ Look what is best, that best I wish in thee,
626
+ This wish I have, then ten times happy me.
627
+
628
+
629
+ 38
630
+ How can my muse want subject to invent
631
+ While thou dost breathe that pour'st into my verse,
632
+ Thine own sweet argument, too excellent,
633
+ For every vulgar paper to rehearse?
634
+ O give thy self the thanks if aught in me,
635
+ Worthy perusal stand against thy sight,
636
+ For who's so dumb that cannot write to thee,
637
+ When thou thy self dost give invention light?
638
+ Be thou the tenth Muse, ten times more in worth
639
+ Than those old nine which rhymers invocate,
640
+ And he that calls on thee, let him bring forth
641
+ Eternal numbers to outlive long date.
642
+ If my slight muse do please these curious days,
643
+ The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise.
644
+
645
+
646
+ 39
647
+ O how thy worth with manners may I sing,
648
+ When thou art all the better part of me?
649
+ What can mine own praise to mine own self bring:
650
+ And what is't but mine own when I praise thee?
651
+ Even for this, let us divided live,
652
+ And our dear love lose name of single one,
653
+ That by this separation I may give:
654
+ That due to thee which thou deserv'st alone:
655
+ O absence what a torment wouldst thou prove,
656
+ Were it not thy sour leisure gave sweet leave,
657
+ To entertain the time with thoughts of love,
658
+ Which time and thoughts so sweetly doth deceive.
659
+ And that thou teachest how to make one twain,
660
+ By praising him here who doth hence remain.
661
+
662
+
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+ 40
664
+ Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all,
665
+ What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?
666
+ No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call,
667
+ All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more:
668
+ Then if for my love, thou my love receivest,
669
+ I cannot blame thee, for my love thou usest,
670
+ But yet be blamed, if thou thy self deceivest
671
+ By wilful taste of what thy self refusest.
672
+ I do forgive thy robbery gentle thief
673
+ Although thou steal thee all my poverty:
674
+ And yet love knows it is a greater grief
675
+ To bear greater wrong, than hate's known injury.
676
+ Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows,
677
+ Kill me with spites yet we must not be foes.
678
+
679
+
680
+ 41
681
+ Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits,
682
+ When I am sometime absent from thy heart,
683
+ Thy beauty, and thy years full well befits,
684
+ For still temptation follows where thou art.
685
+ Gentle thou art, and therefore to be won,
686
+ Beauteous thou art, therefore to be assailed.
687
+ And when a woman woos, what woman's son,
688
+ Will sourly leave her till he have prevailed?
689
+ Ay me, but yet thou mightst my seat forbear,
690
+ And chide thy beauty, and thy straying youth,
691
+ Who lead thee in their riot even there
692
+ Where thou art forced to break a twofold truth:
693
+ Hers by thy beauty tempting her to thee,
694
+ Thine by thy beauty being false to me.
695
+
696
+
697
+ 42
698
+ That thou hast her it is not all my grief,
699
+ And yet it may be said I loved her dearly,
700
+ That she hath thee is of my wailing chief,
701
+ A loss in love that touches me more nearly.
702
+ Loving offenders thus I will excuse ye,
703
+ Thou dost love her, because thou know'st I love her,
704
+ And for my sake even so doth she abuse me,
705
+ Suff'ring my friend for my sake to approve her.
706
+ If I lose thee, my loss is my love's gain,
707
+ And losing her, my friend hath found that loss,
708
+ Both find each other, and I lose both twain,
709
+ And both for my sake lay on me this cross,
710
+ But here's the joy, my friend and I are one,
711
+ Sweet flattery, then she loves but me alone.
712
+
713
+
714
+ 43
715
+ When most I wink then do mine eyes best see,
716
+ For all the day they view things unrespected,
717
+ But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,
718
+ And darkly bright, are bright in dark directed.
719
+ Then thou whose shadow shadows doth make bright
720
+ How would thy shadow's form, form happy show,
721
+ To the clear day with thy much clearer light,
722
+ When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so!
723
+ How would (I say) mine eyes be blessed made,
724
+ By looking on thee in the living day,
725
+ When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade,
726
+ Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!
727
+ All days are nights to see till I see thee,
728
+ And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.
729
+
730
+
731
+ 44
732
+ If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
733
+ Injurious distance should not stop my way,
734
+ For then despite of space I would be brought,
735
+ From limits far remote, where thou dost stay,
736
+ No matter then although my foot did stand
737
+ Upon the farthest earth removed from thee,
738
+ For nimble thought can jump both sea and land,
739
+ As soon as think the place where he would be.
740
+ But ah, thought kills me that I am not thought
741
+ To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone,
742
+ But that so much of earth and water wrought,
743
+ I must attend, time's leisure with my moan.
744
+ Receiving nought by elements so slow,
745
+ But heavy tears, badges of either's woe.
746
+
747
+
748
+ 45
749
+ The other two, slight air, and purging fire,
750
+ Are both with thee, wherever I abide,
751
+ The first my thought, the other my desire,
752
+ These present-absent with swift motion slide.
753
+ For when these quicker elements are gone
754
+ In tender embassy of love to thee,
755
+ My life being made of four, with two alone,
756
+ Sinks down to death, oppressed with melancholy.
757
+ Until life's composition be recured,
758
+ By those swift messengers returned from thee,
759
+ Who even but now come back again assured,
760
+ Of thy fair health, recounting it to me.
761
+ This told, I joy, but then no longer glad,
762
+ I send them back again and straight grow sad.
763
+
764
+
765
+ 46
766
+ Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war,
767
+ How to divide the conquest of thy sight,
768
+ Mine eye, my heart thy picture's sight would bar,
769
+ My heart, mine eye the freedom of that right,
770
+ My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie,
771
+ (A closet never pierced with crystal eyes)
772
+ But the defendant doth that plea deny,
773
+ And says in him thy fair appearance lies.
774
+ To side this title is impanelled
775
+ A quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart,
776
+ And by their verdict is determined
777
+ The clear eye's moiety, and the dear heart's part.
778
+ As thus, mine eye's due is thy outward part,
779
+ And my heart's right, thy inward love of heart.
780
+
781
+
782
+ 47
783
+ Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
784
+ And each doth good turns now unto the other,
785
+ When that mine eye is famished for a look,
786
+ Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother;
787
+ With my love's picture then my eye doth feast,
788
+ And to the painted banquet bids my heart:
789
+ Another time mine eye is my heart's guest,
790
+ And in his thoughts of love doth share a part.
791
+ So either by thy picture or my love,
792
+ Thy self away, art present still with me,
793
+ For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,
794
+ And I am still with them, and they with thee.
795
+ Or if they sleep, thy picture in my sight
796
+ Awakes my heart, to heart's and eye's delight.
797
+
798
+
799
+ 48
800
+ How careful was I when I took my way,
801
+ Each trifle under truest bars to thrust,
802
+ That to my use it might unused stay
803
+ From hands of falsehood, in sure wards of trust!
804
+ But thou, to whom my jewels trifles are,
805
+ Most worthy comfort, now my greatest grief,
806
+ Thou best of dearest, and mine only care,
807
+ Art left the prey of every vulgar thief.
808
+ Thee have I not locked up in any chest,
809
+ Save where thou art not, though I feel thou art,
810
+ Within the gentle closure of my breast,
811
+ From whence at pleasure thou mayst come and part,
812
+ And even thence thou wilt be stol'n I fear,
813
+ For truth proves thievish for a prize so dear.
814
+
815
+
816
+ 49
817
+ Against that time (if ever that time come)
818
+ When I shall see thee frown on my defects,
819
+ When as thy love hath cast his utmost sum,
820
+ Called to that audit by advised respects,
821
+ Against that time when thou shalt strangely pass,
822
+ And scarcely greet me with that sun thine eye,
823
+ When love converted from the thing it was
824
+ Shall reasons find of settled gravity;
825
+ Against that time do I ensconce me here
826
+ Within the knowledge of mine own desert,
827
+ And this my hand, against my self uprear,
828
+ To guard the lawful reasons on thy part,
829
+ To leave poor me, thou hast the strength of laws,
830
+ Since why to love, I can allege no cause.
831
+
832
+
833
+ 50
834
+ How heavy do I journey on the way,
835
+ When what I seek (my weary travel's end)
836
+ Doth teach that case and that repose to say
837
+ 'Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend.'
838
+ The beast that bears me, tired with my woe,
839
+ Plods dully on, to bear that weight in me,
840
+ As if by some instinct the wretch did know
841
+ His rider loved not speed being made from thee:
842
+ The bloody spur cannot provoke him on,
843
+ That sometimes anger thrusts into his hide,
844
+ Which heavily he answers with a groan,
845
+ More sharp to me than spurring to his side,
846
+ For that same groan doth put this in my mind,
847
+ My grief lies onward and my joy behind.
848
+
849
+
850
+ 51
851
+ Thus can my love excuse the slow offence,
852
+ Of my dull bearer, when from thee I speed,
853
+ From where thou art, why should I haste me thence?
854
+ Till I return of posting is no need.
855
+ O what excuse will my poor beast then find,
856
+ When swift extremity can seem but slow?
857
+ Then should I spur though mounted on the wind,
858
+ In winged speed no motion shall I know,
859
+ Then can no horse with my desire keep pace,
860
+ Therefore desire (of perfect'st love being made)
861
+ Shall neigh (no dull flesh) in his fiery race,
862
+ But love, for love, thus shall excuse my jade,
863
+ Since from thee going, he went wilful-slow,
864
+ Towards thee I'll run, and give him leave to go.
865
+
866
+
867
+ 52
868
+ So am I as the rich whose blessed key,
869
+ Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure,
870
+ The which he will not every hour survey,
871
+ For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure.
872
+ Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare,
873
+ Since seldom coming in that long year set,
874
+ Like stones of worth they thinly placed are,
875
+ Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
876
+ So is the time that keeps you as my chest
877
+ Or as the wardrobe which the robe doth hide,
878
+ To make some special instant special-blest,
879
+ By new unfolding his imprisoned pride.
880
+ Blessed are you whose worthiness gives scope,
881
+ Being had to triumph, being lacked to hope.
882
+
883
+
884
+ 53
885
+ What is your substance, whereof are you made,
886
+ That millions of strange shadows on you tend?
887
+ Since every one, hath every one, one shade,
888
+ And you but one, can every shadow lend:
889
+ Describe Adonis and the counterfeit,
890
+ Is poorly imitated after you,
891
+ On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set,
892
+ And you in Grecian tires are painted new:
893
+ Speak of the spring, and foison of the year,
894
+ The one doth shadow of your beauty show,
895
+ The other as your bounty doth appear,
896
+ And you in every blessed shape we know.
897
+ In all external grace you have some part,
898
+ But you like none, none you for constant heart.
899
+
900
+
901
+ 54
902
+ O how much more doth beauty beauteous seem,
903
+ By that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
904
+ The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
905
+ For that sweet odour, which doth in it live:
906
+ The canker blooms have full as deep a dye,
907
+ As the perfumed tincture of the roses,
908
+ Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly,
909
+ When summer's breath their masked buds discloses:
910
+ But for their virtue only is their show,
911
+ They live unwooed, and unrespected fade,
912
+ Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so,
913
+ Of their sweet deaths, are sweetest odours made:
914
+ And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,
915
+ When that shall vade, by verse distills your truth.
916
+
917
+
918
+ 55
919
+ Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
920
+ Of princes shall outlive this powerful rhyme,
921
+ But you shall shine more bright in these contents
922
+ Than unswept stone, besmeared with sluttish time.
923
+ When wasteful war shall statues overturn,
924
+ And broils root out the work of masonry,
925
+ Nor Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire shall burn:
926
+ The living record of your memory.
927
+ 'Gainst death, and all-oblivious enmity
928
+ Shall you pace forth, your praise shall still find room,
929
+ Even in the eyes of all posterity
930
+ That wear this world out to the ending doom.
931
+ So till the judgment that your self arise,
932
+ You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes.
933
+
934
+
935
+ 56
936
+ Sweet love renew thy force, be it not said
937
+ Thy edge should blunter be than appetite,
938
+ Which but to-day by feeding is allayed,
939
+ To-morrow sharpened in his former might.
940
+ So love be thou, although to-day thou fill
941
+ Thy hungry eyes, even till they wink with fulness,
942
+ To-morrow see again, and do not kill
943
+ The spirit of love, with a perpetual dulness:
944
+ Let this sad interim like the ocean be
945
+ Which parts the shore, where two contracted new,
946
+ Come daily to the banks, that when they see:
947
+ Return of love, more blest may be the view.
948
+ Or call it winter, which being full of care,
949
+ Makes summer's welcome, thrice more wished, more rare.
950
+
951
+
952
+ 57
953
+ Being your slave what should I do but tend,
954
+ Upon the hours, and times of your desire?
955
+ I have no precious time at all to spend;
956
+ Nor services to do till you require.
957
+ Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour,
958
+ Whilst I (my sovereign) watch the clock for you,
959
+ Nor think the bitterness of absence sour,
960
+ When you have bid your servant once adieu.
961
+ Nor dare I question with my jealous thought,
962
+ Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
963
+ But like a sad slave stay and think of nought
964
+ Save where you are, how happy you make those.
965
+ So true a fool is love, that in your will,
966
+ (Though you do any thing) he thinks no ill.
967
+
968
+
969
+ 58
970
+ That god forbid, that made me first your slave,
971
+ I should in thought control your times of pleasure,
972
+ Or at your hand th' account of hours to crave,
973
+ Being your vassal bound to stay your leisure.
974
+ O let me suffer (being at your beck)
975
+ Th' imprisoned absence of your liberty,
976
+ And patience tame to sufferance bide each check,
977
+ Without accusing you of injury.
978
+ Be where you list, your charter is so strong,
979
+ That you your self may privilage your time
980
+ To what you will, to you it doth belong,
981
+ Your self to pardon of self-doing crime.
982
+ I am to wait, though waiting so be hell,
983
+ Not blame your pleasure be it ill or well.
984
+
985
+
986
+ 59
987
+ If there be nothing new, but that which is,
988
+ Hath been before, how are our brains beguiled,
989
+ Which labouring for invention bear amis
990
+ The second burthen of a former child!
991
+ O that record could with a backward look,
992
+ Even of five hundred courses of the sun,
993
+ Show me your image in some antique book,
994
+ Since mind at first in character was done.
995
+ That I might see what the old world could say,
996
+ To this composed wonder of your frame,
997
+ Whether we are mended, or whether better they,
998
+ Or whether revolution be the same.
999
+ O sure I am the wits of former days,
1000
+ To subjects worse have given admiring praise.
1001
+
1002
+
1003
+ 60
1004
+ Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
1005
+ So do our minutes hasten to their end,
1006
+ Each changing place with that which goes before,
1007
+ In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
1008
+ Nativity once in the main of light,
1009
+ Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crowned,
1010
+ Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight,
1011
+ And Time that gave, doth now his gift confound.
1012
+ Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth,
1013
+ And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
1014
+ Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,
1015
+ And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow.
1016
+ And yet to times in hope, my verse shall stand
1017
+ Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
1018
+
1019
+
1020
+ 61
1021
+ Is it thy will, thy image should keep open
1022
+ My heavy eyelids to the weary night?
1023
+ Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken,
1024
+ While shadows like to thee do mock my sight?
1025
+ Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee
1026
+ So far from home into my deeds to pry,
1027
+ To find out shames and idle hours in me,
1028
+ The scope and tenure of thy jealousy?
1029
+ O no, thy love though much, is not so great,
1030
+ It is my love that keeps mine eye awake,
1031
+ Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat,
1032
+ To play the watchman ever for thy sake.
1033
+ For thee watch I, whilst thou dost wake elsewhere,
1034
+ From me far off, with others all too near.
1035
+
1036
+
1037
+ 62
1038
+ Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye,
1039
+ And all my soul, and all my every part;
1040
+ And for this sin there is no remedy,
1041
+ It is so grounded inward in my heart.
1042
+ Methinks no face so gracious is as mine,
1043
+ No shape so true, no truth of such account,
1044
+ And for my self mine own worth do define,
1045
+ As I all other in all worths surmount.
1046
+ But when my glass shows me my self indeed
1047
+ beated and chopt with tanned antiquity,
1048
+ Mine own self-love quite contrary I read:
1049
+ Self, so self-loving were iniquity.
1050
+ 'Tis thee (my self) that for my self I praise,
1051
+ Painting my age with beauty of thy days.
1052
+
1053
+
1054
+ 63
1055
+ Against my love shall be as I am now
1056
+ With Time's injurious hand crushed and o'erworn,
1057
+ When hours have drained his blood and filled his brow
1058
+ With lines and wrinkles, when his youthful morn
1059
+ Hath travelled on to age's steepy night,
1060
+ And all those beauties whereof now he's king
1061
+ Are vanishing, or vanished out of sight,
1062
+ Stealing away the treasure of his spring:
1063
+ For such a time do I now fortify
1064
+ Against confounding age's cruel knife,
1065
+ That he shall never cut from memory
1066
+ My sweet love's beauty, though my lover's life.
1067
+ His beauty shall in these black lines be seen,
1068
+ And they shall live, and he in them still green.
1069
+
1070
+
1071
+ 64
1072
+ When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced
1073
+ The rich-proud cost of outworn buried age,
1074
+ When sometime lofty towers I see down-rased,
1075
+ And brass eternal slave to mortal rage.
1076
+ When I have seen the hungry ocean gain
1077
+ Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,
1078
+ And the firm soil win of the watery main,
1079
+ Increasing store with loss, and loss with store.
1080
+ When I have seen such interchange of State,
1081
+ Or state it self confounded, to decay,
1082
+ Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate
1083
+ That Time will come and take my love away.
1084
+ This thought is as a death which cannot choose
1085
+ But weep to have, that which it fears to lose.
1086
+
1087
+
1088
+ 65
1089
+ Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
1090
+ But sad mortality o'ersways their power,
1091
+ How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
1092
+ Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
1093
+ O how shall summer's honey breath hold out,
1094
+ Against the wrackful siege of batt'ring days,
1095
+ When rocks impregnable are not so stout,
1096
+ Nor gates of steel so strong but time decays?
1097
+ O fearful meditation, where alack,
1098
+ Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid?
1099
+ Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back,
1100
+ Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid?
1101
+ O none, unless this miracle have might,
1102
+ That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
1103
+
1104
+
1105
+ 66
1106
+ Tired with all these for restful death I cry,
1107
+ As to behold desert a beggar born,
1108
+ And needy nothing trimmed in jollity,
1109
+ And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
1110
+ And gilded honour shamefully misplaced,
1111
+ And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
1112
+ And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
1113
+ And strength by limping sway disabled
1114
+ And art made tongue-tied by authority,
1115
+ And folly (doctor-like) controlling skill,
1116
+ And simple truth miscalled simplicity,
1117
+ And captive good attending captain ill.
1118
+ Tired with all these, from these would I be gone,
1119
+ Save that to die, I leave my love alone.
1120
+
1121
+
1122
+ 67
1123
+ Ah wherefore with infection should he live,
1124
+ And with his presence grace impiety,
1125
+ That sin by him advantage should achieve,
1126
+ And lace it self with his society?
1127
+ Why should false painting imitate his cheek,
1128
+ And steal dead seeming of his living hue?
1129
+ Why should poor beauty indirectly seek,
1130
+ Roses of shadow, since his rose is true?
1131
+ Why should he live, now nature bankrupt is,
1132
+ Beggared of blood to blush through lively veins,
1133
+ For she hath no exchequer now but his,
1134
+ And proud of many, lives upon his gains?
1135
+ O him she stores, to show what wealth she had,
1136
+ In days long since, before these last so bad.
1137
+
1138
+
1139
+ 68
1140
+ Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn,
1141
+ When beauty lived and died as flowers do now,
1142
+ Before these bastard signs of fair were born,
1143
+ Or durst inhabit on a living brow:
1144
+ Before the golden tresses of the dead,
1145
+ The right of sepulchres, were shorn away,
1146
+ To live a second life on second head,
1147
+ Ere beauty's dead fleece made another gay:
1148
+ In him those holy antique hours are seen,
1149
+ Without all ornament, it self and true,
1150
+ Making no summer of another's green,
1151
+ Robbing no old to dress his beauty new,
1152
+ And him as for a map doth Nature store,
1153
+ To show false Art what beauty was of yore.
1154
+
1155
+
1156
+ 69
1157
+ Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view,
1158
+ Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend:
1159
+ All tongues (the voice of souls) give thee that due,
1160
+ Uttering bare truth, even so as foes commend.
1161
+ Thy outward thus with outward praise is crowned,
1162
+ But those same tongues that give thee so thine own,
1163
+ In other accents do this praise confound
1164
+ By seeing farther than the eye hath shown.
1165
+ They look into the beauty of thy mind,
1166
+ And that in guess they measure by thy deeds,
1167
+ Then churls their thoughts (although their eyes were kind)
1168
+ To thy fair flower add the rank smell of weeds:
1169
+ But why thy odour matcheth not thy show,
1170
+ The soil is this, that thou dost common grow.
1171
+
1172
+
1173
+ 70
1174
+ That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,
1175
+ For slander's mark was ever yet the fair,
1176
+ The ornament of beauty is suspect,
1177
+ A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.
1178
+ So thou be good, slander doth but approve,
1179
+ Thy worth the greater being wooed of time,
1180
+ For canker vice the sweetest buds doth love,
1181
+ And thou present'st a pure unstained prime.
1182
+ Thou hast passed by the ambush of young days,
1183
+ Either not assailed, or victor being charged,
1184
+ Yet this thy praise cannot be so thy praise,
1185
+ To tie up envy, evermore enlarged,
1186
+ If some suspect of ill masked not thy show,
1187
+ Then thou alone kingdoms of hearts shouldst owe.
1188
+
1189
+
1190
+ 71
1191
+ No longer mourn for me when I am dead,
1192
+ Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
1193
+ Give warning to the world that I am fled
1194
+ From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell:
1195
+ Nay if you read this line, remember not,
1196
+ The hand that writ it, for I love you so,
1197
+ That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,
1198
+ If thinking on me then should make you woe.
1199
+ O if (I say) you look upon this verse,
1200
+ When I (perhaps) compounded am with clay,
1201
+ Do not so much as my poor name rehearse;
1202
+ But let your love even with my life decay.
1203
+ Lest the wise world should look into your moan,
1204
+ And mock you with me after I am gone.
1205
+
1206
+
1207
+ 72
1208
+ O lest the world should task you to recite,
1209
+ What merit lived in me that you should love
1210
+ After my death (dear love) forget me quite,
1211
+ For you in me can nothing worthy prove.
1212
+ Unless you would devise some virtuous lie,
1213
+ To do more for me than mine own desert,
1214
+ And hang more praise upon deceased I,
1215
+ Than niggard truth would willingly impart:
1216
+ O lest your true love may seem false in this,
1217
+ That you for love speak well of me untrue,
1218
+ My name be buried where my body is,
1219
+ And live no more to shame nor me, nor you.
1220
+ For I am shamed by that which I bring forth,
1221
+ And so should you, to love things nothing worth.
1222
+
1223
+
1224
+ 73
1225
+ That time of year thou mayst in me behold,
1226
+ When yellow leaves, or none, or few do hang
1227
+ Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
1228
+ Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
1229
+ In me thou seest the twilight of such day,
1230
+ As after sunset fadeth in the west,
1231
+ Which by and by black night doth take away,
1232
+ Death's second self that seals up all in rest.
1233
+ In me thou seest the glowing of such fire,
1234
+ That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
1235
+ As the death-bed, whereon it must expire,
1236
+ Consumed with that which it was nourished by.
1237
+ This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,
1238
+ To love that well, which thou must leave ere long.
1239
+
1240
+
1241
+ 74
1242
+ But be contented when that fell arrest,
1243
+ Without all bail shall carry me away,
1244
+ My life hath in this line some interest,
1245
+ Which for memorial still with thee shall stay.
1246
+ When thou reviewest this, thou dost review,
1247
+ The very part was consecrate to thee,
1248
+ The earth can have but earth, which is his due,
1249
+ My spirit is thine the better part of me,
1250
+ So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life,
1251
+ The prey of worms, my body being dead,
1252
+ The coward conquest of a wretch's knife,
1253
+ Too base of thee to be remembered,
1254
+ The worth of that, is that which it contains,
1255
+ And that is this, and this with thee remains.
1256
+
1257
+
1258
+ 75
1259
+ So are you to my thoughts as food to life,
1260
+ Or as sweet-seasoned showers are to the ground;
1261
+ And for the peace of you I hold such strife
1262
+ As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found.
1263
+ Now proud as an enjoyer, and anon
1264
+ Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure,
1265
+ Now counting best to be with you alone,
1266
+ Then bettered that the world may see my pleasure,
1267
+ Sometime all full with feasting on your sight,
1268
+ And by and by clean starved for a look,
1269
+ Possessing or pursuing no delight
1270
+ Save what is had, or must from you be took.
1271
+ Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day,
1272
+ Or gluttoning on all, or all away.
1273
+
1274
+
1275
+ 76
1276
+ Why is my verse so barren of new pride?
1277
+ So far from variation or quick change?
1278
+ Why with the time do I not glance aside
1279
+ To new-found methods, and to compounds strange?
1280
+ Why write I still all one, ever the same,
1281
+ And keep invention in a noted weed,
1282
+ That every word doth almost tell my name,
1283
+ Showing their birth, and where they did proceed?
1284
+ O know sweet love I always write of you,
1285
+ And you and love are still my argument:
1286
+ So all my best is dressing old words new,
1287
+ Spending again what is already spent:
1288
+ For as the sun is daily new and old,
1289
+ So is my love still telling what is told.
1290
+
1291
+
1292
+ 77
1293
+ Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
1294
+ Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste,
1295
+ These vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear,
1296
+ And of this book, this learning mayst thou taste.
1297
+ The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show,
1298
+ Of mouthed graves will give thee memory,
1299
+ Thou by thy dial's shady stealth mayst know,
1300
+ Time's thievish progress to eternity.
1301
+ Look what thy memory cannot contain,
1302
+ Commit to these waste blanks, and thou shalt find
1303
+ Those children nursed, delivered from thy brain,
1304
+ To take a new acquaintance of thy mind.
1305
+ These offices, so oft as thou wilt look,
1306
+ Shall profit thee, and much enrich thy book.
1307
+
1308
+
1309
+ 78
1310
+ So oft have I invoked thee for my muse,
1311
+ And found such fair assistance in my verse,
1312
+ As every alien pen hath got my use,
1313
+ And under thee their poesy disperse.
1314
+ Thine eyes, that taught the dumb on high to sing,
1315
+ And heavy ignorance aloft to fly,
1316
+ Have added feathers to the learned's wing,
1317
+ And given grace a double majesty.
1318
+ Yet be most proud of that which I compile,
1319
+ Whose influence is thine, and born of thee,
1320
+ In others' works thou dost but mend the style,
1321
+ And arts with thy sweet graces graced be.
1322
+ But thou art all my art, and dost advance
1323
+ As high as learning, my rude ignorance.
1324
+
1325
+
1326
+ 79
1327
+ Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid,
1328
+ My verse alone had all thy gentle grace,
1329
+ But now my gracious numbers are decayed,
1330
+ And my sick muse doth give an other place.
1331
+ I grant (sweet love) thy lovely argument
1332
+ Deserves the travail of a worthier pen,
1333
+ Yet what of thee thy poet doth invent,
1334
+ He robs thee of, and pays it thee again,
1335
+ He lends thee virtue, and he stole that word,
1336
+ From thy behaviour, beauty doth he give
1337
+ And found it in thy cheek: he can afford
1338
+ No praise to thee, but what in thee doth live.
1339
+ Then thank him not for that which he doth say,
1340
+ Since what he owes thee, thou thy self dost pay.
1341
+
1342
+
1343
+ 80
1344
+ O how I faint when I of you do write,
1345
+ Knowing a better spirit doth use your name,
1346
+ And in the praise thereof spends all his might,
1347
+ To make me tongue-tied speaking of your fame.
1348
+ But since your worth (wide as the ocean is)
1349
+ The humble as the proudest sail doth bear,
1350
+ My saucy bark (inferior far to his)
1351
+ On your broad main doth wilfully appear.
1352
+ Your shallowest help will hold me up afloat,
1353
+ Whilst he upon your soundless deep doth ride,
1354
+ Or (being wrecked) I am a worthless boat,
1355
+ He of tall building, and of goodly pride.
1356
+ Then if he thrive and I be cast away,
1357
+ The worst was this, my love was my decay.
1358
+
1359
+
1360
+ 81
1361
+ Or I shall live your epitaph to make,
1362
+ Or you survive when I in earth am rotten,
1363
+ From hence your memory death cannot take,
1364
+ Although in me each part will be forgotten.
1365
+ Your name from hence immortal life shall have,
1366
+ Though I (once gone) to all the world must die,
1367
+ The earth can yield me but a common grave,
1368
+ When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie,
1369
+ Your monument shall be my gentle verse,
1370
+ Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read,
1371
+ And tongues to be, your being shall rehearse,
1372
+ When all the breathers of this world are dead,
1373
+ You still shall live (such virtue hath my pen)
1374
+ Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
1375
+
1376
+
1377
+ 82
1378
+ I grant thou wert not married to my muse,
1379
+ And therefore mayst without attaint o'erlook
1380
+ The dedicated words which writers use
1381
+ Of their fair subject, blessing every book.
1382
+ Thou art as fair in knowledge as in hue,
1383
+ Finding thy worth a limit past my praise,
1384
+ And therefore art enforced to seek anew,
1385
+ Some fresher stamp of the time-bettering days.
1386
+ And do so love, yet when they have devised,
1387
+ What strained touches rhetoric can lend,
1388
+ Thou truly fair, wert truly sympathized,
1389
+ In true plain words, by thy true-telling friend.
1390
+ And their gross painting might be better used,
1391
+ Where cheeks need blood, in thee it is abused.
1392
+
1393
+
1394
+ 83
1395
+ I never saw that you did painting need,
1396
+ And therefore to your fair no painting set,
1397
+ I found (or thought I found) you did exceed,
1398
+ That barren tender of a poet's debt:
1399
+ And therefore have I slept in your report,
1400
+ That you your self being extant well might show,
1401
+ How far a modern quill doth come too short,
1402
+ Speaking of worth, what worth in you doth grow.
1403
+ This silence for my sin you did impute,
1404
+ Which shall be most my glory being dumb,
1405
+ For I impair not beauty being mute,
1406
+ When others would give life, and bring a tomb.
1407
+ There lives more life in one of your fair eyes,
1408
+ Than both your poets can in praise devise.
1409
+
1410
+
1411
+ 84
1412
+ Who is it that says most, which can say more,
1413
+ Than this rich praise, that you alone, are you?
1414
+ In whose confine immured is the store,
1415
+ Which should example where your equal grew.
1416
+ Lean penury within that pen doth dwell,
1417
+ That to his subject lends not some small glory,
1418
+ But he that writes of you, if he can tell,
1419
+ That you are you, so dignifies his story.
1420
+ Let him but copy what in you is writ,
1421
+ Not making worse what nature made so clear,
1422
+ And such a counterpart shall fame his wit,
1423
+ Making his style admired every where.
1424
+ You to your beauteous blessings add a curse,
1425
+ Being fond on praise, which makes your praises worse.
1426
+
1427
+
1428
+ 85
1429
+ My tongue-tied muse in manners holds her still,
1430
+ While comments of your praise richly compiled,
1431
+ Reserve their character with golden quill,
1432
+ And precious phrase by all the Muses filed.
1433
+ I think good thoughts, whilst other write good words,
1434
+ And like unlettered clerk still cry Amen,
1435
+ To every hymn that able spirit affords,
1436
+ In polished form of well refined pen.
1437
+ Hearing you praised, I say 'tis so, 'tis true,
1438
+ And to the most of praise add something more,
1439
+ But that is in my thought, whose love to you
1440
+ (Though words come hindmost) holds his rank before,
1441
+ Then others, for the breath of words respect,
1442
+ Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect.
1443
+
1444
+
1445
+ 86
1446
+ Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,
1447
+ Bound for the prize of (all too precious) you,
1448
+ That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse,
1449
+ Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew?
1450
+ Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write,
1451
+ Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead?
1452
+ No, neither he, nor his compeers by night
1453
+ Giving him aid, my verse astonished.
1454
+ He nor that affable familiar ghost
1455
+ Which nightly gulls him with intelligence,
1456
+ As victors of my silence cannot boast,
1457
+ I was not sick of any fear from thence.
1458
+ But when your countenance filled up his line,
1459
+ Then lacked I matter, that enfeebled mine.
1460
+
1461
+
1462
+ 87
1463
+ Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,
1464
+ And like enough thou know'st thy estimate,
1465
+ The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing:
1466
+ My bonds in thee are all determinate.
1467
+ For how do I hold thee but by thy granting,
1468
+ And for that riches where is my deserving?
1469
+ The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting,
1470
+ And so my patent back again is swerving.
1471
+ Thy self thou gav'st, thy own worth then not knowing,
1472
+ Or me to whom thou gav'st it, else mistaking,
1473
+ So thy great gift upon misprision growing,
1474
+ Comes home again, on better judgement making.
1475
+ Thus have I had thee as a dream doth flatter,
1476
+ In sleep a king, but waking no such matter.
1477
+
1478
+
1479
+ 88
1480
+ When thou shalt be disposed to set me light,
1481
+ And place my merit in the eye of scorn,
1482
+ Upon thy side, against my self I'll fight,
1483
+ And prove thee virtuous, though thou art forsworn:
1484
+ With mine own weakness being best acquainted,
1485
+ Upon thy part I can set down a story
1486
+ Of faults concealed, wherein I am attainted:
1487
+ That thou in losing me, shalt win much glory:
1488
+ And I by this will be a gainer too,
1489
+ For bending all my loving thoughts on thee,
1490
+ The injuries that to my self I do,
1491
+ Doing thee vantage, double-vantage me.
1492
+ Such is my love, to thee I so belong,
1493
+ That for thy right, my self will bear all wrong.
1494
+
1495
+
1496
+ 89
1497
+ Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,
1498
+ And I will comment upon that offence,
1499
+ Speak of my lameness, and I straight will halt:
1500
+ Against thy reasons making no defence.
1501
+ Thou canst not (love) disgrace me half so ill,
1502
+ To set a form upon desired change,
1503
+ As I'll my self disgrace, knowing thy will,
1504
+ I will acquaintance strangle and look strange:
1505
+ Be absent from thy walks and in my tongue,
1506
+ Thy sweet beloved name no more shall dwell,
1507
+ Lest I (too much profane) should do it wronk:
1508
+ And haply of our old acquaintance tell.
1509
+ For thee, against my self I'll vow debate,
1510
+ For I must ne'er love him whom thou dost hate.
1511
+
1512
+
1513
+ 90
1514
+ Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever, now,
1515
+ Now while the world is bent my deeds to cross,
1516
+ join with the spite of fortune, make me bow,
1517
+ And do not drop in for an after-loss:
1518
+ Ah do not, when my heart hath 'scaped this sorrow,
1519
+ Come in the rearward of a conquered woe,
1520
+ Give not a windy night a rainy morrow,
1521
+ To linger out a purposed overthrow.
1522
+ If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last,
1523
+ When other petty griefs have done their spite,
1524
+ But in the onset come, so shall I taste
1525
+ At first the very worst of fortune's might.
1526
+ And other strains of woe, which now seem woe,
1527
+ Compared with loss of thee, will not seem so.
1528
+
1529
+
1530
+ 91
1531
+ Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,
1532
+ Some in their wealth, some in their body's force,
1533
+ Some in their garments though new-fangled ill:
1534
+ Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse.
1535
+ And every humour hath his adjunct pleasure,
1536
+ Wherein it finds a joy above the rest,
1537
+ But these particulars are not my measure,
1538
+ All these I better in one general best.
1539
+ Thy love is better than high birth to me,
1540
+ Richer than wealth, prouder than garments' costs,
1541
+ Of more delight than hawks and horses be:
1542
+ And having thee, of all men's pride I boast.
1543
+ Wretched in this alone, that thou mayst take,
1544
+ All this away, and me most wretchcd make.
1545
+
1546
+
1547
+ 92
1548
+ But do thy worst to steal thy self away,
1549
+ For term of life thou art assured mine,
1550
+ And life no longer than thy love will stay,
1551
+ For it depends upon that love of thine.
1552
+ Then need I not to fear the worst of wrongs,
1553
+ When in the least of them my life hath end,
1554
+ I see, a better state to me belongs
1555
+ Than that, which on thy humour doth depend.
1556
+ Thou canst not vex me with inconstant mind,
1557
+ Since that my life on thy revolt doth lie,
1558
+ O what a happy title do I find,
1559
+ Happy to have thy love, happy to die!
1560
+ But what's so blessed-fair that fears no blot?
1561
+ Thou mayst be false, and yet I know it not.
1562
+
1563
+
1564
+ 93
1565
+ So shall I live, supposing thou art true,
1566
+ Like a deceived husband, so love's face,
1567
+ May still seem love to me, though altered new:
1568
+ Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place.
1569
+ For there can live no hatred in thine eye,
1570
+ Therefore in that I cannot know thy change,
1571
+ In many's looks, the false heart's history
1572
+ Is writ in moods and frowns and wrinkles strange.
1573
+ But heaven in thy creation did decree,
1574
+ That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell,
1575
+ Whate'er thy thoughts, or thy heart's workings be,
1576
+ Thy looks should nothing thence, but sweetness tell.
1577
+ How like Eve's apple doth thy beauty grow,
1578
+ If thy sweet virtue answer not thy show.
1579
+
1580
+
1581
+ 94
1582
+ They that have power to hurt, and will do none,
1583
+ That do not do the thing, they most do show,
1584
+ Who moving others, are themselves as stone,
1585
+ Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow:
1586
+ They rightly do inherit heaven's graces,
1587
+ And husband nature's riches from expense,
1588
+ Tibey are the lords and owners of their faces,
1589
+ Others, but stewards of their excellence:
1590
+ The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,
1591
+ Though to it self, it only live and die,
1592
+ But if that flower with base infection meet,
1593
+ The basest weed outbraves his dignity:
1594
+ For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds,
1595
+ Lilies that fester, smell far worse than weeds.
1596
+
1597
+
1598
+ 95
1599
+ How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame,
1600
+ Which like a canker in the fragrant rose,
1601
+ Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name!
1602
+ O in what sweets dost thou thy sins enclose!
1603
+ That tongue that tells the story of thy days,
1604
+ (Making lascivious comments on thy sport)
1605
+ Cannot dispraise, but in a kind of praise,
1606
+ Naming thy name, blesses an ill report.
1607
+ O what a mansion have those vices got,
1608
+ Which for their habitation chose out thee,
1609
+ Where beauty's veil doth cover every blot,
1610
+ And all things turns to fair, that eyes can see!
1611
+ Take heed (dear heart) of this large privilege,
1612
+ The hardest knife ill-used doth lose his edge.
1613
+
1614
+
1615
+ 96
1616
+ Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness,
1617
+ Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport,
1618
+ Both grace and faults are loved of more and less:
1619
+ Thou mak'st faults graces, that to thee resort:
1620
+ As on the finger of a throned queen,
1621
+ The basest jewel will be well esteemed:
1622
+ So are those errors that in thee are seen,
1623
+ To truths translated, and for true things deemed.
1624
+ How many lambs might the stern wolf betray,
1625
+ If like a lamb he could his looks translate!
1626
+ How many gazers mightst thou lead away,
1627
+ if thou wouldst use the strength of all thy state!
1628
+ But do not so, I love thee in such sort,
1629
+ As thou being mine, mine is thy good report.
1630
+
1631
+
1632
+ 97
1633
+ How like a winter hath my absence been
1634
+ From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
1635
+ What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
1636
+ What old December's bareness everywhere!
1637
+ And yet this time removed was summer's time,
1638
+ The teeming autumn big with rich increase,
1639
+ Bearing the wanton burden of the prime,
1640
+ Like widowed wombs after their lords' decease:
1641
+ Yet this abundant issue seemed to me
1642
+ But hope of orphans, and unfathered fruit,
1643
+ For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
1644
+ And thou away, the very birds are mute.
1645
+ Or if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer,
1646
+ That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.
1647
+
1648
+
1649
+ 98
1650
+ From you have I been absent in the spring,
1651
+ When proud-pied April (dressed in all his trim)
1652
+ Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing:
1653
+ That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him.
1654
+ Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell
1655
+ Of different flowers in odour and in hue,
1656
+ Could make me any summer's story tell:
1657
+ Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew:
1658
+ Nor did I wonder at the lily's white,
1659
+ Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose,
1660
+ They were but sweet, but figures of delight:
1661
+ Drawn after you, you pattern of all those.
1662
+ Yet seemed it winter still, and you away,
1663
+ As with your shadow I with these did play.
1664
+
1665
+
1666
+ 99
1667
+ The forward violet thus did I chide,
1668
+ Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells,
1669
+ If not from my love's breath? The purple pride
1670
+ Which on thy soft check for complexion dwells,
1671
+ In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed.
1672
+ The lily I condemned for thy hand,
1673
+ And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair,
1674
+ The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,
1675
+ One blushing shame, another white despair:
1676
+ A third nor red, nor white, had stol'n of both,
1677
+ And to his robbery had annexed thy breath,
1678
+ But for his theft in pride of all his growth
1679
+ A vengeful canker eat him up to death.
1680
+ More flowers I noted, yet I none could see,
1681
+ But sweet, or colour it had stol'n from thee.
1682
+
1683
+
1684
+ 100
1685
+ Where art thou Muse that thou forget'st so long,
1686
+ To speak of that which gives thee all thy might?
1687
+ Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song,
1688
+ Darkening thy power to lend base subjects light?
1689
+ Return forgetful Muse, and straight redeem,
1690
+ In gentle numbers time so idly spent,
1691
+ Sing to the ear that doth thy lays esteem,
1692
+ And gives thy pen both skill and argument.
1693
+ Rise resty Muse, my love's sweet face survey,
1694
+ If time have any wrinkle graven there,
1695
+ If any, be a satire to decay,
1696
+ And make time's spoils despised everywhere.
1697
+ Give my love fame faster than Time wastes life,
1698
+ So thou prevent'st his scythe, and crooked knife.
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  " save_strategy=\"steps\", # Save the model checkpoint every logging step\n",
107
  " save_steps=50, # Save checkpoints every 50 steps\n",
 
 
108
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+ "execution_count": null,
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+ "metadata": {},
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+ "\n",
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+ " dataset = split_and_trim(content)\n",
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+ " tokenized_train_dataset = [\n",
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+ " ]\n",
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+ ]
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+ },
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  {
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107
  "run_name = project\n",
108
  "output_dir = \"./\" + run_name\n",
109
  "\n",
110
+ "checkpointing_args = {\"use_reentrant\": False}\n",
 
 
 
 
 
111
  "trainer = transformers.Trainer(\n",
112
  " model=model,\n",
113
  " train_dataset=tokenized_train_dataset,\n",
 
117
  " per_device_train_batch_size=2,\n",
118
  " gradient_accumulation_steps=1,\n",
119
  " gradient_checkpointing=True,\n",
120
+ " max_steps=3000,\n",
121
  " learning_rate=2.5e-5, # Want a small lr for finetuning\n",
122
  " # fp16=True, \n",
123
+ " optim=\"adamw_torch\",\n",
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  " # logging_steps=25, # When to start reporting loss\n",
125
  " # logging_dir=\"./logs\", # Directory for storing logs\n",
126
  " save_strategy=\"steps\", # Save the model checkpoint every logging step\n",
127
  " save_steps=50, # Save checkpoints every 50 steps\n",
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+ " logging_steps=100,\n",
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+ " save_total_limit=4,\n",
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  " # evaluation_strategy=\"steps\", # Evaluate the model every logging step\n",
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  " # eval_steps=25, # Evaluate and save checkpoints every 50 steps\n",
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  " # do_eval=True, # Perform evaluation at the end of training\n",