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Tell me thou lov'st elsewhere ; but in my sight,
Dear beart, forbear to glance thine eye aside.
What need’st thou wound with cunning, when thy miglit Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
Is more than my o'erpress'd defence can 'bide ? Which like two spirits do suzgesta me still:
Let me excuse thee : ah! my love well knows

The better angel is a mau right fair,
Her pretty looks have been mine enemies;

The worser spirit a woman, colour'd ill. And therefore from my face she turns my foes,

To win me soon to hell, my female evil That they elsewhere might dart their injuries :

Tempteth my better angel from my side, Yet do not so; but since I am near slain,

And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Kill me outright with looks, and rid my pain. Wooing his purity with her foul pride.

And whether that my angel be turn`d fiend,

Suspect I may, yet not directly tell :
Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press

But being both from me, both to each friend,
My tonguetied patience with too much disdain ; I guess one angel in another's heli.
Lest sorrow lend me words, and words express

Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt, The manner of my pity-wanting pain.

Till my bad angel fire my gooil one out.
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,

Those lips that Love's own hand did make
No news but health from their physicians know ;) Breath-d forth the sound that said, “ I hate,"
For, if I should despair, I should grow mad,

To me that languish d for her sake: And in my madness might speak ill of thee :

But when she saw my woeful state, Now this ill-wresting world is grown so bad,

Straight in her heart did mercy come, Mad slanderers by mad ears believed be.

Chiding that tongue, that ever sweet That I may not be so, nor thou belied,

Was used in giving gentle doom ; Bear thine eyes straight, though thy proud heart go And taught it thus anew to greet : wide.

“I hate," she alter'd with an end,

That follow'd it as gentle day In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes,

Doth follow night, who like a fiend

From heaven to hell is flown away. For they in thee a thousand errors note;

“I hate” from hate away she threw, But it is my heart that loves what they despise,

And sav'd my life, saying—“not you."
Who in despite of view is pleas a to dote.
Nor are mine ears with thy tongue's tune delighted;
Nor tender feeling, to base touches prone,

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful eart
Nor taste nor smell, desire to be invited

Fool'd by those rebel powers that thee array,
To any sensual feast with thee alone :
But my five wits, nor iny five senses can

Why dost thou pine withiin, and sufler deartli,
Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee,

Painting thy outward walls so costly gay? W bo leaves unsway'd the likeness of a man,

Why so large cost, baving so sbort a lease,

Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ?
Thy proud heart's slave aud vassal wretch to be.

Shall worms, inheritors of this excess,
Only my plague thus far I count my gain,
That she that makes me sin, awards me pain.

Eat up thy charge? Is this thy body's end ?

Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, cxlii.

And let that pine to aggravate thy store ; Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,

Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross; Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving :

Within he feu, without be rich no more : O, but with mine compare thou thine own state,

So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men, And thou shalt find it merits not reproving;

And, Death once dead, there's no more dying then. Or, if it do, not from those lips of thine, That have profand their scarlet ornaments, And seal'd false bonds of love as oft as mine;

My love is as a fever, longing still Robb'd others' beds' revenues of their rents.

For that which longer murseth the disease : Be it lawful I love thee, as thou lov'st those

Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, Whom thine eyes woo as mine importune thee :

The uncertain sickly appetite to please. Ruot pity in thy heart, that, when it grows,

My reason, the physician to my love, Thy pity may deserve to pitied be.

Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, If thou dost seek to have what thon dost hide,

Hath left me, and I desperate now approve By self-example mayst thou be denied !

Desire is death, which physic did except.

Past cure I am, now reason is past care, cxlII.

And frantic mad with evermore unrest; Lo, as a careful Lenusewife runs to catch

My thoughts and my discourse as mad men's are, Que of her feather d creatures broke away,

At random from the truth vainly express'd ;
Sets down her babe, and makes all swift despatch For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee briglit,
In pursuit of the thing she would have stay;

Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
Whilst her neglected child holds her in chace,
Cries to catch her whose busy care is bent
To follow that which flies before her face,

O me! what eyes hath love put in my head,
Not prizing her for infant's discontent;

Which have no correspondence with true sight! So runn'st thou after that which flies from thee,

Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled, Whilst I thy babe chase thee atar behind ;

That censures b falsely what they see aright ? But if thou catch thy hope, turn back to me,

If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote,
And play the mother's part, kiss me, be kind :

What means the world to say it is not so ?
So will I pray that thou mayst have thy Will,
If thou turn back, and my loud crying still.

# Suggest-tempt. Censures-judges estimales.



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If it be not, then love doth well denote
Love's eye is not so true as all men's : 10,
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.

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.



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 bateth thee that I do call my friend ?
On whom frown'st thou that I do fawn upon ?
Nay if thou low'rst 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, bate on, for now I know thy mind;
Those that can see thou lov'st, and I am blind.

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 ther,
When I break twenty? I am perjur'd 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 perjur J I,
To swear, against the truth, so foul a lie!



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 bast thou this becoming of things ill,
That in the very refuse of thy deeds
There is such strength and warrantise 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 rais 'd love in me,
More worthy I to be belov'd of thee.

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'il 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-ord,
The boy for trial veeds would touch my breast;
I, sick withal, the help of bath desir'd,
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.



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, b
Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove.
For thou betraving me, I do betray
My nobler part to my gross body's treason ;
My soul doth tell my borly that he may
Triumph in love; flesh stays no farther reason;

The little love-god, lying once asleep,
Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand,
Whilst many nymphs that yow'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 disarmd.
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 diseas'd; but I, my mistress' thrall,

Came there for cure, and this by that I prore,
Love's fire beats water, water cools not love.

& Partake--take part A partaker was a confederate.

b Amiss— fault



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From off a hill whose concave womb re-worded a With sleided silk a feat and affectedly
A plaintful story from a sistering vale,

Enswarth'd, and seald to curious secresy.
My spirits to attend this double voice accorded,
And down I laidb to list the sad-tun'd tale :

These often bath'd she in her fluxive eyes,
Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale,

And often kiss'd, and often gaveb to tear ; Tearing of papers, breaking rings a-twain,

Cried, “O false blood! thou register of lies, Storming her world with sorrow's wind and rain. What unapproved witness dost thou bear!

Ink would bave seem d more black and damned Upon her head a platted hive of straw,

here!" Which fortified her visage from the sun,

This said, in top of rage the lines she rents,
Whereon the thought might think sometime it saw Big discontent so breaking their contents.
The carcase of a beauty spent and done.
Time had not scythed all that youth begun,

A reverend man that graz'd his cattle nigh,
Nor youth all quit: but, spite of Heaven's fell rage,

Sometime a blusterer, that the ruflle knew Some beauty peep'd through lattice of seard age.

Of court, of city, and bad let go by

The swiftest hours, observed as they flew, Oft did she heave her napkine to her eyne,

Towards this afflicted fancy e fastly drew ; Which on it had conceited characters, a

And privileg'd by age, desires to know
Laund'ringe the silken figures in the brine

In brief the grounds and motives of her woe.
That season d woe had peileted' in tears,
And often reading what contents it bears;

So slides he down upon his grained bat, a
As often shrieking undistinguish'd woe,

And comely-distant sits he by her side ;

When he again desires her, being sat, In clamours of all size, both high and low.

Her grievance with his hearing to divide : Sometimes her levelld eves their carriage ride,

If that from him there may be auglit applied As they did battery to the spheres intend;

Which may her suffering ecstacy assuage, Sometime diverted their poor balls are tied

'T is promis'd in the charity of age. To th' orbed earth : sometimes they do extend

“ Father," she says, “though in me you behold Their view right on; anon their gazes lend

The injury of many a blasting hour, To every place at once, and nowhere fix'd,

Let it not tell your judgment I am old ; The mind and sight distractedly commix d.

Not age, but sorrow, over me hath power :

I might as yet have been a spreading flower, Her hair, nor loose, nor tied in formal plat,

Fresh to myself, if I had self-applied
Proclaim'd in her a careless hand of pride;

Love to myself, and to no love beside.
For some, untuck'd, descended her sheavid 3 hat,
Hanging her pale and pined cheek beside ;

“ But woe is me! too early I attended Some in her threaden fillet still did bide,

A youthful suit (it was to gain my grace And, true to bondage, would not break from thence, Of one by nature's outwards so commended, Though slackly braided in loose negligence.

That maiden's eyes stuck over all his face:

Love lack'd a dwelling, and made him her place : A thousand favours from a maundh she drew

And when in his fair parts she did abide,
Of amber, crystal, and of bedded jet,'

She was new lodg‘d, and newly deified.
Which one by one she in a river threw,
Upon whose weeping margent she was set ;

“His browny locks did hang in crooked curls ; Like usury, applying wet to wet,

And every light occasion of the wind Or monarch's hands, that let not bounty fall

Upon his lips their silken parcels hurls. Where want cries "some," but where excess begs all. What 's sweet to do, to do will aptly find :

Each eye that saw him did enchant the mind; or folded schedules had she many a one,

For on his visage was in little drawn,
Which she perus’d, sigh d, tore, and gave the flood ; What largeness thinks in paradise was sawn.
Crack d many a ring of posied gold and bone,
Bidding them find their sepulchres in mud;

« Small show of man was yet upon his chin; Found yet mo letters sadly penn'd in blood,

His phænix down began but to appear,

Like unshorn velvet, on that termless skin, Re-worded-echoed. b Laid. So the original. But it is usually more correctly * Sleided silk. In Mr. Ramsay's Introduction to his editiou pointed lay. The idiomatic grammar of Shakspere's age ought of the Paston Letters, the old mode of sealing a letter is clearly not to be removed.

described :-" It was carefully folded, and fastened at the end € Napkin_handkerchief.

hy a sort of paper strap, upon which the seal was affixed; and d Conceited characters-fanciful figures worked on the hand- under the seal a string, a silk thread, or even a straw, was frekerchief.

quently placed running around the letter." e Land'ring-washing.

o Gare is here used in the sense of save the mind to, contem. ? Pelleted-formed into pellets, or small balls.

plated, made a movement towards, inclined to. & Sheav'd-made of straw, collected from sheaves.

Fancy is often used by Shakspere in the sense of love; but b Mand-a basket.

here it means one that is possessed by fancy. 1 Bedded. So the original, the word probably meaning jet

d Bat-club. unbedded, cr set, in some other substance.

e Sawn. Boswell says that the word means sown and that it k AC-mole.

is still so pronounced in Scotland.

Whose bare out-braggʻd the web it seem'd to wear; “ But ah! who ever shunn`d by precedent
Yet show'd his visage* by that cost more dear; The destin'd ill she must herself assay?
And nice affections wavering stood in doubt

Or forc'd examples, 'gainst her own content,
If best 't were as it was, or best without.

To put the by-pass'd perils in her way?

Counsel may stop a while what will not stay; “ His qualities were beauteous as his form,

For when we rage, advice is often seen
For maiden-tongued he was, and thereof free;

By blunting us to make our wits more keen.
Yet, if men mov'd him, was he such a storm
As oft 'twixt May and April is to see,

“ Nor gives it satisfaction to our blood, When winds breathe sweet, unruly though they be. That we must curb it upon others' prool, His rudeness so with his authoriz'd youth

To be forbid the sweets that seem so good, Did livery falseness in a pride of truth.

For fear of harms that preach in our beloof.

( appetite, from judgment stand aloof!
“ Well could he ride, and often men would say The one a palate hath that needs will taste,
That horse his mettle from his rider takes :

Though reason weep, and cry It is thy lasi,
Proud of subjection, noble by the sway,
What rounds, what bounds, what course, what stop he - For further I could say, This man 's untrue,

And knew the patterns of his foul bezuiling;
And controversy hence a question takes,

Heard where his plants in others' orchards grew, Whether the horse by him became his deed,

Saw how deceits were gilded in dis smiling; Or he his manage by the well-doing steed.

Knew vows were ever brokers to defiling;

Thought* characters and words, merely but art, “ But quickly on this side the verdict went;

And bastards of his foul adulterate heart.
His real habitude gave life and grace
To appertainings and to ornament,

“ And long upon these terms I held my city, Accomplish'd in himself, not in his case : 5

Till thus he 'gan besiege me: Gentle maid,
All aids, themselves made fairer hy their place, Have of my suffering youth some feeling pity,
Can for additions ; yet their purpos'd trim

And be not of my holy vows afraid :
Piec'd not his grace, but were all grac'd by him. That 's to you sworn, to none was ever said;

For feasts of love I have been call'd unto, * So on the tip of his subduing tongue

Till now did ne'er invite, nor never vow,
All kind of arguments and question deep,
All replication prompt, and reason strong,

“ All my offences that abroad you see For his advantage still did wake and sleep:

Are errors of the blood, none of the mind; To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep,

Love made them not; with acture b they may be, He had the dialect and different skill,

Where neither party is nor true nor kind: Catching all passions in his craft of will;

They sought their shame that so their shame did fid;

And so much less of shame in me remains, “ Tbat he did in the general bos m reign

By how much of me their reproach contains.
Of young, of old; and sexes both enchanted,
To dwell with him in thoughts, or to remain

“ Among the many that mine eyes have seen, In personal duty, following where he haunted :

Not one whose flame my heart so much as warm, Consents bewitch'd, ere he desire, have granted;

Or my affection put to the smallest teeu, And dialogued for him what he would say,

Or any of my leisures ever charm'd : Ask'd their own wills, and made their wills obey.

Harm have I done to them, but neer was harm'd;

Kept hearts in liveries, but mine own was free, “ Many there were that did his picture get,

Aud reign'd, commanding in his monarchy.
To serve their eyes, and in ii put their mind;
Like fools that in the imagination set

“ Look here what tributes wounded fancies sent me, The goodly objects which abroad they find

Of paled pearls, and rubies red as blood; Of lands and mansions, theirs in thought assign'd;

Figuring that they their passions likewise lent me And labouring in mo pleasures to bestow them,

Of grief and blushes, aptly understood Than the true gouty landlord which doth owe them :

In bloodless white and the encrimson'd mood;

Effects of terror and dear modesty, “ So many have, that never touch d his hand,

Encamp'd in hearts, but fighting outwardly.
Sweetly suppos'd them mistress of his heart.
My woeful self, that did in freedom stand,

“ And lo! behold these talents d of their hair, And was my own fee-simple, (not in part,)

With twisted metal amorously impleachd, What with his art in youth, and youth in art,

I have receiv'd from many a several fair, Threw my affections in his charmed power,

(Their kind acceptance weepingly beseech'd) Resery'd the stalk, and gave him all my tlower.

With the annexions of fair gems enrichd,

And deep-brain d sonnets that did amplify “ Yet did I not, as some my equals did,

Each stone's dear nature, worth, and quality.
Demand of him, nor being desired yielded ;
Finding myself in honour so forbid,

“ The diamond, why 't was beautiful and hard, With safest distance I mine honour shielded :

Whereto his invis d' properties did tend ; Experience for me many bulwarks builded

The deep-green emerald, in whose fresh regard of proofs new-bleeding, which remaind the foil Of this false jewel, and his amorous spoil.

• Malone-and he is followed in all modern editions-pats a comma after thought, and says, " it is here, I believe, a sutra

stantive." Surely thought is a verb. We have a regula * Visage is the inverted nominative case to showed.

sequence of verbs—heard-saw-knew-thought. b Case-outward show.

6 Acture is explained as synonymous with action. . Can is constantly used by the old writers, especially by c Teen—grief. Spenser, in the sense uľ begrin. For is used in the sense of d Talents is here used in the sense of something precious.

Implcach'duterwoven. i labus d-mn -isible



Weak sights their sickly radiance do amend ;

Of wealth, of filial fear, law, kindred, fanie! The heaven-hued sapphire and the opal blend

Love's arms are peace, 'gainst rule, gainst sense, 'gains: With objects manifold; each several stone,

shame, With wit well blazon'd, smil'd or made some moan. And sweetens, in the suffering panys it bears,

The aloes of all forces, shocks, and fears. “ Lo! all these trophies of affections hot, Of pensiv'd and subdued desires the tender,

“Now all these hearts that do on mine depend, Nature hath charg'd me that I board them not,

Feeling it break, with bleeding groans they pine, But yield them up where I myself must render,

And supplicant their sighs to you extend, That is, to you, my origin and ender :

To leave the battery that you make 'gainst mine, For these, of force, must your oblations be,

Leuding soft audience to my sweet design, Since I their altar, you enpatron me.

And credent soul to that strong-bonded oath,

That shall prefer and undertake my truth. “O) then advance of yours that phraseless hand, Whose white weighs down the airy scale of praise ;

“ This said, his watery eyes he did dismount, Take all these similes to your own command,

Whose sights till then were levellid on my face

Each check a river running from a fount Hallow'd with sighs that burning lungs did raise ;

With brinish current downward flow'd apace :
What me your minister, for you obeys,

O how the channel to the stream gave grace!
Works under you ; and to your audit comes
Their distract parcels in combined sums.

Who, glazd with crystal, gate“ the glowing ruses

That flame through water which their hue encloses. “ Lo! this device was sent me from a nun,

" ( father, what a hell of witchcraft lies Or sister sanctified of holiest note;

In the small orb of one particular tear!
Which late her noble suit a in court did shun,

But with the inundation of the eyes
Whose rarest havings b made the blossoms dute; What rocky heart to water will not wear ?
For she was sought by spirits of richest coat,d

What breast so cold that is not warmed here?
But kept cold distance, and did thence remove, O cleft effect! cold modesty, hot wrath,
To spend her living in eternal love.

Both fire from hence and chill extincture hath! " But O, my sweet, what labour is 't to leave

For lo! his passion, but an art of craft, The thing we have not, mastering what not strives ? Even there resolv'd my reason into tears ; Paling the place which did no form receive,

There my white stole of chastity I dafld, Playing patient sports in unconstrained gyves : Shook off my sober guards, and civil b fears; She that ber fame so to terself contrives,

Appear to him, as he to me appears, The scars of battle 'scapeth by the fiight,

All melting; though our drops this difference bore, And makes her absence valiant, not her inight.

His poison d me, and mine did him restore. “ O pardon me, in that my boast is true ;

“ In him a plenitude of subtle matter, The accident which brought me to her eye,

Applied to cautels, all strange forms receives, Upon the moment did her force subdue,

of burning blushes, or of weeping water, And now she would the caged cloister fly:

Or swooning paleness ; and he takes and leaves, Religious love put out religion's eye:

In either's aptness, as it best deceives, Not to be tempted, would she be immurd,

To blush at speeches rank, to weep at woes, And now, to tempt all, liberty procurd.

Or to turn white and swoon at tragic shows; “ How mighty then you are, O hear me tell!

« That not a heart which in his level came The broken bosoms that to me belong

Could scape the hail of his all-hurting aim, Have emptied all their fountains in my well,

Showing fair nature is both kind and tame; And mine I pour your ocean all among :

And veil'd in them, did win whom he would maim: I strong o'er them, and you o'er me being strong,

Against the thing he sought he would exclaim; Must for your victory us all congest,

When he must burn'd in heart-wish d luxury, As compound love to physic your cold breast.

He preach'd pure maid, and prais'd cold chastity.

“ Thus merely with the garment of a Grace My parts had power to charm a sacred sun,

The naked and concealed fiend he cover'd,
Who, disciplin'd and dieted in grace,
Believ'd her eyes when they to assail begun,

That the unexperienc'd gave the tempter place,
All vows and consecrations giving place.

Which, like a cherubin, above them hover d. O most potential love! vow, bond, nor space,

Who, young and simple, would not be so lover'd ? In thee hath neither sting, knot, nor confine,

Ah me! I fell; and yet do question make

What I should do again for such a sake. For thou art all, and all things else are thine.

“0, that infected moisture of his eye, “ When thou impressest, what are precepts worth 0, that false fire which in his cheek so glow'd, Of stale example? When thou wilt inflame,

0, that forc'd thunder from his heart did fly, How coldly those impediments stand forth

O, that sad breath his spongy lungs bestow d,

0, all that borrow'à motion, seeming ow'd, a A Suit. “ The noble suit in court" is, we think, the suit

Would yet again betray the fore-betray'd, b Havings. Malone receives this as accomplishments-Mr. Dyce Aud new pervert a recouciled maid !" as furtune. Blossoms—young men; the flower of the nobilitv.

í Gate-got, procured. b Civil-decorous. • Of richest coat--of highest descent.

Cautels--deceitful purposes.

d Ow'd-owned; his own



made to her in court.

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