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http www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/100/pg100.html then being asked where all thy beauty lies where all the treasure of thy lusty days to say within thine own deep sunken eyes were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise how much more praise deserved thy beauty s use if thou couldst answer this fair child of mine shall sum my count and make my old excuse proving his beauty by succession thine this were to be new made when thou art old and see thy blood warm when thou feel st it cold 3 look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest now is the time that face should form another whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest thou dost beguile the world unbless some mother for where is she so fair whose uneared womb disdains the tillage of thy husbandry or who is he so fond will be the tomb of his self-love to stop posterity thou art thy mother s glass and she in thee calls back the lovely april of her prime so thou through windows of thine age shalt see despite of wrinkles this thy golden time but if thou live remembered not to be die single and thine image dies with thee 4 unthrifty loveliness why dost thou spend upon thy self thy beauty s legacy nature s bequest gives nothing but doth lend and being frank she lends to those are free then beauteous niggard why dost thou abuse the bounteous largess given thee to give profitless usurer why dost thou use so great a sum of sums yet canst not live for having traffic with thy self alone thou of thy self thy sweet self dost deceive then how when nature calls thee to be gone what acceptable audit canst thou leave thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee which used lives th executor to be 5 those hours that with gentle work did frame the lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell will play the tyrants to the very same and that unfair which fairly doth excel for never-resting time leads summer on to hideous winter and confounds him there sap checked with frost and lusty leaves quite gone beauty o er-snowed and bareness every where 5 of 2260 18-04-2011 17:59

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http www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/100/pg100.html then were not summer s distillation left a liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass beauty s effect with beauty were bereft nor it nor no remembrance what it was but flowers distilled though they with winter meet leese but their show their substance still lives sweet 6 then let not winter s ragged hand deface in thee thy summer ere thou be distilled make sweet some vial treasure thou some place with beauty s treasure ere it be self-killed that use is not forbidden usury which happies those that pay the willing loan that s for thy self to breed another thee or ten times happier be it ten for one ten times thy self were happier than thou art if ten of thine ten times refigured thee then what could death do if thou shouldst depart leaving thee living in posterity be not self-willed for thou art much too fair to be death s conquest and make worms thine heir 7 lo in the orient when the gracious light lifts up his burning head each under eye doth homage to his new-appearing sight serving with looks his sacred majesty and having climbed the steep-up heavenly hill resembling strong youth in his middle age yet mortal looks adore his beauty still attending on his golden pilgrimage but when from highmost pitch with weary car like feeble age he reeleth from the day the eyes fore duteous now converted are from his low tract and look another way so thou thy self out-going in thy noon unlooked on diest unless thou get a son 8 music to hear why hear st thou music sadly sweets with sweets war not joy delights in joy why lov st thou that which thou receiv st not gladly or else receiv st with pleasure thine annoy if the true concord of well-tuned sounds by unions married do offend thine ear they do but sweetly chide thee who confounds in singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear mark how one string sweet husband to another strikes each in each by mutual ordering resembling sire and child and happy mother who all in one one pleasing note do sing 6 of 2260 18-04-2011 17:59

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http www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/100/pg100.html whose speechless song being many seeming one sings this to thee thou single wilt prove none 9 is it for fear to wet a widow s eye that thou consum st thy self in single life ah if thou issueless shalt hap to die the world will wail thee like a makeless wife the world will be thy widow and still weep that thou no form of thee hast left behind when every private widow well may keep by children s eyes her husband s shape in mind look what an unthrift in the world doth spend shifts but his place for still the world enjoys it but beauty s waste hath in the world an end and kept unused the user so destroys it no love toward others in that bosom sits that on himself such murd rous shame commits 10 for shame deny that thou bear st love to any who for thy self art so unprovident grant if thou wilt thou art beloved of many but that thou none lov st is most evident for thou art so possessed with murd rous hate that gainst thy self thou stick st not to conspire seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate which to repair should be thy chief desire o change thy thought that i may change my mind shall hate be fairer lodged than gentle love be as thy presence is gracious and kind or to thy self at least kind-hearted prove make thee another self for love of me that beauty still may live in thine or thee 11 as fast as thou shalt wane so fast thou grow st in one of thine from that which thou departest and that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow st thou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest herein lives wisdom beauty and increase without this folly age and cold decay if all were minded so the times should cease and threescore year would make the world away let those whom nature hath not made for store harsh featureless and rude barrenly perish look whom she best endowed she gave thee more which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish she carved thee for her seal and meant thereby thou shouldst print more not let that copy die 12 7 of 2260 18-04-2011 17:59

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http www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/100/pg100.html when i do count the clock that tells the time and see the brave day sunk in hideous night when i behold the violet past prime and sable curls all silvered o er with white when lofty trees i see barren of leaves which erst from heat did canopy the herd and summer s green all girded up in sheaves borne on the bier with white and bristly beard then of thy beauty do i question make that thou among the wastes of time must go since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake and die as fast as they see others grow and nothing gainst time s scythe can make defence save breed to brave him when he takes thee hence 13 o that you were your self but love you are no longer yours than you your self here live against this coming end you should prepare and your sweet semblance to some other give so should that beauty which you hold in lease find no determination then you were your self again after your self s decease when your sweet issue your sweet form should bear who lets so fair a house fall to decay which husbandry in honour might uphold against the stormy gusts of winter s day and barren rage of death s eternal cold o none but unthrifts dear my love you know you had a father let your son say so 14 not from the stars do i my judgement pluck and yet methinks i have astronomy but not to tell of good or evil luck of plagues of dearths or seasons quality nor can i fortune to brief minutes tell pointing to each his thunder rain and wind or say with princes if it shall go well by oft predict that i in heaven find but from thine eyes my knowledge i derive and constant stars in them i read such art as truth and beauty shall together thrive if from thy self to store thou wouldst convert or else of thee this i prognosticate thy end is truth s and beauty s doom and date 15 when i consider every thing that grows holds in perfection but a little moment that this huge stage presenteth nought but shows whereon the stars in secret influence comment 8 of 2260 18-04-2011 17:59

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http www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/100/pg100.html when i perceive that men as plants increase cheered and checked even by the self-same sky vaunt in their youthful sap at height decrease and wear their brave state out of memory then the conceit of this inconstant stay sets you most rich in youth before my sight where wasteful time debateth with decay to change your day of youth to sullied night and all in war with time for love of you as he takes from you i engraft you new 16 but wherefore do not you a mightier way make war upon this bloody tyrant time and fortify your self in your decay with means more blessed than my barren rhyme now stand you on the top of happy hours and many maiden gardens yet unset with virtuous wish would bear you living flowers much liker than your painted counterfeit so should the lines of life that life repair which this time s pencil or my pupil pen neither in inward worth nor outward fair can make you live your self in eyes of men to give away your self keeps your self still and you must live drawn by your own sweet skill 17 who will believe my verse in time to come if it were filled with your most high deserts though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb which hides your life and shows not half your parts if i could write the beauty of your eyes and in fresh numbers number all your graces the age to come would say this poet lies such heavenly touches ne er touched earthly faces so should my papers yellowed with their age be scorned like old men of less truth than tongue and your true rights be termed a poet s rage and stretched metre of an antique song but were some child of yours alive that time you should live twice in it and in my rhyme 18 shall i compare thee to a summer s day thou art more lovely and more temperate rough winds do shake the darling buds of may and summer s lease hath all too short a date sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines and often is his gold complexion dimmed and every fair from fair sometime declines by chance or nature s changing course untrimmed 9 of 2260 18-04-2011 17:59

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http www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/100/pg100.html but thy eternal summer shall not fade nor lose possession of that fair thou ow st nor shall death brag thou wand rest in his shade when in eternal lines to time thou grow st so long as men can breathe or eyes can see so long lives this and this gives life to thee 19 devouring time blunt thou the lion s paws and make the earth devour her own sweet brood pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger s jaws and burn the long-lived phoenix in her blood make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleet st and do whate er thou wilt swift-footed time to the wide world and all her fading sweets but i forbid thee one most heinous crime o carve not with thy hours my love s fair brow nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen him in thy course untainted do allow for beauty s pattern to succeeding men yet do thy worst old time despite thy wrong my love shall in my verse ever live young 20 a woman s face with nature s own hand painted hast thou the master mistress of my passion a woman s gentle heart but not acquainted with shifting change as is false women s fashion an eye more bright than theirs less false in rolling gilding the object whereupon it gazeth a man in hue all hues in his controlling which steals men s eyes and women s souls amazeth and for a woman wert thou first created till nature as she wrought thee fell a-doting and by addition me of thee defeated by adding one thing to my purpose nothing but since she pricked thee out for women s pleasure mine be thy love and thy love s use their treasure 21 so is it not with me as with that muse stirred by a painted beauty to his verse who heaven it self for ornament doth use and every fair with his fair doth rehearse making a couplement of proud compare with sun and moon with earth and sea s rich gems with april s first-born flowers and all things rare that heaven s air in this huge rondure hems o let me true in love but truly write and then believe me my love is as fair as any mother s child though not so bright as those gold candles fixed in heaven s air 10 of 2260 18-04-2011 17:59

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http www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/100/pg100.html let them say more that like of hearsay well i will not praise that purpose not to sell 22 my glass shall not persuade me i am old so long as youth and thou are of one date but when in thee time s furrows i behold then look i death my days should expiate for all that beauty that doth cover thee is but the seemly raiment of my heart which in thy breast doth live as thine in me how can i then be elder than thou art o therefore love be of thyself so wary as i not for my self but for thee will bearing thy heart which i will keep so chary as tender nurse her babe from faring ill presume not on thy heart when mine is slain thou gav st me thine not to give back again 23 as an unperfect actor on the stage who with his fear is put beside his part or some fierce thing replete with too much rage whose strength s abundance weakens his own heart so i for fear of trust forget to say the perfect ceremony of love s rite and in mine own love s strength seem to decay o ercharged with burthen of mine own love s might o let my looks be then the eloquence and dumb presagers of my speaking breast who plead for love and look for recompense more than that tongue that more hath more expressed o learn to read what silent love hath writ to hear with eyes belongs to love s fine wit 24 mine eye hath played the painter and hath stelled thy beauty s form in table of my heart my body is the frame wherein tis held and perspective it is best painter s art for through the painter must you see his skill to find where your true image pictured lies which in my bosom s shop is hanging still that hath his windows glazed with thine eyes now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done mine eyes have drawn thy shape and thine for me are windows to my breast where-through the sun delights to peep to gaze therein on thee yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art they draw but what they see know not the heart 25 11 of 2260 18-04-2011 17:59

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http www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/100/pg100.html let those who are in favour with their stars of public honour and proud titles boast whilst i whom fortune of such triumph bars unlooked for joy in that i honour most great princes favourites their fair leaves spread but as the marigold at the sun s eye and in themselves their pride lies buried for at a frown they in their glory die the painful warrior famoused for fight after a thousand victories once foiled is from the book of honour razed quite and all the rest forgot for which he toiled then happy i that love and am beloved where i may not remove nor be removed 26 lord of my love to whom in vassalage thy merit hath my duty strongly knit to thee i send this written embassage to witness duty not to show my wit duty so great which wit so poor as mine may make seem bare in wanting words to show it but that i hope some good conceit of thine in thy soul s thought all naked will bestow it till whatsoever star that guides my moving points on me graciously with fair aspect and puts apparel on my tattered loving to show me worthy of thy sweet respect then may i dare to boast how i do love thee till then not show my head where thou mayst prove me 27 weary with toil i haste me to my bed the dear respose for limbs with travel tired but then begins a journey in my head to work my mind when body s work s expired for then my thoughts from far where i abide intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee and keep my drooping eyelids open wide looking on darkness which the blind do see save that my soul s imaginary sight presents thy shadow to my sightless view which like a jewel hung in ghastly night makes black night beauteous and her old face new lo thus by day my limbs by night my mind for thee and for my self no quiet find 28 how can i then return in happy plight that am debarred the benefit of rest when day s oppression is not eased by night but day by night and night by day oppressed 12 of 2260 18-04-2011 17:59

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http www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/100/pg100.html and each though enemies to either s reign do in consent shake hands to torture me the one by toil the other to complain how far i toil still farther off from thee i tell the day to please him thou art bright and dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven so flatter i the swart-complexioned night when sparkling stars twire not thou gild st the even but day doth daily draw my sorrows longer and night doth nightly make grief s length seem stronger 29 when in disgrace with fortune and men s eyes i all alone beweep my outcast state and trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries and look upon my self and curse my fate wishing me like to one more rich in hope featured like him like him with friends possessed desiring this man s art and that man s scope with what i most enjoy contented least yet in these thoughts my self almost despising haply i think on thee and then my state like to the lark at break of day arising from sullen earth sings hymns at heaven s gate for thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings that then i scorn to change my state with kings 30 when to the sessions of sweet silent thought i summon up remembrance of things past i sigh the lack of many a thing i sought and with old woes new wail my dear time s waste then can i drown an eye unused to flow for precious friends hid in death s dateless night and weep afresh love s long since cancelled woe and moan th expense of many a vanished sight then can i grieve at grievances foregone and heavily from woe to woe tell o er the sad account of fore-bemoaned moan which i new pay as if not paid before but if the while i think on thee dear friend all losses are restored and sorrows end 31 thy bosom is endeared with all hearts which i by lacking have supposed dead and there reigns love and all love s loving parts and all those friends which i thought buried how many a holy and obsequious tear hath dear religious love stol n from mine eye as interest of the dead which now appear but things removed that hidden in thee lie 13 of 2260 18-04-2011 17:59

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http www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/100/pg100.html thou art the grave where buried love doth live hung with the trophies of my lovers gone who all their parts of me to thee did give that due of many now is thine alone their images i loved i view in thee and thou all they hast all the all of me 32 if thou survive my well-contented day when that churl death my bones with dust shall cover and shalt by fortune once more re-survey these poor rude lines of thy deceased lover compare them with the bett ring of the time and though they be outstripped by every pen reserve them for my love not for their rhyme exceeded by the height of happier men o then vouchsafe me but this loving thought had my friend s muse grown with this growing age a dearer birth than this his love had brought to march in ranks of better equipage 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 green gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy anon permit the basest clouds to ride with ugly rack 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 masked 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 brav ry in their rotten smoke tis not enough that through the cloud thou break to dry the rain on my storm-beaten face 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 th offender s sorrow lends but weak relief to him that bears the strong offence s cross 14 of 2260 18-04-2011 17:59

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http www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/100/pg100.html ah but those tears are pearl which thy love sheds and they are rich and ransom all ill deeds 35 no more be grieved 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 authorizing thy trespass with compare my self corrupting salving thy amiss 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 my self a lawful plea commence such civil war is in my love and hate that i an accessary 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 spite which though it alter not love s sole effect yet doth it steal sweet hours from love s delight 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 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 despised whilst that this shadow doth such substance give that i in thy abundance am sufficed 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 15 of 2260 18-04-2011 17:59

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