898 Reserve them for my love, not for their rhyme, | Nor thou with public kindness honour me, Unless thou take that honour from thy name O, then vouchsafe me but this loving thought! But do not so; I love thee in such sort, XXXIII. Full many a glorious morning have I seen With ugly rack on his celestial face, The region cloud hath mask'd him from me XXXIV. Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day, Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke? To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face, Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief; And they are rich, and ransom all ill deeds. No more be griev'd at that which thou hast Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud; Authorizing thy trespass with compare; To that sweet thief, which sourly robs from me. Let me confess that we two must be twain, I may not evermore acknowledge thee, Lest my bewailed guiltshould do thee shame; As thou being mine, mine is thy good report. As a decrepit father takes delight To see his active child do deeds of youth, I make my love engrafted to this store: That I in thy abundance am suffic'd, And by a part of all thy glory live. How can my muse want subject to invent, my verse Thine own sweet argument, too excellent When thou thyself dost give invention light? Than those old nine, which rhymers invocate; O how thy worth with manners may I sing, And our dear love lose name of single one; That due to thee,which thou deserv'st alone. And that thou teachest how to make one twain, Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all; before? No love, my love, that thou may'st true love more. Then, if for my love thou my love receivest, To bear love's wrong, than hate's known in- Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shews, XLI. Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits, Thy beauty and thy years full well befits, Sinks down to death, oppress'd with melancholy, Until life's composition be recur'd By those swift messengers return'd from thee, And chide thy beauty and thy straying Where thou art forc'd to break a two-fold That thou hast her, it is not all my grief, And for my sake even so doth she abuse me, Suffering my friend for my sake to approve If I lose thee, my loss is my love's gain, [her; 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: When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see. All days are nights to see, till I see thee, How to divide the conquest of thy sight; Mine heart mine eye the freedom of that A quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart The clear eye's moiety, and the dear heart's part As thus; mine eye's due is thine outward part, heart. XLVII. Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took, And each doth good turns now unto the other: When that mine eye is famish'd for a look, Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother, With my love's picture then my eye doth feast, move, For thou not farther than my thoughts canst How careful was I, when I took my way, Most worthy comfort, now my greatest grief, Art left the prey of every vulgar thief. and part; And even thence thou wilt be stolen, I fear, Against that time, if ever that time come, When as thy love hath cast his utmost sum, To guard the lawful reasons on thy part: 900 To leave poor me thou hast the strength of laws, Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly Since, why to love, I can allege no cause. L. How heavy do I journey on the way, When what I seek,-my weary travel's end, Doth teach that ease and that repose to say, Thus far the miles are measur'd from thy friend! The beast that bears me, tired with my woe, Plods dully on, to bear that weight in me, As if by some instinct the wretch did know His rider lov'd not speed, being made from thee: The bloody spur cannot provoke him on That sometimes anger thrusts into his hide; Which heavily he answers with a groan, More sharp to me than spurring to his side; For that same groan doth put this in my mind,– My grief lies onward, and my joy behind. LI. Thus can my love excuse the slow offence Of my dull bearer, when from thee I speed: From where thou art why should I haste me thence? Till I return, of posting is no need. O, what excuse will my poor beast then find, When swift extremity can seem but slow? Then should I spur, though mounted on the wind? In winged speed no motion shall I know: Then can no horse with my desire keep pace; Therefore, desire of perfect love being made, Shall neigh (no dull flesh) in his fiery race; But love, for love, thus shall excuse my jade; Since from thee going he went wilful-slow, Towards thee I'll run, and give him leave to go. LII. So am I as the rich, whose blessed key [sure, Since seldom coming, in the long year set, By new unfolding his imprison'd bride. Blessed are you, whose worthiness gives scope, Being had, to triumph, being lack'd, to hope. LIII. What is your substance, whereof are you made, Is poorly imitated after you; And you in Grecian tires are painted new: And you in every blessed shape we know. LIV. O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem, For that sweet odour which doth in it live When summer's breath their masked buds discloses ; But, for their virtue only is their shew, And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall fade, my verse distils your truth. LV. Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall out-live this powerful rhyme; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall The living record of your memory. [burn 'Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room Even in the eyes of all posterity, That wear this world out to the ending doom. So, till the judgment that yourself arise, You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes. LVII. Being your slave, what should I do but tend Nor think the bitterness of absence sour, When you have bid your servant once adien; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought, Where you may be, or your affairs suppose; But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought, Save, where you are, how happy you make those: Be where you list; your charter is so strong, Yourself to pardon of self-doing crime. If there be nothing new, but that, which is, Since mind at first in character was done! Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before; In sequent toil all forwards do contend, Nativity once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd, Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight, And time that gave, doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow; Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; And yet, to times in hope, my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand. LXI. Is it thy will, thy image should keep open Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee The scope and tenor of thy jealousy? where From me far off, with others all-too-near. LXII. Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye, It is so grounded inward in my heart. As I all other in all worths surmount. But when my glass shews me myself indeed, Beated and chopp'd with tann'd antiquity, Mine own self-love quite contrary I read, Self so self-loving were iniquity. "Tis thee (myself) that for myself I praise, Painting my age with beauty of thy days. LXIII. Against my love shall be, as I am now, [worn; With time's injurious hand crush'd and o'erWhen hours have drain'd his blood, and fill'd his brow [morn With lines and wrinkles; when his youth.ful Hath travell'd on to age's steepy night; And all those beauties, whereof now he's king, Are vanishing or vanish'd out of sight, Stealing away the treasure of his spring; For such a time do I now fortify Against confounding age's cruel knife, That he shall never cut from memory My sweet love's beauty, though my lover's life. His beauty shall in these black lines be seen, And they shall live, and he in them still green. LXIV. When I have seen by Time's fell hand defac'd That time will come, and take my love away. This thought is as a death, which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose. LXV. Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'er-sways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower? O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out Against the wreckful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong, but time decays? O fearful meditation! where, alack, Shall time's best jewel from time's chest be hid? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back? LXVI. Tir'd with all these, for restful death I cry,- And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And captive good attending captain ill: Tir'd with all these, from these would I be gone, Save that, to die, I leave my love alone. Why should he live, now nature bankrupt is, Beggar'd of blood to blush through lively veins ? For she hath no exchequer now but his, And, proud of many, lives upon his gains. O, him she stores, to shew what wealth she had, In days long since, before these last so bad. LXVIII. Thus is his cheek the map of days out-worn, When beauty liv'd and died, as flowers do now, Before these bastard signs of fair were borne, Or durst inhabit on a living brow; Before the golden tresses of the dead, The right of sepulchres, were shorn away, To give a second life on second head; Ere beauty's dead fleece made another gay: In him those holy antique hours are seen, Without all ornament, itself and true, Making no summer of another's green, Robbing no old dress his beauty new; And him as for a map doth nature store, To shew false heart what beauty was of yore. LXIX. view, Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth [mend; Want nothing that the thought of hearts can All tongues (the voice of souls) give thee that due, [mend. Uttering bare truth, even so as foes comThine outward thus with outward praise is [thine own, But those same tongues that give thee so In other accents do this praise confound, crown'd; By seeing farther than the eye hath shewn. They look into the beauty of thy mind, And that, in guess, they measure by thy deeds: [eyes were kind, Then (churls) their thoughts, although their To thy fair flower add the rank smell of weeds: But why thy odour matcheth not thy shew, The solve is this, that thou dost common grow. LXX. That thou art blam'd shall not be thy defect, For slander's mark was ever yet the fair; The ornament of beauty is suspect, A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air. So thou be good, slander doth but approve Thy worth the greater, being woo'd of time; For canker vice the sweetest buds doth love, And thou present'st a pure unstained prinie. Thou hast pass'd by the ambush of young days, Either not assail'd, or victor being charg'd; Yet this thy praise cannot be so thy praise, To tye up envy evermore enlarg'd: If some suspect of ill mask'd not thy shew, Then thou alone kingdoms of hearts should'st Lest the wise world should look into your moan, O, lest the world should task you to recite And live no more to shame nor me nor you. For I am sham'd by that which I bring forth, And so should you, to love things nothing worth. LXXIII. That time of year thou may'st in me behold, When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, [birds sang. Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sun-set fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie; As the death-bed whereon it must expire, This thou perceiv'st which makes thy love Consum'd with that which itwas nourish'd by. flong. To love that well which thou must leave ere more strong, LXXIV. But be contented: when that fell arrest Which for memorial still with thee shall stay. So are you to my thoughts, as food to life, Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the |