|Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom. |
|The mortal moon hath her eclipse endured |
|And the sad augurs mock their own presage; |
|Incertainties now crown themselves assured |
|And peace proclaims olives of endless age. |
|Now with the drops of this most balmy time |
|My love looks fresh, and death to me subscribes, |
|Since, spite of him, I'll live in this poor |
|rhyme, |
|While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes:|
| |
| And thou in this shalt find thy monument, |
| When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are |
|spent. |
Sonnets of William Shakespeare
Sonnet 108
|CVIII. |
|What's in the brain that ink may character |
|Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit? |
|What's new to speak, what new to register, |
|That may express my love or thy dear merit? |
|Nothing, sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine,|
| |
|I must, each day say o'er the very same, |
|Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine, |
|Even as when first I hallow'd thy fair name. |
|So that eternal love in love's fresh case |
|Weighs not the dust and injury of age, |
|Nor gives to necessary wrinkles place, |
|But makes antiquity for aye his page, |
| Finding the first conceit of love there bred |
| Where time and outward form would show it dead.|
Sonnets of William Shakespeare
Sonnet 109
|CIX. |
|O, never say that I was false of heart, |
|Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify. |
|As easy might I from myself depart |
|As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie: |
|That is my home of love: if I have ranged, |
|Like him that travels I return again, |
|Just to the time, not with the time exchanged, |
|So that myself bring water for my stain. |
|Never believe, though in my nature reign'd |
|All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood, |
|That it could so preposterously be stain'd, |
|To leave for nothing all thy sum of good; |
| For nothing this wide universe I call, |
| Save thou, my rose; in it thou art my all. |
Sonnets of William Shakespeare
Sonnet 110
|CX. |
|Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and there |
|And made myself a motley to the view, |
|Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most |
|dear, |
|Made old offences of affections new; |
|Most true it is that I have look'd on truth |
|Askance and strangely: but, by all above, |
|These blenches gave my heart another youth, |
|And worse essays proved thee my best of love. |
|Now all is done, have what shall have no end: |
|Mine appetite I never more will grind |
|On newer proof, to try an older friend, |
|A god in love, to whom I am confined. |
| Then give me welcome, next my heaven the best, |
| Even to thy pure and most most loving breast. |
Sonnets of William Shakespeare
Sonnet 111
|CXI. |
|O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, |
|The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, |
|That did not better for my life provide |
|Than public means which public manners breeds. |
|Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, |
|And almost thence my nature is subdued |
|To what it works in, like the dyer's hand: |
|Pity me then and wish I were renew'd; |
|Whilst, like a willing patient, I will drink |
|Potions of eisel 'gainst my strong infection |
|No bitterness that I will bitter think, |
|Nor double penance, to correct correction. |
| Pity me then, dear friend, and I assure ye |
| Even that your pity is enough to cure me. |
Sonnets of William Shakespeare
Sonnet 112
|CXII. |
|Your love and pity doth the impression fill |
|Which vulgar scandal stamp'd upon my brow; |
|For what care I who calls me well or ill, |
|So you o'er-green my bad, my good allow? |
|You are my all the world, and I must strive |
|To know my shames and praises from your tongue: |
|None else to me, nor I to none alive, |
|That my steel'd sense or changes right or wrong. |
|In so profound abysm I throw all care |
|Of others' voices, that my adder's sense |
|To critic and to flatterer stopped are. |
|Mark how with my neglect I do dispense: |
| You are so strongly in my purpose bred |
| That all the world besides methinks are dead. |
Sonnets of William Shakespeare
Sonnet 113
|CXIII. |
|Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind; |
|And that which governs me to go about |
|Doth part his function and is partly blind, |
|Seems seeing, but effectually is out; |
|For it no form delivers to the heart |
|Of bird of flower, or shape, which it doth latch:|
| |
|Of his quick objects hath the mind no part, |
|Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch: |
|For if it see the rudest or gentlest sight, |
|The most sweet favour or deformed'st creature, |
|The mountain or the sea, the day or night, |
|The crow or dove, it shapes them to your feature:|
| |
| Incapable of more, replete with you, |
| My most true mind thus makes mine eye untrue. |
Sonnets of William Shakespeare
Sonnet 114
|CXIV. |
|Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you, |
|Drink up the monarch's plague, this flattery? |
|Or whether shall I say, mine eye saith true, |
|And that your love taught it this alchemy, |
|To make of monsters and things indigest |
|Such cherubins as your sweet self resemble, |
|Creating every bad a perfect best, |
|As fast as objects to his beams assemble? |
|O,'tis the first; 'tis flattery in my seeing, |
|And my great mind most kingly drinks it up: |
|Mine eye well knows what with his gust is |
|'greeing, |
|And to his palate doth prepare the cup: |
| If it be poison'd, 'tis the lesser sin |
| That mine eye loves it and doth first begin. |
Sonnets of William Shakespeare
Sonnet 115
|CXV. |
|Those lines that I before have writ do lie, |
|Even those that said I could not love you dearer:|
| |
|Yet then my judgment knew no reason why |
|My most full flame should afterwards burn |
|clearer. |
|But reckoning time, whose million'd accidents |
|Creep in 'twixt vows and change decrees of kings,|
| |
|Tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharp'st intents, |
|Divert strong minds to the course of altering |
|things; |
|Alas, why, fearing of time's tyranny, |
|Might I not then say 'Now I love you best,' |
|When I was certain o'er incertainty, |
|Crowning the present, doubting of the rest? |
| Love is a babe; then might I not say so, |
| To give full growth to that which still doth |
|grow? |
Sonnets of William Shakespeare
Sonnet 116
|CXVI. |
|Let me not to the marriage of true minds |
|Admit impediments. Love is not love |
|Which alters when it alteration finds, |
|Or bends with the remover to remove: |
|O no! it is an ever-fixed mark |
|That looks on tempests and is never shaken; |
|It is the star to every wandering bark, |
|Whose worth's unknown, although his height be |
|taken. |
|Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and |
|cheeks |
|Within his bending sickle's compass come: |
|Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, |
|But bears it out even to the edge of doom. |
| If this be error and upon me proved, |
| I never writ, nor no man ever loved. |
Sonnets of William Shakespeare
Sonnet 117
|CXVII. |
|Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all |
|Wherein I should your great deserts repay, |
|Forgot upon your dearest love to call, |
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