|transferr'd. |
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Sonnet 138
|CXXXVIII. |
|When my love swears that she is made of truth |
|I do believe her, though I know she lies, |
|That she might think me some untutor'd youth, |
|Unlearned in the world's false subtleties. |
|Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, |
|Although she knows my days are past the best, |
|Simply I credit her false speaking tongue: |
|On both sides thus is simple truth suppress'd. |
|But wherefore says she not she is unjust? |
|And wherefore say not I that I am old? |
|O, love's best habit is in seeming trust, |
|And age in love loves not to have years told: |
| Therefore I lie with her and she with me, |
| And in our faults by lies we flatter'd be. |
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Sonnet 139
|CXXXIX. |
|O, call not me to justify the wrong |
|That thy unkindness lays upon my heart; |
|Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue; |
|Use power with power and slay me not by art. |
|Tell me thou lovest elsewhere, but in my sight, |
|Dear heart, forbear to glance thine eye aside: |
|What need'st thou wound with cunning when thy |
|might |
|Is more than my o'er-press'd defense can bide? |
|Let me excuse thee: ah! my love well knows |
|Her pretty looks have been mine enemies, |
|And therefore from my face she turns my foes, |
|That they elsewhere might dart their injuries: |
| Yet do not so; but since I am near slain, |
| Kill me outright with looks and rid my pain. |
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Sonnet 140
|CXL. |
|Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press |
|My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain; |
|Lest sorrow lend me words and words express |
|The manner of my pity-wanting pain. |
|If I might teach thee wit, better it were, |
|Though not to love, yet, love, to tell me so; |
|As testy sick men, when their deaths be near, |
|No news but health from their physicians know; |
|For if I should despair, I should grow mad, |
|And in my madness might speak ill of thee: |
|Now this ill-wresting world is grown so bad, |
|Mad slanderers by mad ears believed be, |
| That I may not be so, nor thou belied, |
| Bear thine eyes straight, though thy proud |
|heart go wide. |
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Sonnet 141
|CXLI. |
|In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes, |
|For they in thee a thousand errors note; |
|But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise, |
|Who in despite of view is pleased to dote; |
|Nor are mine ears with thy tongue's tune |
|delighted, |
|Nor tender feeling, to base touches prone, |
|Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited |
|To any sensual feast with thee alone: |
|But my five wits nor my five senses can |
|Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee, |
|Who leaves unsway'd the likeness of a man, |
|Thy proud hearts slave and vassal wretch to be: |
| Only my plague thus far I count my gain, |
| That she that makes me sin awards me pain. |
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Sonnet 142
|CXLII. |
|Love is my sin and thy dear virtue hate, |
|Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving: |
|O, but with mine compare thou thine own state, |
|And thou shalt find it merits not reproving; |
|Or, if it do, not from those lips of thine, |
|That have profaned their scarlet ornaments |
|And seal'd false bonds of love as oft as mine, |
|Robb'd others' beds' revenues of their rents. |
|Be it lawful I love thee, as thou lovest those |
|Whom thine eyes woo as mine importune thee: |
|Root pity in thy heart, that when it grows |
|Thy pity may deserve to pitied be. |
| If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide, |
| By self-example mayst thou be denied! |
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Sonnet 143
|CXLIII. |
|Lo! as a careful housewife runs to catch |
|One of her feather'd creatures broke away, |
|Sets down her babe and makes an swift dispatch |
|In pursuit of the thing she would have stay, |
|Whilst her neglected child holds her in chase, |
|Cries to catch her whose busy care is bent |
|To follow that which flies before her face, |
|Not prizing her poor infant's discontent; |
|So runn'st thou after that which flies from thee,|
| |
|Whilst I thy babe chase thee afar behind; |
|But if thou catch thy hope, turn back to me, |
|And play the mother's part, kiss me, be kind: |
| So will I pray that thou mayst have thy 'Will,'|
| |
| If thou turn back, and my loud crying still. |
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Sonnet 144
|CXLIV. |
|Two loves I have of comfort and despair, |
|Which like two spirits do suggest me still: |
|The better angel is a man right fair, |
|The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill. |
|To win me soon to hell, my female evil |
|Tempteth my better angel from my side, |
|And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, |
|Wooing his purity with her foul pride. |
|And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend |
|Suspect I may, but not directly tell; |
|But being both from me, both to each friend, |
|I guess one angel in another's hell: |
| Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt,|
| |
| Till my bad angel fire my good one out. |
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Sonnet 145
|CXLV. |
|Those lips that Love's own hand did make |
|Breathed forth the sound that said 'I hate' |
|To me that languish'd for her sake; |
|But when she saw my woeful state, |
|Straight in her heart did mercy come, |
|Chiding that tongue that ever sweet |
|Was used in giving gentle doom, |
|And taught it thus anew to greet: |
|'I hate' she alter'd with an end, |
|That follow'd it as gentle day |
|Doth follow night, who like a fiend |
|From heaven to hell is flown away; |
| 'I hate' from hate away she threw, |
| And saved my life, saying 'not you.' |
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Sonnet 146
|CXLVI. |
|Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, |
|[ ] these rebel powers that thee array; |
|Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth, |
|Painting thy outward walls so costly gay? |
|Why so large cost, having so short a lease, |
|Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend? |
|Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, |
|Eat up thy charge? is this thy body's end? |
|Then soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, |
|And let that pine to aggravate thy store; |
|Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross; |
|Within be fed, without be rich no more: |
| So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,|
| |
| And Death once dead, there's no more dying |
|then. |
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Sonnet 147
|CXLVII. |
|My love is as a fever, longing still |
|For that which longer nurseth the disease, |
|Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, |
|The uncertain sickly appetite to please. |
|My reason, the physician to my love, |
|Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, |
|Hath left me, and I desperate now approve |
|Desire is death, which physic did except. |
|Past cure I am, now reason is past care, |
|And frantic-mad with evermore unrest; |
|My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are, |
|At random from the truth vainly express'd; |
| For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee |
|bright, |
| Who art as black as hell, as dark as night. |
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Sonnet 148
|CXLVIII. |
|O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head, |
|Which have no correspondence with true sight! |
|Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled, |
|That censures falsely what they see aright? |
|If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote, |
|What means the world to say it is not so? |
|If it be not, then love doth well denote |
|Love's eye is not so true as all men's 'No.' |
|How can it? O, how can Love's eye be true, |
|That is so vex'd with watching and with tears? |
|No marvel then, though I mistake my view; |
|The sun itself sees not till heaven clears. |
| O cunning Love! with tears thou keep'st me |
|blind, |
| Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should |
|find. |
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Sonnet 149
|CXLIX. |
|Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not, |
|When I against myself with thee partake? |
|Do I not think on thee, when I forgot |
|Am of myself, all tyrant, for thy sake? |
|Who hateth thee that I do call my friend? |
|On whom frown'st thou that I do fawn upon? |
|Nay, if thou lour'st on me, do I not spend |
|Revenge upon myself with present moan? |
|What merit do I in myself respect, |
|That is so proud thy service to despise, |
|When all my best doth worship thy defect, |
|Commanded by the motion of thine eyes? |
| But, love, hate on, for now I know thy mind; |
| Those that can see thou lovest, and I am blind.|
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Sonnet 150
|CL. |
|O, from what power hast thou this powerful might |
|With insufficiency my heart to sway? |
|To make me give the lie to my true sight, |
|And swear that brightness doth not grace the day?|
| |
|Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill, |
|That in the very refuse of thy deeds |
|There is such strength and warrantize of skill |
|That, in my mind, thy worst all best exceeds? |
|Who taught thee how to make me love thee more |
|The more I hear and see just cause of hate? |
|O, though I love what others do abhor, |
|With others thou shouldst not abhor my state: |
| If thy unworthiness raised love in me, |
| More worthy I to be beloved of thee. |
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Sonnet 151
|CLI. |
|Love is too young to know what conscience is; |
|Yet who knows not conscience is born of love? |
|Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss, |
|Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove: |
|For, thou betraying me, I do betray |
|My nobler part to my gross body's treason; |
|My soul doth tell my body that he may |
|Triumph in love; flesh stays no father reason; |
|But, rising at thy name, doth point out thee |
|As his triumphant prize. Proud of this pride, |
|He is contented thy poor drudge to be, |
|To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side. |
| No want of conscience hold it that I call |
| Her 'love' for whose dear love I rise and fall.|
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Sonnet 152
|CLII. |
|In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn, |
|But thou art twice forsworn, to me love swearing,|
| |
|In act thy bed-vow broke and new faith torn, |
|In vowing new hate after new love bearing. |
|But why of two oaths' breach do I accuse thee, |
|When I break twenty? I am perjured most; |
|For all my vows are oaths but to misuse thee |
|And all my honest faith in thee is lost, |
|For I have sworn deep oaths of thy deep kindness,|
| |
|Oaths of thy love, thy truth, thy constancy, |
|And, to enlighten thee, gave eyes to blindness, |
|Or made them swear against the thing they see; |
| For I have sworn thee fair; more perjured I, |
| To swear against the truth so foul a lie! |
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Sonnet 153
|CLIII. |
|Cupid laid by his brand, and fell asleep: |
|A maid of Dian's this advantage found, |
|And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep |
|In a cold valley-fountain of that ground; |
|Which borrow'd from this holy fire of Love |
|A dateless lively heat, still to endure, |
|And grew a seething bath, which yet men prove |
|Against strange maladies a sovereign cure. |
|But at my mistress' eye Love's brand new-fired, |
|The boy for trial needs would touch my breast; |
|I, sick withal, the help of bath desired, |
|And thither hied, a sad distemper'd guest, |
| But found no cure: the bath for my help lies |
| Where Cupid got new fire--my mistress' eyes. |
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Sonnet 154
|CLIV. |
|The little Love-god lying once asleep |
|Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand, |
|Whilst many nymphs that vow'd chaste life to keep|
| |
|Came tripping by; but in her maiden hand |
|The fairest votary took up that fire |
|Which many legions of true hearts had warm'd; |
|And so the general of hot desire |
|Was sleeping by a virgin hand disarm'd. |
|This brand she quenched in a cool well by, |
|Which from Love's fire took heat perpetual, |
|Growing a bath and healthful remedy |
|For men diseased; but I, my mistress' thrall, |
| Came there for cure, and this by that I prove, |
| Love's fire heats water, water cools not love. |
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