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But since he died, and poets better prove,
Theirs for their style I'll read, his for his love."

33.

Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye,
Kissing with golden face the meadows grecn,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchymy;
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride
With ugly racka on his celestial face,
And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace:
Even so my sun one early morn did shine
With all triumphant splendour on my brow;
But out! alack! he was but one hour mine,
The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now.

Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth;
Suns of the world may stain, when heaven's sun staineth.”

34.

Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,
And make me travel forth without my cloak,
To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way,
Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke?
’T is not enough that through the cloud thou break,
To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face,

* Rack. Tooke, in his full discussion of the meaning of this word (“ Diversions of Purley,' Part II., Chap. IV.), holds that rack means “merely that which is reeked ;” and that in all the instances of its use by Sbakspere the word signifies vapour. He illustrates the passage before us by quoting the lines in · The First Part of Henry IV.,' where the Prince in some degree justifies bis course of profligacy :

“ Yet berein will I imitate the sun,

Who doth permit the base contagious clouds
To smother up his beauty from the world,
That when he please again to be himself,
Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at,
By breaking through the foul and ugly mists

Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.” b Stain and staineth are here used with the signification of a verb neuter. Suus of the world may be stained as heaven's sun is stained.

For no man well of such a salve can speak,
That heals the wound, and cures not the disgrace:
Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief;
Though thou repent, yet I have still the loss :
The offender's sorrow lends but weak relief
To him that bears the strong offence's cross."

Ah! but those tears are pearl which thy love sheds,
And they are rich, and ransom all ill deeds.

35.

No more be griev'd at that which thou hast done:
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud;
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
All men make faults, and even I in this,
Authorising thy trespass with compare,
Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss,b
Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are:
For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense,
(Thy adverse party is thy advocate)
And 'gainst myself a lawful plea commence:
Such civil war is in my love and hate,

That I an accessory needs must be
To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.

36.

Let me confess that we two must be twain,
Although our undivided loves are one:
So shall those blots that do with me remain,
Without thy help, by me be borne alone.
In our two loves there is but one respect,
Though in our lives a separable e spite,
Which though it alter not love's sole effect,
Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love's delight.

& Cross.

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I

may not evermore acknowledge thee,
Lest my bewailed guilt should do thee shame;
Nor thou with public kindness honour me,
Unless thou take that honour from thy name:

But do not so; I love thee in such sort,
As, thou being mine, mine is thy good report.

37.

As a decrepit father takes delight
To see his active child do deeds of youth,
So I, made lame by fortune's dearest a spite,
Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth;
For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit,
Or
any

of these all, or all, or more,
Entitled in thy parts do crowned sit,
I make my love engrafted to this store :
So then I am not lame, poor, nor despis’d,
Whilst that this shadow doth such substance give,
That I in thy abundance am suffic'd,
And by a part of all thy glory live.

Look what is best, that best I wish in thee;
This wish I have; then ten times happy me!

38.

How can my muse want subject to invent,
While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verse
Thine own sweet argument, too excellent
For every vulgar paper to rehearse ?
O, give thyself the thanks, if aught in me
Worthy perusal stand against thy sight;
For who's so dumb that cannot write to thee,
When thou thyself dost give invention light?
Be thou the tenth muse, ten times more in worth
Than those old nine which rhymers invocate;
And he that calls on thee, let him bring forth
Eternal numbers to outlive long date.

a Dearest. So in Hamlet :'

“ Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven!"

If my slight muse do please these curious days,
The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise.

39.

0, how thy worth with manners may I sing,
When thou art all the better part of me?
What can mine own praise to mine own self bring?
And what is 't but mine own, when I praise thee?
Even for this let us divided live,
And our dear love lose name of single one,
That by this separation I may give
That due to thee, which thou deserv'st alone.
O absence, what a torment wouldst thou prove,
Were it not thy sour leisure gave sweet leave
To entertain the time with thoughts of love,
(Which time and thoughts so sweetly doth deceive,)

And that thou teachest how to make one twain,
By praising him here, who doth hence remain!

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40.

Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all;
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before ?
No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call;
All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more.
Then if for my love thou my love receivest,
I cannot blame thee for my love thou usest;
But yet be blam’d, if thou thyself deceivest
By wilful taste of what thyself refusest.
I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief,
Although thou steal thee all my poverty;
And yet, love knows, it is a greater grief
To bear love's wrong, than hate's known injury.
Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows,
Kill me with spites; yet we must not be foes.

41.

Those

pretty wrongs that liberty commits When I am sometime absent from thy heart,

* For here signifies because.

Thy beauty and thy years full well befits,
For still temptation follows where thou art.
Gentle thou art, and therefore to be won,
Beauteous thou art, therefore to be assail'd;
And when a woman woos, what woman's son
Will sourly leave her till she have prevail'd ?
Ah me! but yet thou mightst my seat forbear,
And chide thy beauty and thy straying youth,
Who lead thee in their riot even there
Where thou art forc'd to break a two-fold truth;

Hers, by thy beauty tempting her to thee,
Thine, by thy beauty being false to me.

42.

That thou hast her, it is not all my grief,
And yet it may be said I lov'd her dearly;
That she hath thee, is of my wailing chief,
A loss in love that touches me more nearly.
Loving offenders, thus I will excuse ye:
Thou dost love her, because thou knew'st I love her;
And for

my

sake even so doth she abuse me,
Suffering my friend for my sake to approve her.
If I lose thee, my loss is my love's gain,
And, losing her, my friend hath found that loss;
Both find each other, and I lose both twain,
And both for my sake lay on me this cross:

But here 's the joy; my friend and I are one;
Sweet flattery! then she loves but me alone.

43.

When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
For all the day they view things unrespected ;*
But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,
And, darkly bright, are bright in dark directed;
Then thou whose shadow shadows doth make bright,
How would thy shadow's form form happy show
To the clear day with thy much clearer light,
When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so!

Unrespected-unregarded.

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