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[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     FRom faire{{s}t} creatures we de{{s}i}re increa{s}e,
[2]     That thereby beauties Ro{s}e might neuer die,
[3]     But as the riper {{s}h}ould by time decea{s}e,
[4]     His tender heire might beare his memory:
[5]     But thou contra{ct}ed to thine owne bright eyes,
[6]     Feed'{{s}t} thy lights {fl}ame with {s}elfe {s}ub{{s}t}antiall fewell,
[7]     Making a famine where aboundance lies,
[8]     Thy {s}elfe thy foe,to thy {s}weet {s}elfe too cruell:
[9]     Thou that art now the worlds fre{{s}h} ornament,
[10]   And only herauld to the gaudy {s}pring,
[11]   Within thine owne bud burie{{s}t} thy content,
[12]   And tender chorle mak{{s}t} wa{{s}t} in niggarding:
[13]       Pitty the world,or el{s}e this glutton be,
[14]       To eate the worlds due,by the graue and thee.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     {VV}Hen fortie Winters {{s}h}all be{s}eige thy brow,
[2]     And digge deep trenches in thy beauties {fi}eld,
[3]     Thy youthes proud liuery {s}o gaz'd on now,
[4]     Wil be a totter'd weed of {s}mal worth held:
[5]     Then being a{s}kt,where all thy beautie lies,
[6]     Where all the trea{s}ure of thy lu{{s}t}y daies;
[7]     To {s}ay within thine owne deepe {s}unken eyes,
[8]     Were an all-eating {{s}h}ame,and thriftle{{s}{s}}e prai{s}e.
[9]     How much more prai{s}e de{s}eru'd thy beauties v{s}e,
[10]   If thou could{{s}t} an{s}were this faire child of mine
[11]   Shall {s}um my count,and make my old excu{s}e
[12]   Proouing his beautie by {s}ucce{{s}{s}i}on thine.

[signature] B [catchword] This
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[13]       This were to be new made when thou art ould,
[14]       And {s}ee thy blood warme when thou feel'{{s}t} it could,

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     LOoke in thy gla{{s}{s}}e and tell the face thou vewe{{s}t},
[2]     Now is the time that face {{s}h}ould forme an other,
[3]     Who{s}e fre{{s}h} repaire if now thou not renewe{{s}t},
[4]     Thou doo'{{s}t} beguile the world,vnble{{s}{s}}e {s}ome mother.
[5]     For where is {{s}h}e {s}o faire who{s}e vn-eard wombe
[6]     Di{s}daines the tillage of thy husbandry?
[7]     Or who is he {s}o fond will be the tombe,
[8]     Of his {s}elfe loue to {{s}t}op po{{s}t}erity?
[9]     Thou art thy mothers gla{{s}{s}}e and {{s}h}e in thee
[10]   Calls backe the louely Aprill of her prime,
[11]   So thou through windowes of thine age {{s}h}alt {s}ee,
[12]   Di{s}pight of wrinkles this thy goulden time.
[13]       But if thou liue remembred not to be,
[14]       Die {{s}i}ngle and thine Image dies with thee.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     VNthrifty loueline{{s}{s}}e why do{{s}t} thou {s}pend,
[2]     Vpon thy {s}elfe thy beauties legacy?
[3]     Natures beque{{s}t} giues nothing but doth lend,
[4]     And being franck {{s}h}e lends to tho{s}e are free:
[5]     Then beautious nigard why doo{{s}t} thou abu{s}e,
[6]     The bountious large{{s}{s}}e giuen thee to giue?
[7]     Pro{fi}tles v{s}erer why doo{{s}t} thou v{s}e
[8]     So great a {s}umme of {s}ummes yet can'{{s}t} not liue?
[9]     For hauing tra{ffi}ke with thy {s}elfe alone,
[10]   Thou of thy {s}elfe thy {s}weet {s}elfe do{{s}t} deceaue,
[11]   Then how when nature calls thee to be gone,
[12]   What acceptable Audit can'{{s}t} thou leaue?
[13]       Thy vnu{s}'d beauty mu{{s}t} be tomb'd with thee,
[14]       Which v{s}ed liues th'executor to be.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     THo{s}e howers that with gentle worke did frame,
[2]     The louely gaze where euery eye doth dwell
[3]     Will play the tirants to the very {s}ame,

[catchword] And
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[running title] SONNETS.

[4]     And that vnfaire which fairely doth excell:
[5]     For neuer re{{s}t}ing time leads Summer on,
[6]     To hidious winter and confounds him there,
[7]     Sap checkt with fro{{s}t} and lu{{s}t}ie leau's quite gon.
[8]     Beauty ore-{s}now'd and barenes euery where,
[9]     Then were not {s}ummers di{{s}t}illation left
[10]   A liquid pri{s}oner pent in walls of gla{{s}{s}}e,
[11]   Beauties e{ff}e{ct} with beauty were bereft,
[12]   Nor it nor noe remembrance what it was.
[13]       But {fl}owers di{{s}t}il'd though they with winter meete,
[14]       Lee{s}e but their {{s}h}ow,their {s}ub{{s}t}ance {{s}t}ill liues {s}weet.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     THen let not winters wragged hand deface,
[2]     In thee thy {s}ummer ere thou be di{{s}t}il'd:
[3]     Make {s}weet {s}ome viall;trea{s}ure thou {s}ome place,
[4]     With beautits trea{s}ure ere it be {s}elfe kil'd:
[5]     That v{s}e is not forbidden v{s}ery,
[6]     Which happies tho{s}e that pay the willing lone;
[7]     That's for thy {s}elfe to breed an other thee,
[8]     Or ten times happier be it ten for one,
[9]     Ten times thy {s}elfe were happier then thou art,
[10]   If ten of thine ten times re{fi}gur'd thee,
[11]   Then what could death doe if thou {{s}h}ould'{{s}t} depart,
[12]   Leauing thee liuing in po{{s}t}erity?
[13]       Be not {s}elfe-wild for thou art much too faire,
[14]       To be deaths conque{{s}t} and make wormes thine heire.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     LOe in the Orient when the gracious light,
[2]     Lifts vp his burning head,each vnder eye
[3]     Doth homage to his new appearing {{s}i}ght,
[4]     Seruing with lookes his {s}acred maie{{s}t}y,
[5]     And hauing climb'd the {{s}t}eepe vp heauenly hill,
[6]     Re{s}embling {{s}t}rong youth in his middle age,
[7]     Yet mortall lookes adore his beauty {{s}t}ill,
[8]     Attending on his goulden pilgrimage:
[9]     But when from high-mo{{s}t} pich with wery car,

[signature] B 2 [catchword] Like
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[10]   Like feeble age he reeleth from the day,
[11]   The eyes(fore dutious)now conuerted are
[12]   From his low tra{ct} and looke an other way:
[13]       So thou,thy {s}elfe out-going in thy noon:
[14]       Vnlok'd on die{{s}t} vnle{{s}{s}}e thou get a {s}onne.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     MV{{s}i}ck to heare,why hear'{{s}t} thou mu{{s}i}ck {s}adly,
[2]     Sweets with {s}weets warre not ,ioy delights in ioy:
[3]     Why lou'{{s}t} thou that which thou receau{{s}t} not gladly,
[4]     Or el{s}e receau'{{s}t} with plea{s}ure thine annoy ?
[5]     If the true concord of well tuned {s}ounds,
[6]     By vnions married do o{ff}end thine eare,
[7]     They do but {s}weetly chide thee , who confounds
[8]     In {{s}i}nglene{{s}{s}}e the parts that thou {{s}h}ould'{{s}t} beare:
[9]     Marke how one {{s}t}ring {s}weet husband to an other,
[10]   Strikes each in each by mutuall ordering;
[11]   Re{s}embling {{s}i}er,and child,and happy mother,
[12]   Who all in one,one plea{{s}i}ng note do {{s}i}ng:
[13]       Who{s}e {s}peechle{{s}{s}}e {s}ong being many,{s}eeming one,
[14]       Sings this to thee thou {{s}i}ngle wilt proue none.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     IS it for feare to wet a widdowes eye,
[2]     That thou con{s}um'{{s}t} thy {s}elfe in {{s}i}ngle life?
[3]     Ah;if thou i{{s}{s}}ule{{s}{s}}e {{s}h}alt hap to die,
[4]     The world will waile thee like a makele{{s}{s}}e wife,
[5]     The world wilbe thy widdow and {{s}t}ill weepe,
[6]     That thou no forme of thee ha{{s}t} left behind ,
[7]     When euery priuat widdow well may keepe,
[8]     By childrens eyes,her husbands {{s}h}ape in minde:
[9]     Looke what an vnthrift in the world doth {s}pend
[10]   Shifts but his place,for {{s}t}ill the world inioyes it
[11]   But beauties wa{{s}t}e hath in the world an end,
[12]   And kept vnv{s}de the v{s}er {s}o de{{s}t}royes it:
[13]       No loue toward others in that bo{s}ome {{s}i}ts
[14]       That on him{s}elfe {s}uch murdrous {{s}h}ame commits.

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[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     FOr {{s}h}ame deny that thou bear'{{s}t} loue to any
[2]     Who for thy {s}elfe art {s}o vnprouident
[3]     Graunt if thou wilt,thou art belou'd of many,
[4]     But that thou none lou'{{s}t} is mo{{s}t} euident:
[5]     For thou art {s}o po{{s}{s}}e{{s}t} with murdrous hate,
[6]     That gain{{s}t} thy {s}elfe thou {{s}t}ick{{s}t} not to con{s}pire,
[7]     Seeking that beautious roofe to ruinate
[8]     Which to repaire {{s}h}ould be thy chiefe de{{s}i}re :
[9]     O change thy thought,that I may change my minde,
[10]   Shall hate be fairer log'd then gentle loue?
[11]   Be as thy pre{s}ence is gracious and kind,
[12]   Or to thy {s}elfe at lea{{s}t} kind harted proue,
[13]       Make thee an other {s}elfe for loue of me,
[14]       That beauty {{s}t}ill may liue in thine or thee.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     AS fa{{s}t} as thou {{s}h}alt wane {s}o fa{{s}t} thou grow'{{s}t},
[2]     In one of thine,from that which thou departe{{s}t},
[3]     And that fre{{s}h} bloud which yongly thou be{{s}t}ow'{{s}t},
[4]     Thou mai{{s}t} call thine,when thou from youth conuerte{{s}t},
[5]     Herein liues wi{s}dome,beauty,and increa{s}e,
[6]     Without this follie,age,and could decay,
[7]     If all were minded {s}o,the times {{s}h}ould cea{s}e,
[8]     And three{s}coore yeare would make the world away:
[9]     Let tho{s}e whom nature hath not made for {{s}t}ore,
[10]   Har{{s}h},featurele{{s}{s}}e,and rude , barrenly perri{{s}h},
[11]   Looke whom {{s}h}e be{{s}t} indow'd,{{s}h}e gaue the more;
[12]   Which bountious guift thou {{s}h}ould{{s}t} in bounty cherri{{s}h},
[13]       She caru'd thee for her {s}eale,and ment therby,
[14]       Thou {{s}h}ould{{s}t} print more,not let that coppy die.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1] {VV}Hen I doe count the clock that tels the time,
[2]     And {s}ee the braue day {s}unck in hidious night,
[3]     When I behold the violet pa{{s}t} prime,
[4]     And {s}able curls or {{s}i}luer'd ore with white :
[5]     When lofty trees I {s}ee barren of leaues,
[6]     Which er{{s}t} from heat did canopie the herd

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[7]     And Sommers greene all girded vp in {{s}h}eaues
[8]     Borne on the beare with white and bri{{s}t}ly beard:
[9]     Then of thy beauty do I que{{s}t}ion make
[10]   That thou among the wa{{s}t}es of time mu{{s}t} goe,
[11]   Since {s}weets and beauties do them-{s}elues for{s}ake,
[12]     And die as fa{{s}t} as they {s}ee others grow,
[13]       And nothing gain{{s}t} Times {{s}i}eth can make defence
[14]       Saue breed to braue him,when he takes thee hence.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     O That you were your {s}elfe,but loue you are
[2]     No longer yours,then you your {s}elfe here liue,
[3]     Again{{s}t} this cumming end you {{s}h}ould prepare,
[4]     And your {s}weet {s}emblance to {s}ome other giue.
[5]     So {{s}h}ould that beauty which you hold in lea{s}e
[6]     Find no determination,then you were
[7]     You {s}elfe again after your {s}elfes decea{s}e,
[8]     When your {s}weet i{{s}{s}}ue your {s}weet forme {{s}h}ould beare.
[9]     Who lets {s}o faire a hou{s}e fall to decay,
[10]   Which husbandry in honour might vphold,
[11]   Again{{s}t} the {{s}t}ormy gu{{s}t}s of winters day
[12]   And barren rage of deaths eternall cold?
[13]       O none but vnthrifts,deare my loue you know,
[14]       You had a Father,let your Son {s}ay {s}o.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     NOt from the {{s}t}ars do I my iudgement plucke,
[2]     And yet me thinkes I haue A{{s}t}ronomy,
[3]     But not to tell of good,or euil lucke,
[4]     Of plagues,of dearths,or {s}ea{s}ons quallity,
[5]     Nor can I fortune to breefe mynuits tell;
[6]     Pointing to each his thunder,raine and winde,
[7]     Or {s}ay with Princes if it {{s}h}al go wel
[8]     By oft predi{ct} that I in heauen {fi}nde.
[9]     But from thine eies my knowledge I deriue,
[10]   And con{{s}t}ant {{s}t}ars in them I read {s}uch art
[11]   As truth and beautie {{s}h}al together thriue
[12]   If from thy {s}elfe,to {{s}t}ore thou would{{s}t} conuert:

[catchword] Or
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[running title] SONNETS.

[13]     Or el{s}e of thee this I progno{{s}t}icate,
[14]     Thy end is Truthes and Beauties doome and date.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     WHen I con{{s}i}der euery thing that growes
[2]     Holds in perfe{ct}ion but a little moment.
[3]     That this huge {{s}t}age pre{s}enteth nought but {{s}h}owes
[4]     Whereon the Stars in {s}ecret in{fl}uence comment.
[5]     When I perceiue that men as plants increa{s}e,
[6]     Cheared and checkt euen by the {s}elfe-{s}ame skie:
[7]     Vaunt in their youthfull {s}ap,at height decrea{s}e,
[8]     And were their braue {{s}t}ate out of memory.
[9]     Then the conceit of this incon{{s}t}ant {{s}t}ay,
[10]   Sets you mo{{s}t} rich in youth before my {{s}i}ght,
[11]   Where wa{{s}t}full time debateth with decay
[12]   To change your day of youth to {s}ullied night,
[13]       And all in war with Time for loue of you
[14]       As he takes from you,I ingraft you new.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     BVt wherefore do not you a mightier waie
[2]     Make warre vppon this bloudie tirant time?
[3]     And forti{fi}e your {s}elfe in your decay
[4]     With meanes more ble{{s}{s}}ed then my barren rime?
[5]     Now {{s}t}and you on the top of happie houres,
[6]     And many maiden gardens yet vn{s}et,
[7]     With vertuous wi{{s}h} would beare your liuing {fl}owers,
[8]     Much liker then your painted counterfeit:
[9]     So {{s}h}ould the lines of life that life repaire
[10]   Which this (Times pen{s}el or my pupill pen )
[11]   Neither in inward worth nor outward faire
[12]   Can make you liue your {s}elfe in eies of men,
[13]       To giue away your {s}elfe,keeps your {s}elfe {{s}t}ill,
[14]       And you mu{{s}t} liue drawne by your owne {s}weet skill,

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     {VV}Ho will beleeue my ver{s}e in time to come
[2]     If it were {fi}ld with your mo{{s}t} high de{s}erts?

[signature] B 4 [catchword] Though
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[running title] SHAKE-SPEARES

[3]     Though yet heauen knowes it is but as a tombe
[4]     Which hides your life , and {{s}h}ewes not halfe your parts:
[5]     If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
[6]     And in fre{{s}h} numbers number all your graces,
[7]     The age to come would {s}ay this Poet lies,
[8]     Such heauenly touches nere toucht earthly faces.
[9]     So {{s}h}ould my papers (yellowed with their age)
[10]   Be {s}corn'd,like old men of le{{s}{s}}e truth then tongue,
[11]   And your true rights be termd a Poets rage,
[12]   And {{s}t}retched miter of an Antique {s}ong.
[13]       But were {s}ome childe of yours aliue that time,
[14]       You {{s}h}ould liue twi{s}e in it,and in my rime.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     SHall I compare thee to a Summers day?
[2]     Thou art more louely and more temperate:
[3]     Rough windes do {{s}h}ake the darling buds of Maie,
[4]     And Sommers lea{s}e hath all too {{s}h}ort a date:
[5]     Sometime too hot the eye of heauen {{s}h}ines,
[6]     And often is his gold complexion dimm'd,
[7]     And euery faire from faire {s}ome-time declines,
[8]     By chance,or natures changing cour{s}e vntrim'd:
[9]     But thy eternall Sommer {{s}h}all not fade,
[10]   Nor loo{s}e po{{s}{s}}e{{s}{s}i}on of that faire thou ow'{{s}t},
[11]   Nor {{s}h}all death brag thou wandr'{{s}t} in his {{s}h}ade,
[12]   When in eternall lines to time thou grow'{{s}t},
[13]       So long as men can breath or eyes can {s}ee,
[14]       So long liues this,and this giues life to thee,

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     DEuouring time blunt thou the Lyons pawes,
[2]     And make the earth deuoure her owne {s}weet brood,
[3]     Plucke the keene teeth from the {fi}erce Tygers yawes,
[4]     And burne the long liu'd Phænix in her blood,
[5]     Make glad and {s}orry {s}ea{s}ons as thou {fl}eet'{{s}t},
[6]     And do what ere thou wilt {s}wift-footed time
[7]     To the wide world and all her fading {s}weets:
[8]     But I forbid thee one mo{{s}t} hainous crime,

[catchword] O
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[running title] SONNETS.

[9]     O carue not with thy howers my loues faire brow,
[10]   Nor draw noe lines there with thine antique pen,
[11]   Him in thy cour{s}e vntainted doe allow,
[12]   For beauties patterne to {s}ucceding men.
[13]       Yet doe thy wor{{s}t} ould Time di{s}pight thy wrong,
[14]       My loue {{s}h}all in my ver{s}e euer liue young.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     A Womans face with natures owne hand painted,
[2]     Ha{{s}t}e thou the Ma{{s}t}er Mi{{s}t}ris of my pa{{s}{s}i}on,
[3]     A womans gentle hart but not acquainted
[4]     With {{s}h}ifting change as is fal{s}e womens fa{{s}h}ion,
[5]     An eye more bright then theirs,le{{s}{s}}e fal{s}e in rowling:
[6]     Gilding the obie{ct} where-vpon it gazeth,
[7]     A man in hew all Hews in his controwling,
[8]     Which {{s}t}eales mens eyes and womens {s}oules ama{s}eth.
[9]     And for a woman wert thou {fi}r{{s}t} created,
[10]   Till nature as {{s}h}e wrought thee fell a dotinge,
[11]   And by addition me of thee defeated,
[12]   By adding one thing to my purpo{s}e nothing.
[13]       But {{s}i}nce {{s}h}e prickt thee out for womens plea{s}ure,
[14]       Mine be thy loue and thy loues v{s}e their trea{s}ure.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     SO is it not with me as with that Mu{s}e,
[2]     Stird by a painted beauty to his ver{s}e,
[3]     Who heauen it {s}elfe for ornament doth v{s}e,
[4]     And euery faire with his faire doth reher{s}e,
[5]     Making a coopelment of proud compare
[6]     With Sunne and Moone,with earth and {s}eas rich gems:
[7]     With Aprills {fi}r{{s}t} borne {fl}owers and all things rare,
[8]     That heauens ayre in this huge rondure hems,
[9]     O let me true in loue but truly write,
[10]   And then beleeue me,my loue is as faire,
[11]   As any mothers childe,though not {s}o bright
[12]   As tho{s}e gould candells {fi}xt in heauens ayer:
[13]       Let them {s}ay more that like of heare-{s}ay well,
[14]       I will not pray{s}e that purpo{s}e not to {s}ell.

[signature] C [catchword] 22
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[running title] SHAKE-SPEARES

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     MY gla{{s}{s}}e {{s}h}all not per{s}wade me I am ould,
[2]     So long as youth and thou are of one date,
[3]     But when in thee times forrwes I behould,
[4]     Then look I death my daies {{s}h}ould expiate.
[5]     For all that beauty that doth couer thee,
[6]     Is but the {s}eemely rayment of my heart,
[7]     Which in thy bre{{s}t} doth liue,as thine in me,
[8]     How can I then be elder then thou art?
[9]     O therefore loue be of thy {s}elfe {s}o wary,
[10]   As I not for my {s}elfe,but for thee will,
[11]   Bearing thy heart which I will keepe {s}o chary
[12]   As tender nur{s}e her babe from faring ill,
[13]       Pre{s}ume not on thy heart when mine is {{s}l}aine,
[14]       Thou gau'{{s}t} me thine not to giue backe againe.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     AS an vnperfe{ct} a{ct}or on the {{s}t}age,
[2]     Who with his feare is put be{{s}i}des his part,
[3]     Or {s}ome {fi}erce thing repleat with too much rage,
[4]     Who{s}e {{s}t}rengths abondance weakens his owne heart;
[5]     So I for feare of tru{{s}t},forget to {s}ay,
[6]     The perfe{ct} ceremony of loues right,
[7]     And in mine owne loues {{s}t}rength {s}eeme to decay,
[8]     Ore-charg'd with burthen of mine owne loues might:
[9]     O let my books be then the eloquence,
[10]   And domb pre{s}agers of my {s}peaking bre{{s}t},
[11]   Who pleade for loue,and look for recompence,
[12]   More then that tonge that more hath more expre{{s}t}.
[13]       O learne to read what {{s}i}lent loue hath writ,
[14]       To heare wit eies belongs to loues {fi}ne wiht.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     MIne eye hath play'd the painter and hath {{s}t}eeld,
[2]     Thy beauties forme in table of my heart,
[3]     My body is the frame wherein ti's held,
[4]     And per{s}pe{ct}iue it is be{{s}t} Painters art.
[5]     For through the Painter mu{{s}t} you {s}ee his skill,

[catchword] To
[page 15; signature C2r; inner forme 3; compositor B-like]
[running title] SONNETS.

[6]     To {fi}nde where your true Image pi{ct}ur'd lies,
[7]     Which in my bo{s}omes {{s}h}op is hanging {{s}t}il,
[8]     That hath his windowes glazed with thine eyes:
[9]     Now {s}ee what good-turnes eyes for eies haue done,
[10]   Mine eyes haue drawne thy {{s}h}ape,and thine for me
[11]   Are windowes to my bre{{s}t}, where-through the Sun
[12]   Delights to peepe,to gaze therein on thee
[13]       Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art
[14]       They draw but what they {s}ee,know not the hart.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefgfhh]

[1]     LEt tho{s}e who are in fauor with their {{s}t}ars,
[2]     Of publike honour and proud titles bo{{s}t},
[3]     Whil{{s}t} I whome fortune of {s}uch tryumph bars
[4]     Vnlookt for ioy in that I honour mo{{s}t};
[5]     Great Princes fauorites their faire leaues {s}pread,
[6]     But as the Marygold at the {s}uns eye,
[7]     And in them-{s}elues their pride lies buried,
[8]     For at a frowne they in their glory die.
[9]     The painefull warrier famo{s}ed for worth,
[10]   After a thou{s}and vi{ct}ories once foild,
[11]   Is from the booke of honour ra{s}ed quite,
[12]   And all the re{{s}t} forgot for which he toild:
[13]       Then happy I that loue and am beloued
[14]       Where I may not remoue,nor be remoued.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     LOrd of my loue,to whome in va{{s}{s}}alage
[2]     Thy merrit hath my dutie {{s}t}rongly knit;
[3]     To thee I {s}end this written amba{{s}{s}}age
[4]     To witne{{s}{s}}e duty, not to {{s}h}ew my wit.
[5]     Duty {s}o great,which wit {s}o poore as mine
[6]     May make {s}eeme bare,in wanting words to {{s}h}ew it;
[7]     But that I hope {s}ome good conceipt of thine
[8]     In thy {s}oules thought (all naked) willb{{s}t}ow it:
[9]     Til what{s}oeuer {{s}t}ar that guides my mouing,
[10]   Points on me gratiou{{s}l}y with faire a{s}pe{ct},
[11]   And puts apparrell on my tottered louing,

[signature] C 2 [catchword] To
[page 16; signature C2v; outer forme 3; compositor A and/or B]
[running title] SHAKE-SPEARES,

[12]   To {{s}h}ow me worthy of their {s}weet re{s}pe{ct},
[13]       Then may I dare to boa{{s}t} how I doe loue thee,
[14]       Til then,not {{s}h}ow my head where thou mai{{s}t} proue me

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     WEary with toyle,I ha{{s}t} me to my bed ,
[2]     The deare repo{s}e for lims with trauaill tired,
[3]     But then begins a iourny in my head
[4]     To worke my mind,when boddies work's expired.
[5]     For then my thoughts(from far where I abide)
[6]     Intend a zelous pilgrimage to thee,
[7]     And keepe my drooping eye-lids open wide,
[8]     Looking on darknes which the blind doe {s}ee.
[9]     Saue that my {s}oules imaginary {{s}i}ght
[10]   Pre{s}ents their {{s}h}addoe to my {{s}i}ghtles view,
[11]   Which like a iewell (hunge in ga{{s}t}ly night)
[12]   Makes blacke night beautious,and her old face new.
[13]       Loe thus by day my lims,by night my mind,
[14]       For thee,and for my {s}elfe,noe quiet {fi}nde.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     HOw can I then returne in happy plight
[2]     That am debard the beni{fi}t of re{{s}t}?
[3]     When daies oppre{{s}{s}i}on is not eazd by night,
[4]     But day by night and night by day opre{{s}t}.
[5]     And each(though enimes to ethers raigne)
[6]     Doe in con{s}ent {{s}h}ake hands to torture me,
[7]     The one by toyle,the other to complaine
[8]     How far I toyle,{{s}t}ill farther o{ff} from thee.
[9]     I tell the Day to plea{s}e him thou art bright,
[10]   And do'{{s}t} him grace when clouds doe blot the heauen:
[11]   So {fl}atter I the {s}wart complexiond night,
[12]   When {s}parkling {{s}t}ars twire not thou guil'{{s}t} th' eauen.
[13]       But day doth daily draw my {s}orrowes longer,
[14]       And night doth nightly make greefes length {s}eeme {{s}t}ronger

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     {VV}Hen in di{s}grace with Fortune and mens eyes,
[2]     I all alone beweepe my out-ca{{s}t} {{s}t}ate,

[catchword] And
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[running title] SONNETS.

[3]     And trouble deafe heauen with my bootle{{s}{s}}e cries,
[4]     And looke vpon my {s}elfe and cur{s}e my fate.
[5]     Wi{{s}h}ing me like to one more rich in hope,
[6]     Featur'd like him,like him with friends po{{s}{s}}e{{s}t},
[7]     De{{s}i}ring this mans art,and that mans skope,
[8]     With what I mo{{s}t} inioy contented lea{{s}t},
[9]     Yet in the{s}e thoughts my {s}elfe almo{{s}t} de{s}pi{{s}i}ng,
[10]   Haplye I thinke on thee, and then my {{s}t}ate,
[11]   (Like to the Larke at breake of daye ari{{s}i}ng)
[12]   From {s}ullen earth {{s}i}ngs himns at Heauens gate,
[13]       For thy {s}weet loue remembred {s}uch welth brings,
[14]       That then I skorne to change my {{s}t}ate with Kings.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     {VV}Hen to the Se{{s}{s}i}ons of {s}weet {{s}i}lent thought,
[2]     I {s}ommon vp remembrance of things pa{{s}t},
[3]     I {{s}i}gh the lacke of many a thing I {s}ought,
[4]     And with old woes new waile my deare times wa{{s}t}e:
[5]     Then can I drowne an eye(vn-v{s}'d to {fl}ow)
[6]     For precious friends hid in deaths dateles night,
[7]     And weepe a fre{{s}h} loues long {{s}i}nce canceld woe,
[8]     And mone th'expence of many a vanni{{s}h}t {{s}i}ght.
[9]     Then can I greeue at greeuances fore-gon,
[10]   And heauily from woe to woe tell ore
[11]   The {s}ad account of fore-bemoned mone,
[12]   Which I new pay,as if not payd before.
[13]       But if the while I thinke on thee (deare friend)
[14]       All lo{{s}{s}}es are re{{s}t}ord,and {s}orrowes end.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     Thy bo{s}ome is indeared with all hearts,
[2]     Which I by lacking haue {s}uppo{s}ed dead,
[3]     And there raignes Loue and all Loues louing parts,
[4]     And all tho{s}e friends which I thought buried.
[5]     How many a holy and ob{s}equious teare
[6]     Hath deare religious loue {{s}t}olne from mine eye,
[7]     As intere{{s}t} of the dead,which now appeare,
[8]     But things remou'd that hidden in there lie.

[signature] C 3 [catchword] To
[page 18; signature C3v; inner forme 3; compositor A-like]
[running title] SHAKE-SPEARES

[9]     Thou art the graue where buried loue doth liue,
[10]   Hung with the tropheis of my louers gon,
[11]   Who all their parts of me to thee did giue,
[12]   That due of many,now is thine alone.
[13]       Their images I lou'd, I view in thee,
[14]       And thou(all they)ha{{s}t} all the all of me.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     IF thou {s}uruiue my well contented daie,
[2]     When that churle death my bones with du{{s}t} {{s}h}all couer
[3]     And {{s}h}alt by fortune once more re-{s}uruay:
[4]     The{s}e poore rude lines of thy decea{s}ed Louer:
[5]     Compare them with the bett'ring of the time,
[6]     And though they be out-{{s}t}ript by euery pen,
[7]     Re{s}erue them for my loue,not for their rime,
[8]     Exceeded by the hight of happier men.
[9]     Oh then vout{s}afe me but this louing thought,
[10]   Had my friends Mu{s}e growne with this growing age,
[11]   A dearer birth then this his loue had brought
[12]   To march in ranckes of better equipage:
[13]       But {{s}i}nce he died and Poets better proue,
[14]       Theirs for their {{s}t}ile ile read,his for his loue.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     FVll many a glorious morning haue I {s}eene,
[2]     Flatter the mountaine tops with {s}oueraine eie,
[3]     Ki{{s}{s}i}ng with golden face the meddowes greene;
[4]     Guilding pale {{s}t}reames with heauenly alcumy:
[5]     Anon permit the ba{s}e{{s}t} cloudes to ride,
[6]     With ougly rack on his cele{{s}t}iall face,
[7]     And from the for-lorne world his vi{s}age hide
[8]     Stealing vn{s}eene to we{{s}t} with this di{s}grace:
[9]     Euen {s}o my Sunne one early morne did {{s}h}ine,
[10]   With all triumphant {s}plendor on my brow,
[11]   But out alack,he was but one houre mine,
[12]   The region cloude hath mask'd him from me now.
[13]       Yet him for this,my loue no whit di{s}daineth,
[14]       Suns of the world may {{s}t}aine,wh|_e| heauens {s}un {{s}t}ainteh.

[catchword] 34
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[running title] SONNETS.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     {VV}Hy did{{s}t} thou promi{s}e {s}uch a beautious day,
[2]     And make me trauaile forth without my cloake,
[3]     To let bace cloudes ore-take me in my way,
[4]     Hiding thy brau'ry in their rotten {s}moke.
[5]     Tis not enough that through the cloude thou breake,
[6]     To dry the raine on my {{s}t}orme-beaten face,
[7]     For no man well of {s}uch a {s}alue can {s}peake,
[8]     That heales the wound, and cures not the di{s}grace:
[9]     Nor can thy {{s}h}ame giue phi{{s}i}cke to my griefe,
[10]   Though thou repent , yet I haue {{s}t}ill the lo{{s}{s}}e,
[11]   Th'o{ff}enders {s}orrow lends but weake reliefe
[12]   To him that beares the {{s}t}rong o{ff}en{s}es lo{{s}{s}}e.
[13]       Ah but tho{s}e teares are pearle which thy loue {{s}h}eeds,
[14]       And they are ritch,and ran{s}ome all ill deeds.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     NO more bee greeu'd at that which thou ha{{s}t} done,
[2]     Ro{s}es haue thornes,and {{s}i}luer fountaines mud,
[3]     Cloudes and eclip{s}es {{s}t}aine both Moone and Sunne,
[4]     And loath{s}ome canker liues in {s}weete{{s}t} bud.
[5]     All men make faults,and euen I in this,
[6]     Authorizing thy tre{s}pas with compare,
[7]     My {s}elfe corrupting {s}aluing thy ami{{s}{s}}e,
[8]     Excu{{s}i}ng their {{s}i}ns more then their {{s}i}ns are:
[9]     For to thy {s}en{s}uall fault I bring in {s}ence,
[10]   Thy aduer{s}e party is thy Aduocate,
[11]   And gain{{s}t} my {s}elfe a lawfull plea commence,
[12]   Such ciuill war is in my loue and hate,
[13]       That I an acce{{s}{s}}ary needs mu{{s}t} be,
[14]       To that {s}weet theefe which {s}ourely robs from me,

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     LEt me confe{{s}{s}}e that we two mu{{s}t} be twaine,
[2]     Although our vndeuided loues are one:
[3]     So {{s}h}all tho{s}e blots that do with me remaine,
[4]     Without thy helpe , by me be borne alone.
[5]     In our two loues there is but one re{s}pe{ct},

[catchword] Though
[page 20; signature C4v; outer forme 3; compositor A]
[running title] SHAKE-SPEARES

[6]     Though in our liues a {s}eperable {s}pight,
[7]     Which though it alter not loues {s}ole e{ff}e{ct},
[8]     Yet doth it {{s}t}eale {s}weet houres from loues delight,
[9]     I may not euer-more acknowledge thee,
[10]   Lea{{s}t} my bewailed guilt {{s}h}ould do thee {{s}h}ame,
[11]   Nor thou with publike kindne{{s}{s}}e honour me,
[12]   Vnle{{s}{s}}e thou take that honour from thy name:
[13]       But doe not {s}o,I loue thee in {s}uch {s}ort,
[14]       As thou being mine,mine is thy good report.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     AS a decrepit father takes delight,
[2]     To {s}ee his a{ct}iue childe do deeds of youth,
[3]     So I , made lame by Fortunes deare{{s}t} {s}pight
[4]     Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth.
[5]     For whether beauty,birth,or wealth,or wit,
[6]     Or any of the{s}e all,or all,or more
[7]     Intitled in their parts,do crowned {{s}i}t,
[8]     I make my loue ingrafted to this {{s}t}ore:
[9]     So then I am not lame,poore, nor di{s}pi{s}'d,
[10]   Whil{{s}t} that this {{s}h}adow doth {s}uch {s}ub{{s}t}ance giue,
[11]   That I in thy abundance am {s}u{ffi}c'd,
[12]   And by a part of all thy glory liue:
[13]       Looke what is be{{s}t},that be{{s}t} I wi{{s}h} in thee,
[14]       This wi{{s}h} I haue,then ten times happy me.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     HOw can my Mu{s}e want {s}ubie{ct} to inuent
[2]     While thou do{{s}t} breath that poor'{{s}t} into my ver{s}e,
[3]     Thine owne {s}weet argument,to excellent,
[4]     For euery vulgar paper to rehear{s}e:
[5]     Oh giue thy {s}elfe the thankes if ought in me,
[6]     Worthy peru{s}al {{s}t}and again{{s}t} thy {{s}i}ght,
[7]     For who's {s}o dumbe that cannot write to thee,
[8]     When thou thy {s}elfe do{{s}t} giue inuention light?
[9]     Be thou the tenth Mu{s}e,ten times more in worth
[10]   Then tho{s}e old nine which rimers inuocate,
[11]   And he that calls on thee,let him bring forth

[catchword] Eternall
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[running title] SONNETS.

[12]   Eternal numbers to out-liue long date.
[13]       If my {{s}l}ight Mu{s}e doe plea{s}e the{s}e curious daies,
[14]       The paine be mine,but thine {{s}h}al be the prai{s}e.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     OH how thy worth with manners may I {{s}i}nge,
[2]     When thou art all the better part of me?
[3]     What can mine owne prai{s}e to mine owne {s}elfe bring;
[4]     And what is't but mine owne when I prai{s}e thee,
[5]     Euen for this,let vs deuided liue,
[6]     And our deare loue loo{s}e name of {{s}i}ngle one,
[7]     That by this {s}eperation I may giue:
[8]     That due to thee which thou de{s}eru'{{s}t} alone:
[9]     Oh ab{s}ence what a torment would{{s}t} thou proue,
[10]   Were it not thy {s}oure lei{s}ure gaue {s}weet leaue,
[11]   To entertaine the time with thoughts of loue,
[12]   {VV}hich time and thoughts {s}o {s}weetly do{{s}t} deceiue.
[13]       And that thou teache{{s}t} how to make one twaine,
[14]       By prai{{s}i}ng him here who doth hence remaine.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     TAke all my loues,my loue,yea take them all,
[2]     What ha{{s}t} thou then more then thou had{{s}t} before?
[3]     No loue,my loue,that thou mai{{s}t} true loue call,
[4]     All mine was thine,before thou had{{s}t} this more:
[5]     Then if for my loue,thou my loue receiue{{s}t},
[6]     I cannot blame thee,for my loue thou v{s}e{{s}t},
[7]     But yet be blam'd,if thou this {s}elfe deceaue{{s}t}
[8]     B y wilfull ta{{s}t}e of what thy {s}elfe refu{s}e{{s}t}.
[9]     I doe forgiue thy robb'rie gentle theefe
[10]   Although thou {{s}t}eale thee all my pouerty:
[11]   And yet loue knowes it is a greater griefe
[12]   To beare loues wrong,then hates knowne iniury.
[13]       La{s}ciuious grace,in whom all il wel {{s}h}owes,
[14]       Kill me with {s}pights yet we mu{{s}t} not be foes.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     THo{s}e pretty wrongs that liberty commits,
[2]     When I am {s}ome-time ab{s}ent from thy heart,

[signature] D [catchword] Thy
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[running title] SHAKE-SPEARES.

[3]     Thy beautie,and thy yeares full well be{fi}ts,
[4]     For {{s}t}ill temptation followes where thou art.
[5]     Gentle thou art,and therefore to be wonne,
[6]     Beautious thou art,therefore to be a{{s}{s}}ailed.
[7]     And when a woman woes,what womans {s}onne,
[8]     Will {s}ourely leaue her till he haue preuailed.
[9]     Aye me,but yet thou migh{{s}t} my {s}eate forbeare,
[10]   And chide thy beauty,and thy {{s}t}raying youth,
[11]   Who lead thee in their ryot euen there
[12]   Where thou art for{{s}t} to breake a two-fold truth:
[13]       Hers by thy beauty tempting her to thee,
[14]       Thine by thy beautie beeing fal{s}e to me.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     THat thou ha{{s}t} her it is not all my griefe,
[2]     And yet it may be {s}aid I lou'd her deerely,
[3]     That {{s}h}e hath thee is of my wayling cheefe,
[4]     A lo{{s}{s}}e in loue that touches me more neerely.
[5]     Louing o{ff}endors thus I will excu{s}e yee,
[6]     Thou doo{{s}t} loue her,becau{s}e thou know{{s}t} I loue her,
[7]     And for my {s}ake euen {s}o doth {{s}h}e abu{s}e me,
[8]     Su{ff}ring my friend for my {s}ake to approoue her,
[9]     If I loo{s}e thee,my lo{{s}{s}}e is my loues gaine,
[10]   And loo{{s}i}ng her,my friend hath found that lo{{s}{s}}e,
[11]   Both {fi}nde each other,and I loo{s}e both twaine,
[12]   And both for my {s}ake lay on me this cro{{s}{s}}e,
[13]       But here's the ioy,my friend and I are one,
[14]       Sweete {fl}attery,then {{s}h}e loues but me alone.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     WHen mo{{s}t} I winke then doe mine eyes be{{s}t} {s}ee,
[2]     For all the day they view things vnre{s}pe{ct}ed,
[3]     But when I {{s}l}eepe,in dreames they looke on thee,
[4]     And darkely bright,are bright in darke dire{ct}ed.
[5]     Then thou who{s}e {{s}h}addow {{s}h}addowes doth make bright,
[6]     How would thy {{s}h}adowes forme,forme happy {{s}h}ow,
[7]     To the cleere day with thy much cleerer light,
[8]     When to vn-{s}eeing eyes thy {{s}h}ade {{s}h}ines {s}o?

[catchword] How
[page 23; signature D2r; inner forme 4; compositor B]
[running title] SONNETS.

[9]     How would (I {s}ay) mine eyes be ble{{s}{s}}ed made,
[10]   By looking on thee in the liuing day ?
[11]   When in dead night their faire imperfe{ct} {{s}h}ade,
[12]   Through heauy {{s}l}eepe on {{s}i}ghtle{{s}{s}}e eyes doth {{s}t}ay?
[13]       All dayes are nights to {s}ee till I {s}ee thee,
[14]       And nights bright daies when dreams do {{s}h}ew thee me,

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     IF the dull {s}ub{{s}t}ance of my {fl}e{{s}h} were thought,
[2]     Iniurious di{{s}t}ance {{s}h}ould not {{s}t}op my way,
[3]     For then di{s}pight of {s}pace I would be brought,
[4]     From limits farre remote,where thou doo{{s}t} {{s}t}ay,
[5]     No matter then although my foote did {{s}t}and
[6]     Vpon the farthe{{s}t} earth remoou'd from thee,
[7]     For nimble thought can iumpe both {s}ea and land,
[8]     As {s}oone as thinke the place where he would be.
[9]     But ah,thought kills me that I am not thought
[10]   To leape large lengths of miles when thou art gone,
[11]   But that {s}o much of earth and water wrought,
[12]   I mu{{s}t} attend,times lea{s}ure with my mone.
[13]       Receiuing naughts by elements {s}o {{s}l}oe,
[14]       But heauie teares,badges of eithers woe.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     THe other two,{{s}l}ight ayre,and purging {fi}re,
[2]     Are both with thee,where euer I abide,
[3]     The {fi}r{{s}t} my thought,the other my de{{s}i}re,
[4]     The{s}e pre{s}ent ab{s}ent with {s}wift motion {{s}l}ide.
[5]     For when the{s}e quicker Elements are gone
[6]     In tender Emba{{s}{s}i}e of loue to thee,
[7]     My life being made of foure,with two alone,
[8]     Sinkes downe to death,oppre{{s}t} with melancholie.
[9]     Vntill liues compo{{s}i}tion be recured,
[10]   By tho{s}e {s}wift me{{s}{s}}engers return'd from thee,
[11]   Who euen but now come back againe a{{s}{s}}ured,
[12]   Of their faire health,recounting it to me.
[13]       This told,I ioy,but then no longer glad,
[14]       I {s}end them back againe and {{s}t}raight grow {s}ad.

[signature] D 2 [catchword] Mine
[page 24; signature D2v; outer forme 4; compositor A and/or B]
[running title] SHAKE-SPEARES.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefff]

[1]     MIne eye and heart are at a mortall warre,
[2]     How to deuide the conque{{s}t} of thy {{s}i}ght,
[3]     Mine eye,my heart their pi{ct}ures {{s}i}ght would barre,
[4]     My heart,mine eye the freeedome of that right,
[5]     My heart doth plead that thou in him doo{{s}t} lye,
[6]     (A clo{s}et neuer pear{{s}t} with chri{{s}t}all eyes)
[7]     But the defendant doth that plea deny,
[8]     And {s}ayes in him their faire appearance lyes.
[9]     To {{s}i}de this title is impannelled
[10]   A que{{s}t} of thoughts,all tennants to the heart,
[11]   And by their verdi{ct} is determined
[12]   The cleere eyes moyitie,and the deare hearts part.
[13]       As thus,mine eyes due is their outward part,
[14]       And my hearts right,their inward loue of heart.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     BEtwixt mine eye and heart a league is tooke,
[2]     And each doth good turnes now vnto the other,
[3]     When that mine eye is fami{{s}h}t for a looke,
[4]     Or heart in loue with {{s}i}ghes him{s}elfe doth {s}mother;
[5]     With my loues pi{ct}ure then my eye doth fea{{s}t},
[6]     And to the painted banquet bids my heart:
[7]     An other time mine eye is my hearts gue{{s}t},
[8]     And in his thoughts of loue doth {{s}h}are a part.
[9]     So either by thy pi{ct}ure or my loue,
[10]   Thy {s}eife away,are pre{s}ent {{s}t}ill with me,
[11]   For thou nor farther then my thoughts can{{s}t} moue,
[12]   And I am {{s}t}ill with them,and they with thee.
[13]       Or if they {{s}l}eepe, thy pi{ct}ure in my {{s}i}ght
[14]       Awakes my heart,to hearts and eyes delight.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     HOw carefull was I when I tooke my way,
[2]     Each tri{fl}e vnder true{{s}t} barres to thru{{s}t},
[3]     That to my v{s}e it might vn-v{s}ed {{s}t}ay
[4]     From hands of fal{s}ehood,in {s}ure wards of tru{{s}t} ?
[5]     But thou,to whom my iewels tri{fl}es are,

[catchword] Mo{{s}t}
[page 25; signature D3r; outer forme 4; compositor A and/or B]
[running title] SONNETS.

[6]     Mo{{s}t} worthy comfort,now my greate{{s}t} griefe,
[7]     Thou be{{s}t} of deere{{s}t},and mine onely care,
[8]     Art left the prey of euery vulgar theefe.
[9]     Thee haue I not lockt vp in any che{{s}t},
[10]   Saue where thou art not,though I feele thou art,
[11]   Within the gentle clo{s}ure of my bre{{s}t},
[12]   From whence at plea{s}ure thou mai{{s}t} come and part,
[13]       And euen thence thou wilt be {{s}t}olne I feare,
[14]       For truth prooues theeui{{s}h} for a prize {s}o deare.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     AGain{{s}t} that time ( if euer that time come)
[2]     When I {{s}h}all {s}ee thee frowne on my defe{ct}s,
[3]     When as thy loue hath ca{{s}t} his vtmo{{s}t} {s}umme,
[4]     Cauld to that audite by adui{s}'d re{s}pe{ct}s,
[5]     Again{{s}t} that time when thou {{s}h}alt {{s}t}rangely pa{{s}{s}}e,
[6]     And {s}carcely greete me with that {s}unne thine eye,
[7]     When loue conuerted from the thing it was
[8]     Shall rea{s}ons {fi}nde of {s}etled grauitie.
[9]     Again{{s}t} that time do I in{s}conce me here
[10]   Within the knowledge of mine owne de{s}art,
[11]   And this my hand,again{{s}t} my {s}elfe vpreare,
[12]   To guard the lawfull rea{s}ons on thy part,
[13]       To leaue poore me,thou ha{{s}t} the {{s}t}rength of lawes,
[14]       Since why to loue,I can alledge no cau{s}e.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     HOw heauie doe I iourney on the way,
[2]     When what I {s}eeke (my wearie trauels end)
[3]     Doth teach that ea{s}e and that repo{s}e to {s}ay
[4]     Thus farre the miles are mea{s}urde from thy friend.
[5]     The bea{{s}t} that beares me,tired with my woe,
[6]     Plods duly on,to beare that waight in me,
[7]     As if by {s}ome in{{s}t}in{ct} the wretch did know
[8]     His rider lou'd not {s}peed being made from thee:
[9]     The bloody {s}purre cannot prouoke him on,
[10]   That {s}ome-times anger thru{{s}t}s into his hide,
[11]   Which heauily he an{s}wers with a grone,

[signature] D 3 [catchword] More
[page 26; signature D3v; inner forme 4; compositor B]
[running title] SHAKE-SPEARES.

[12]   More {{s}h}arpe to me then {s}purring to his {{s}i}de,
[13]       For that {s}ame grone doth put this in my mind,
[14]       My greefe lies onward and my ioy behind.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     THus can my loue excu{s}e the {{s}l}ow o{ff}ence,
[2]     Of my dull bearer,when from thee I {s}peed,
[3]     From where thou art,why {{s}h}oulld I ha{{s}t} me thence,
[4]     Till I returne of po{{s}t}ing is noe need.
[5]     O what excu{s}e will my poore bea{{s}t} then {fi}nd,
[6]     When {s}wift extremity can {s}eeme but {{s}l}ow,
[7]     Then {{s}h}ould I {s}purre though mounted on the wind,
[8]     In winged {s}peed no motion {{s}h}all I know,
[9]     Then can no hor{s}e with my de{{s}i}re keepe pace,
[10]   Therefore de{{s}i}re (of perfe{ct}s loue being made)
[11]   Shall naigh noe dull {fl}e{{s}h} in his {fi}ery race,
[12]   But loue,for loue,thus {{s}h}all excu{s}e my iade,
[13]       Since from thee going,he went wilfull {{s}l}ow,
[14]       Towards thee ile run,and giue him leaue to goe.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     SO am I as the rich who{s}e ble{{s}{s}}ed key,
[2]     Can bring him to his {s}weet vp-locked trea{s}ure,
[3]     The which he will not eu'ry hower {s}uruay,
[4]     For blunting the {fi}ne point of {s}eldome plea{s}ure.
[5]     Therefore are fea{{s}t}s {s}o {s}ollemne and {s}o rare,
[6]     Since {{s}i}ldom comming in the long yeare {s}et,
[7]     Like {{s}t}ones of worth they thinly placed are,
[8]     Or captaine Iewells in the carconet.
[9]     So is the time that keepes you as my che{{s}t},
[10]   Or as the ward-robe which the robe doth hide,
[11]   To make {s}ome {s}peciall in{{s}t}ant {s}peciall ble{{s}t},
[12]   By new vnfoulding his impri{s}on'd pride.
[13]       Ble{{s}{s}}ed are you who{s}e worthine{{s}{s}}e giues skope,
[14]       Being had to tryumph,being lackt to hope.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     {VV}Hat is your {s}ub{{s}t}ance,whereof are you made,
[2]     That millions of {{s}t}range {{s}h}addowes on you tend?

[catchword] Since
[page 27; signature D4r; inner forme 4; compositor A]
[running title] SONNETS.

[3]     Since euery one,hath euery one,one {{s}h}ade,
[4]     And you but one,can euery {{s}h}addow lend:
[5]     De{s}cribe Adonis and the counterfet,
[6]     Is poorely immitated after you,
[7]     On Hellens cheeke all art of beautie {s}et,
[8]     And you in Grecian tires are painted new:
[9]     Speake of the {s}pring,and foyzon of the yeare,
[10]   The one doth {{s}h}addow of your beautie {{s}h}ow,
[11]   The other as your bountie doth appeare,
[12]   And you in euery ble{{s}{s}}ed {{s}h}ape we know.
[13]       In all externall grace you haue {s}ome part,
[14]       But you like none,none you for con{{s}t}ant heart.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     OH how much more doth beautie beautious {s}eeme,
[2]     By that {s}weet ornament which truth doth giue,
[3]     The Ro{s}e lookes faire, but fairer we it deeme
[4]     For that {s}weet odor,which doth in it liue:
[5]     The Canker bloomes haue full as deepe a die,
[6]     As the perfumed tin{ct}ure of the Ro{s}es,
[7]     Hang on {s}uch thornes,and play as wantonly,
[8]     When {s}ommers breath their masked buds di{s}clo{s}es:
[9]     But for their virtue only is their {{s}h}ow,
[10]   They liue vnwoo'd, and vnre{s}pe{ct}ed fade,
[11]   Die to them{s}elues . Sweet Ro{s}es doe not {s}o,
[12]   Of their {s}weet deathes, are {s}weete{{s}t} odors made:
[13]       And {s}o of you,beautious and louely youth,
[14]       When that {{s}h}all vade,by ver{s}e di{{s}t}ils your truth.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     NOt marble, nor the guilded monument,
[2]     Of Princes {{s}h}all out-liue this powrefull rime,
[3]     But you {{s}h}all {{s}h}ine more bright in the{s}e contents
[4]     Then vn{s}wept {{s}t}one, be{s}meer'd with {{s}l}utti{{s}h} time.
[5]     When wa{{s}t}efull warre {{s}h}all Statues ouer-turne,
[6]     And broiles roote out the worke of ma{s}onry,
[7]     Nor Mars is {s}word, nor warres quick {fi}re {{s}h}all burne:
[8]     The liuing record of your memory.

[catchword] Gain{{s}t}
[page 28; signature D4v; outer forme 4; compositor unknown]
[running title] SHAKE-SPEARES.

[9]     Gain{{s}t} death,and all obliuious emnity
[10]   Shall you pace forth, your prai{s}e {{s}h}all {{s}t}il {fi}nde roome,
[11]   Euen in the eyes of all po{{s}t}erity
[12]   That weare this world out to the ending doome.
[13]       So til the iudgement that your {s}elfe ari{s}e,
[14]       You liue in this,and dwell in louers eies.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     Sweet loue renew thy force , be it not {s}aid
[2]     Thy edge {{s}h}ould blunter be then apetite,
[3]     Which but too daie by feeding is alaied,
[4]     To morrow {{s}h}arpned in his former might.
[5]     So loue be thou,although too daie thou {fi}ll
[6]     Thy hungrie eies,euen till they winck with fulne{{s}{s}}e,
[7]     Too morrow {s}ee againe,and doe not kill
[8]     The {s}pirit of Loue,with a perpetual dulne{{s}{s}}e:
[9]     Let this {s}ad Intrim like the Ocean be
[10]   Which parts the {{s}h}ore,where two contra{ct}ed new,
[11]   Come daily to the banckes,that when they {s}ee:
[12]   Returne of loue,more ble{{s}t} may be the view.
[13]       As cal it Winter,which being ful of care,
[14]       Makes S|_o|mers welcome,thrice more wi{{s}h}'d,more rare:

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     BEing your {{s}l}aue what {{s}h}ould I doe but tend,
[2]     Vpon the houres,and times of your de{{s}i}re?
[3]     I haue no precious time at al to {s}pend;
[4]     Nor {s}eruices to doe til you require.
[5]     Nor dare I chide the world without end houre,
[6]     Whil{{s}t} I(my {s}oueraine)watch the clock for you,
[7]     Nor thinke the bitterne{{s}{s}}e of ab{s}ence {s}owre,
[8]     {VV}hen you haue bid your {s}eruant once adieue.
[9]     Nor dare I que{{s}t}ion with my iealious thought,
[10]   {VV}here you may be,or your a{ff}aires {s}uppo{s}e,
[11]   But like a {s}ad {{s}l}aue {{s}t}ay and thinke of nought
[12]   Saue where you are , how happy you make tho{s}e.
[13]       So true a foole is loue,that in your Will,
[14]       (Though you doe any thing)he thinkes no ill.

[catchword] 58
[page 29; signature E1r; gathering 5; outer forme 5; compositor A]
[running title] SONNETS.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     THat God forbid , that made me {fi}r{{s}t} your {{s}l}aue,
[2]     I {{s}h}ould in thought controule your times of plea{s}ure,
[3]     Or at your hand th' account of houres to craue,
[4]     Being your va{{s}{s}}ail bound to {{s}t}aie your lei{s}ure.
[5]     Oh let me {s}u{ff}er(being at your beck)
[6]     Th' impri{s}on'd ab{s}ence of your libertie,
[7]     And patience tame,to {s}u{ff}erance bide each check,
[8]     Without accu{{s}i}ng you of iniury.
[9]     Be where you li{{s}t},your charter is {s}o {{s}t}rong,
[10]   That you your {s}elfe may priuiledge your time
[11]   To what you will,to you it doth belong,
[12]   Your {s}elfe to pardon of {s}elfe-doing crime.
[13]       I am to waite,though waiting {s}o be hell,
[14]       Not blame your plea{s}ure be it ill or well.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     IF their bee nothing new,but that which is,
[2]     Hath beene before , how are our braines beguild,
[3]     Which laboring for inuention beare ami{{s}{s}}e
[4]     The {s}econd burthen of a former child ?
[5]     Oh that record could with a back-ward looke,
[6]     Euen of {fi}ue hundreth cour{s}es of the Sunne,
[7]     Show me your image in {s}ome antique booke,
[8]     Since minde at {fi}r{{s}t} in carre{ct}er was done.
[9]     That I might {s}ee what the old world could {s}ay,
[10]   To this compo{s}ed wonder of your frame,
[11]   Whether we are mended,or where better they,
[12]   Or whether reuolution be the {s}ame.
[13]       Oh {s}ure I am the wits of former daies,
[14]       To {s}ubie{ct}s wor{s}e haue giuen admiring prai{s}e.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     LIke as the waues make towards the pibled {{s}h}ore,
[2]     So do our minuites ha{{s}t}en to their end,
[3]     Each changing place with that which goes before,
[4]     In {s}equent toile all forwards do contend.
[5]     Natiuity once in the maine of light.

[signature] E [catchword] Crawls
[page 30; signature E1v; inner forme 5; compositor A and/or B]
[running title] SHAKE-SPEARES

[6]     Crawles to maturity,wherewith being crown'd,
[7]     Crooked eclip{s}es gain{{s}t} his glory {fi}ght,
[8]     And time that gaue,doth now his gift confound.
[9]     Time doth tran{s}{fi}xe the {fl}ori{{s}h} {s}et on youth,
[10]   And delues the paralels in beauties brow,
[11]   Feedes on the rarities of natures truth,
[12]   And nothing {{s}t}ands but for his {{s}i}eth to mow.
[13]       And yet to times in hope,my ver{s}e {{s}h}all {{s}t}and
[14]       Prai{{s}i}ng thy worth,di{s}pight his cruell hand.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     IS it thy wil,thy Image {{s}h}ould keepe open
[2]     My heauy eielids to the weary night?
[3]     Do{{s}t} thou de{{s}i}re my {{s}l}umbers {{s}h}ould be broken,
[4]     While {{s}h}adowes like to thee do mocke my {{s}i}ght?
[5]     Is it thy {s}pirit that thou {s}end'{{s}t} from thee
[6]     So farre from home into my deeds to prye,
[7]     To {fi}nd out {{s}h}ames and idle houres in me,
[8]     The skope and tenure of thy Ielou{{s}i}e?
[9]     O no,thy loue though much,is not {s}o great,
[10]   It is my loue that keepes mine eie awake,
[11]   Mine owne true loue that doth my re{{s}t} defeat,
[12]   To plaie the watch-man euer for thy {s}ake.
[13]       For thee watch I,whil{{s}t} thou do{{s}t} wake el{s}ewhere,
[14]       From me farre of , with others all to neere.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     SInne of {s}elfe-loue po{{s}{s}}e{{s}{s}}eth al mine eie,
[2]     And all my {s}oule,and al my euery part;
[3]     And for this {{s}i}nne there is no remedie,
[4]     It is {s}o grounded inward in my heart.
[5]     Me thinkes no face {s}o gratious is as mine,
[6]     No {{s}h}ape {s}o true,no truth of {s}uch account,
[7]     And for my {s}elfe mine owne worth do de{fi}ne,
[8]     As I all other in all worths {s}urmount.
[9]     But when my gla{{s}{s}}e {{s}h}ewes me my {s}elfe indeed
[10]   Beated and chopt with tand antiquitie,
[11]   Mine owne {s}elfe loue quite contrary I read

[catchword] Selfe
[page 31; signature E2r; inner forme 5; compositor B]
[running title] SONNETS.

[12]   Selfe,{s}o {s}elfe louing were iniquity,
[13]       T'is thee(my {s}elfe)that for my {s}elfe I prai{s}e,
[14]       Painting my age with beauty of thy daies,

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     AGain{{s}t} my loue {{s}h}all be as I am now
[2]     With times iniurious hand chru{{s}h}t and ore-worne,
[3]     When houres haue dreind his blood and {fi}ld his brow
[4]     With lines and wrincles,when his youthfull morne
[5]     Hath trauaild on to Ages {{s}t}eepie night,
[6]     And all tho{s}e beauties whereof now he's King
[7]     Are vani{{s}h}ing,or vani{{s}h}t out of {{s}i}ght,
[8]     Stealing away the trea{s}ure of his Spring.
[9]     For {s}uch a time do I now forti{fi}e
[10]   Again{{s}t} confounding Ages cruell knife,
[11]   That he {{s}h}all neuer cut from memory
[12]   My {s}weet loues beauty,though my louers life.
[13]       His beautie {{s}h}all in the{s}e blacke lines be {s}eene,
[14]       And they {{s}h}all liue , and he in them {{s}t}ill greene.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     {VV}Hen I haue {s}eene by times fell hand defaced
[2]     The rich proud co{{s}t} of outworne buried age,
[3]     When {s}ometime loftie towers I {s}ee downe ra{s}ed,
[4]     And bra{{s}{s}}e eternall {{s}l}aue to mortall rage.
[5]     When I haue {s}eene the hungry Ocean gaine
[6]     Aduantage on the Kingdome of the {{s}h}oare,
[7]     And the {fi}rme {s}oile win of the watry maine,
[8]     Increa{{s}i}ng {{s}t}ore with lo{{s}{s}}e,and lo{{s}{s}}e with {{s}t}ore.
[9]     When I haue {s}eene {s}uch interchange of {{s}t}ate,
[10]   Or {{s}t}ate it {s}elfe confounded, to decay,
[11]   Ruine hath taught me thus to ruminate
[12]   That Time will come and take my loue away.
[13]       This thought is as a death which cannot choo{s}e
[14]       But weepe to haue,that which it feares to loo{s}e.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     SInce bra{{s}{s}}e,nor {{s}t}one,nor earth,nor boundle{{s}{s}}e {s}ea,
[2]     But {s}ad mortallity ore-{s}waies their power,

[signature] E 2 [catchword] How
[page 32; signature E2v; outer forme 5; compositor B]
[running title] SHAKE-SPEARES

[3]     How with this rage {{s}h}all beautie hold a plea,
[4]     Who{s}e a{ct}ion is no {{s}t}ronger then a {fl}ower?
[5]     O how {{s}h}all {s}ummers hunny breath hold out,
[6]     Again{{s}t} the wrackfull {{s}i}edge of battring dayes,
[7]     When rocks impregnable are not {s}o {{s}t}oute ,
[8]     Nor gates of {{s}t}eele {s}o {{s}t}rong but time decayes?
[9]     O fearefull meditation, where alack,
[10]   Shall times be{{s}t} Iewell from times che{{s}t} lie hid?
[11]   Or what {{s}t}rong hand can hold his {s}wift foote back,
[12]   Or who his {s}poile or beautie can forbid?
[13]       O none,vnle{{s}{s}}e this miracle haue might,
[14]       That in black inck my loue may {{s}t}ill {{s}h}ine bright.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     TYr'd with all the{s}e for re{{s}t}full death I cry,
[2]     As to behold de{s}ert a begger borne,
[3]     And needie Nothing trimd in iollitie,
[4]     And pure{{s}t} faith vnhappily for{s}worne,
[5]     And gilded honor {{s}h}amefully mi{s}pla{{s}t},
[6]     And maiden vertue rudely {{s}t}rumpeted,
[7]     And right perfe{ct}ion wrongfully di{s}grac'd,
[8]     And {{s}t}rength by limping {s}way di{s}abled ,
[9]     And arte made tung-tide by authoritie,
[10]   And Folly (Do{ct}or-like) controuling skill,
[11]   And {{s}i}mple-Truth mi{s}calde Simplicitie,
[12]   And captiue-good attending Captaine ill.
[13]       Tyr'd with all the{s}e,from the{s}e would I be gone,
[14]       Saue that to dye,I leaue my loue alone.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     AH wherefore with infe{ct}ion {{s}h}ould he liue,
[2]     And with his pre{s}ence grace impietie,
[3]     That {{s}i}nne by him aduantage {{s}h}ould atchiue,
[4]     And lace it {s}elfe with his {s}ocietie ?
[5]     Why {{s}h}ould fal{s}e painting immitate his cheeke,
[6]     And {{s}t}eale dead {s}eeing of his liuing hew?
[7]     Why {{s}h}ould poore beautie indire{ct}ly {s}eeke,
[8]     Ro{s}es of {{s}h}addow,{{s}i}nce his Ro{s}e is true?

[catchword] Why
[page 33; signature E3r; outer forme 5; compositor B]
[running title] SONNETS.

[9]     Why {{s}h}ould he liue,now nature banckrout is,
[10]   Beggerd of blood to blu{{s}h} through liuely vaines,
[11]   For {{s}h}e hath no exchecker now but his,
[12]   And proud of many,liues vpon his gaines?
[13]       O him {{s}h}e {{s}t}ores,to {{s}h}ow what welth {{s}h}e had,
[14]       In daies long {{s}i}nce,before the{s}e la{{s}t} {s}o bad.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     THus is his cheeke the map of daies out-worne,
[2]     When beauty liu'd and dy'ed as {fl}owers do now,
[3]     Before the{s}e ba{{s}t}ard {{s}i}gnes of faire were borne,
[4]     Or dur{{s}t} inhabit on a liuing brow:
[5]     Before the goulden tre{{s}{s}}es of the dead,
[6]     The right of {s}epulchers,were {{s}h}orne away,
[7]     To liue a {s}cond life on {s}econd head,
[8]     Ere beauties dead {fl}eece made another gay:
[9]     In him tho{s}e holy antique howers are {s}eene,
[10]   Without all ornament,it {s}elfe and true,
[11]   Making no {s}ummer of an others greene,
[12]   Robbing no ould to dre{{s}{s}}e his beauty new,
[13]       And him as for a map doth Nature {{s}t}ore,
[14]       To {{s}h}ew faul{s}e Art what beauty was of yore.

[rhyme: abbbcdcdefefgg]

[1]     THo{s}e parts of thee that the worlds eye doth view,
[2]     Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend:
[3]     All toungs(the voice of {s}oules)giue thee that end,
[4]     Vttring bare truth,euen {s}o as foes Commend.
[5]     Their outward thus with outward prai{s}e is crownd,
[6]     But tho{s}e {s}ame toungs that giue thee {s}o thine owne,
[7]     In other accents doe this prai{s}e confound
[8]     By {s}eeing farther then the eye hath {{s}h}owne.
[9]     They looke into the beauty of thy mind,
[10]   And that in gue{{s}{s}}e they mea{s}ure by thy deeds,
[11]   Then churls their thoughts(although their eies were kind)
[12]   To thy faire {fl}ower ad the rancke {s}mell of weeds,
[13]       But why thy odor matcheth not thy {{s}h}ow,
[14]       The {s}olye is this,that thou doe{{s}t} common grow.

[signature] E 3 [catchword] That
[page 34; signature E3v; inner forme 5; compositor B]
[running title] SHAKE-SPEARES

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     THat thou are blam'd {{s}h}all not be thy defe{ct},
[2]     For {{s}l}anders marke was euer yet the faire,
[3]     The ornament of beauty is {s}u{s}pe{ct},
[4]     A Crow that {fl}ies in heauens {s}weete{{s}t} ayre.
[5]     So thou be good,{{s}l}ander doth but approue,
[6]     Their worth the greater beeing woo'd of time,
[7]     For Canker vice the {s}weete{{s}t} buds doth loue,
[8]     And thou pre{s}ent'{{s}t} a pure vn{{s}t}ayined prime.
[9]     Thou ha{{s}t} pa{{s}t} by the ambu{{s}h} of young daies,
[10]   Either not a{{s}{s}}ayld,or vi{ct}or beeing charg'd,
[11]   Yet this thy prai{s}e cannot be {s}oe thy prai{s}e,
[12]   To tye vp enuy,euermore inlarged,
[13]       If {s}ome {s}u{s}pe{ct} of ill maskt not thy {{s}h}ow,
[14]       Then thou alone kingdomes of hearts {{s}h}ould{{s}t} owe.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     NOe Longer mourne for me when I am dead,
[2]     Then you {{s}h}all heare the {s}urly {s}ullen bell
[3]     Giue warning to the world that I am {fl}ed
[4]     From this vile world with vilde{{s}t} wormes to dwell:
[5]     Nay if you read this line,remember not,
[6]     The hand that writ it,for I loue you {s}o,
[7]     That I in your {s}weet thoughts would be forgot,
[8]     If thinking on me then {{s}h}ould make you woe.
[9]     O if (I {s}ay) you looke vpon this ver{s}e,
[10]   When I (perhaps) compounded am with clay,
[11]   Do not {s}o much as my poore name reher{s}e;
[12]   But let your loue euen with my life decay.
[13]       Lea{{s}t} the wi{s}e world {{s}h}ould looke into your mone,
[14]       And mocke you with me after I am gon.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     O Lea{{s}t} the world {{s}h}ould taske you to recite,
[2]     What merit liu'd in me that you {{s}h}ould loue
[3]     After my death (deare loue) for get me quite,
[4]     For you in me can nothing worthy proue.
[5]     Vnle{{s}{s}}e you would deui{s}e {s}ome vertuous lye,

[catchword] To
[page 35; signature E4r; inner forme 5; compositor B-like]
[running title] SONNETS.

[6]     To doe more for me then mine owne de{s}ert,
[7]     And hang more prai{s}e vpon decea{s}ed I,
[8]     Then nigard truth would willingly impart:
[9]     O lea{{s}t} your true loue may {s}eeme falce in this,
[10]   That you for loue {s}peake well of me vntrue,
[11]   My name be buried where my body is,
[12]   And liue no more to {{s}h}ame nor me,nor you.
[13]       For I am {{s}h}amd by that which I bring forth,
[14]       And {s}o {{s}h}ould you,to loue things nothing worth.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     THat time of yeeare thou mai{{s}t} in me behold,
[2]     When yellow leaues,or none,or few doe hange
[3]     Vpon tho{s}e boughes which {{s}h}ake again{{s}t} the could,
[4]     Bare rn'wd quiers,where late the {s}weet birds {s}ang.
[5]     In me thou {s}ee{{s}t} the twi-light of {s}uch day,
[6]     As after Sun-{s}et fadeth in the We{{s}t},
[7]     Which by and by blacke night doth take away,
[8]     Deaths {s}econd {s}elfe that {s}eals vp all in re{{s}t}.
[9]     In me thou {s}ee{{s}t} the glowing of {s}uch {fi}re,
[10]   That on the a{{s}h}es of his youth doth lye,
[11]   As the death bed,whereon it mu{{s}t} expire,
[12]   Con{s}um'd with that which it was nurri{{s}h}t by.
[13]       This thou perceu'{{s}t},which makes thy loue more {{s}t}rong,
[14]       To loue that well,which thou mu{{s}t} leaue ere long.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     BVt be contented when that fell are{{s}t},
[2]     With out all bayle {{s}h}all carry me away,
[3]     My life hath in this line {s}ome intere{{s}t},
[4]     Which for memoriall {{s}t}ill with thee {{s}h}all {{s}t}ay.
[5]     When thou reuewe{{s}t} this,thou doe{{s}t} reuew,
[6]     The very part was con{s}ecrate to thee,
[7]     The earth can haue but earth,which is his due,
[8]     My {s}pirit is thine the better part of me,
[9]     So then thou ha{{s}t} but lo{{s}t} the dregs of life,
[10]   The pray of wormes,my body being dead,
[11]   The coward conque{{s}t} of a wretches knife,

[catchword] To
[page 36; signature E4v; outer forme 5; compositor A and/or B]
[running title] SHAKE-SPEARES

[12]   To ba{s}e of thee to be remembred,
[13]       The worth of that,is that which it containes,
[14]       And that is this, and this with thee remaines.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     SO are you to my thoughts as food to life,
[2]     Or as {s}weet {s}ea{s}on'd {{s}h}ewers are to the ground;
[3]     And for the peace of you I hold {s}uch {{s}t}rife,
[4]     As twixt a mi{s}er and his wealth is found.
[5]     Now proud as an inioyer,and anon
[6]     Doubting the {fi}lching age will {{s}t}eale his trea{s}ure,
[7]     Now counting be{{s}t} to be with you alone,
[8]     Then betterd that the world may {s}ee my plea{s}ure,
[9]     Some-time all ful with fea{{s}t}ing on your {{s}i}ght,
[10]   And by and by cleane {{s}t}arued for a looke,
[11]   Po{{s}{s}}e{{s}{s}i}ng or pur{s}uing no delight
[12]   Saue what is had,or mu{{s}t} from you be tooke.
[13]       Thus do I pine and {s}urfet day by day,
[14]       Or gluttoning on all,or all away,

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     {VV}Hy is my ver{s}e {s}o barren of new pride?
[2]     So far from variation or quicke change?
[3]     Why with the time do I not glance a{{s}i}de
[4]     To new found methods,and to compounds {{s}t}range
[5]     Why write I {{s}t}ill all one,euer the {s}ame,
[6]     And keepe inuention in a noted weed,
[7]     That euery word doth almo{{s}t} fel my name,
[8]     Shewing their birth,and where they did proceed
[9]     O know {s}weet loue I alwaies write of you,
[10]   And you and loue are {{s}t}ill my argument:
[11]   So all my be{{s}t} is dre{{s}{s}i}ng old words new,
[12]   Spending againe what is already {s}pent:
[13]       For as the Sun is daily new and old,
[14]       So is my loue {{s}t}ill telling what is told,

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     THy gla{{s}{s}}e will {{s}h}ew thee how thy beauties were,
[2]     Thy dyall how thy pretious mynuits wa{{s}t}e,

[catchword] The
[page 37; signature F1r; gathering 6; outer forme 6; compositor B]
[running title] SONNETS.

[3]     The vacant leaues thy mindes imprint will beare,
[4]     And of this booke,this learning mai{{s}t} thou ta{{s}t}e.
[5]     The wrinckles which thy gla{{s}{s}}e will truly {{s}h}ow,
[6]     Of mouthed graues will giue thee memorie,
[7]     Thou by thy dyals {{s}h}ady {{s}t}ealth mai{{s}t} know,
[8]     Times theeui{{s}h} progre{{s}{s}}e to eternitie.
[9]     Looke what thy memorie cannot containe,
[10]   Commit to the{s}e wa{{s}t}e blacks,and thou {{s}h}alt {fi}nde
[11]   Tho{s}e children nur{{s}t},deliuerd from thy braine,
[12]   To take a new acquaintance of thy minde.
[13]       The{s}e o{ffi}ces,{s}o oft as thou wilt looke,
[14]       Shall pro{fi}t thee,and much inrich thy booke.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     SO oft haue I inuok'd thee for my Mu{s}e,
[2]     And found {s}uch faire a{{s}{s}i}{{s}t}ance in my ver{s}e,
[3]     As euery Alien pen hath got my v{s}e,
[4]     And vnder thee their poe{{s}i}e di{s}per{s}e.
[5]     Thine eyes,that taught the dumbe on high to {{s}i}ng,
[6]     And heauie ignorance aloft to {fl}ie,
[7]     Haue added fethers to the learneds wing,
[8]     And giuen grace a double Maie{{s}t}ie.
[9]     Yet be mo{{s}t} proud of that which I compile,
[10]   Who{s}e in{fl}uence is thine,and borne of thee,
[11]   In others workes thou doo{{s}t} but mend the {{s}t}ile,
[12]   And Arts with thy {s}weete graces graced be.
[13]       But thou art all my art,and doo{{s}t} aduance
[14]       As high as learning,my rude ignorance.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     WHil{{s}t} I alone did call vpon thy ayde,
[2]     My ver{s}e alone had all thy gentle grace,
[3]     But now my gracious numbers are decayde,
[4]     And my {{s}i}ck Mu{s}e doth giue an other place.
[5]     I grant ( {s}weet loue) thy louely argument
[6]     De{s}erues the trauaile of a worthier pen,
[7]     Yet what of thee thy Poet doth inuent,
[8]     He robs thee of,and payes it thee againe,

[signature] F [catchword] He
[page 38; signature F1v; inner forme 6; compositor B]
[running title] SHAKE-SPEARES

[9]     He lends thee vertue,and he {{s}t}ole that word,
[10]   From thy behauiour,beautie doth he giue
[11]   And found it in thy cheeke: he can a{ff}oord
[12]   No prai{s}e to thee,but what in thee doth liue.
[13]       Then thanke him not for that which he doth {s}ay,
[14]       Since what he owes thee,thou thy {s}elfe doo{{s}t} pay,

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     O How I faint when I of you do write,
[2]     Knowing a better {s}pirit doth v{s}e your name,
[3]     And in the prai{s}e thereof {s}pends all his might,
[4]     To make me toung-tide {s}peaking of your fame.
[5]     But {{s}i}nce your worth (wide as the Ocean is)
[6]     The humble as the proude{{s}t} {s}aile doth beare,
[7]     My {s}aw{{s}i}e barke (inferior farre to his)
[8]     On your broad maine doth wilfully appeare.
[9]     Your {{s}h}allowe{{s}t} helpe will hold me vp a {fl}oate,
[10]   Whil{{s}t} he vpon your {s}oundle{{s}{s}}e deepe doth ride,
[11]   Or ( being wrackt) I am a worthle{{s}{s}}e bote,
[12]   He of tall building,and of goodly pride.
[13]       Then If he thriue and I be ca{{s}t} away,
[14]       The wor{{s}t} was this,my loue was my decay.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     OR I {{s}h}all liue your Epitaph to make,
[2]     Or you {s}uruiue when I in earth am rotten,
[3]     From hence your memory death cannot take,
[4]     Although in me each part will be forgotten.
[5]     Your name from hence immortall life {{s}h}all haue,
[6]     Though I (once gone) to all the world mu{{s}t} dye,
[7]     The earth can yeeld me but a common graue,
[8]     When you intombed in mens eyes {{s}h}all lye,
[9]     Your monument {{s}h}all be my gentle ver{s}e,
[10]   Which eyes not yet created {{s}h}all ore-read,
[11]   And toungs to be,your beeing {{s}h}all rehear{s}e,
[12]   When all the breathers of this world are dead,
[13]       You {{s}t}ill {{s}h}all liue ({s}uch vertue hath my Pen)
[14]       Where breath mo{{s}t} breaths,euen in the mouths of men.

[catchword] I grant
[page 39; signature F2r; inner forme 6; compositor B]
[running title] SONNETS.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     I Grant thou wert not married to my Mu{s}e,
[2]     And therefore maie{{s}t} without attaint ore-looke
[3]     The dedicated words which writers v{s}e
[4]     Of their faire {s}ubie{ct},ble{{s}{s}i}ng euery booke.
[5]     Thou art as faire in knowledge as in hew,
[6]     Finding thy worth a limmit pa{{s}t} my prai{s}e,
[7]     And therefore art inforc'd to {s}eeke anew,
[8]     Some fre{{s}h}er {{s}t}ampe of the time bettering dayes.
[9]     And do {s}o loue,yet when they haue deui{s}de,
[10]   What {{s}t}rained touches Rhethorick can lend,
[11]   Thou truly faire,wert truly {{s}i}mpathizde,
[12]   In true plaine words,by thy true telling friend.
[13]       And their gro{{s}{s}}e painting might be better v{s}'d,
[14]       Where cheekes need blood,in thee it is abu{s}'d.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     I Neuer {s}aw that you did painting need,
[2]     And therefore to your faire no painting {s}et,
[3]     I found( or thought I found) you did exceed,
[4]     The barren tender of a Poets debt:
[5]     And therefore haue I {{s}l}ept in your report,
[6]     That you your {s}elfe being extant well might {{s}h}ow,
[7]     How farre a moderne quill doth come to {{s}h}ort,
[8]     Speaking of worth,what worth in you doth grow,
[9]     This {{s}i}lence for my {{s}i}nne you did impute,
[10]   Which {{s}h}all be mo{{s}t} my glory being dombe,
[11]   For I impaire not beautie being mute,
[12]   When others would giue life,and bring a tombe.
[13]       There liues more life in one of your faire eyes,
[14]       Then both your Poets can in prai{s}e deui{s}e.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     WHo is it that {s}ayes mo{{s}t},which can {s}ay more,
[2]     Then this rich prai{s}e,that you alone,are you,
[3]     In who{s}e con{fi}ne immured is the {{s}t}ore,
[4]     Which {{s}h}ould example where your equall grew,
[5]     Leane penurie within that Pen doth dwell,

[signature] F 2 [catchword] That
[page 40; signature F2v; outer forme 6; compositor B]
[running title] SHAKE-SPEARES

[6]     That to his {s}ubie{ct} lends not {s}ome {s}mall glory,
[7]     But he that writes of you,if he can tell,
[8]     That you are you,{s}o digni{fi}es his {{s}t}ory.
[9]     Let him but coppy what in you is writ,
[10]   Not making wor{s}e what nature made {s}o cleere,
[11]   And {s}uch a counter-part {{s}h}all fame his wit,
[12]   Making his {{s}t}ile admired euery where.
[13]       You to your beautious ble{{s}{s}i}ngs adde a cur{s}e,
[14]       Being fond on prai{s}e,which makes your prai{s}es wor{s}e.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     MY toung-tide Mu{s}e in manners holds her {{s}t}ill,
[2]     While comments of your prai{s}e richly compil'd,
[3]     Re{s}erue their Chara{ct}er with goulden quill,
[4]     And precious phra{s}e by all the Mu{s}es {fi}l'd.
[5]     I thinke good thoughts,whil{{s}t} other write good wordes,
[6]     And like vnlettered clarke {{s}t}ill crie Amen,
[7]     To euery Himne that able {s}pirit a{ff}ords,
[8]     In poli{{s}h}t forme of well re{fi}ned pen.
[9]     Hearing you prai{s}d,I {s}ay 'tis {s}o, 'tis true,
[10]   And to the mo{{s}t} of prai{s}e adde {s}ome-thing more,
[11]   But that is in my thought,who{s}e loue to you
[12]   (Though words come hind-mo{{s}t})holds his ranke before,
[13]       Then others,for the breath of words re{s}pe{ct},
[14]       Me for my dombe thoughts,{s}peaking in e{ff}e{ct}.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     {VV}As it the proud full {s}aile of his great ver{s}e,
[2]     Bound for the prize of (all to precious) you,
[3]     That did my ripe thoughts in my braine inhearce,
[4]     Making their tombe the wombe wherein they grew?
[5]     Was it his {s}pirit,by {s}pirits taught to write,
[6]     Aboue a mortall pitch,that {{s}t}ruck me dead ?
[7]     No,neither he,nor his compiers by night
[8]     Giuing him ayde,my ver{s}e a{{s}t}oni{{s}h}ed.
[9]     He nor that a{ff}able familiar gho{{s}t}
[10]   Which nightly gulls him with intelligence,
[11]   As vi{ct}ors of my {{s}i}lence cannot boa{{s}t},

[catchword] I was
[page 41; signature F3r; outer forme 6; compositor A and/or B]
[running title] SONNETS.

[12]   I was not {{s}i}ck of any feare from thence.
[13]       But when your countinance {fi}ld vp his line,
[14]       Then lackt I matter,that infeebled mine.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     FArewell thou art too deare for my po{{s}{s}}e{{s}{s}i}ng,
[2]     And like enough thou know{{s}t} thy e{{s}t}imate,
[3]     The Charter of thy worth giues thee relea{{s}i}ng:
[4]     My bonds in thee are all determinate.
[5]     For how do I hold thee but by thy granting,
[6]     And for that ritches where is my de{s}eruing?
[7]     The cau{s}e of this faire guift in me is wanting,
[8]     And {s}o my pattent back againe is {s}weruing.
[9]     Thy {s}elfe thou gau'{{s}t},thy owne worth then not knowing,
[10]   Or mee to whom thou gau'{{s}t} it,el{s}e mi{{s}t}aking,
[11]   So thy great guift vpon mi{s}pri{{s}i}on growing,
[12]   Comes home againe,on better iudgement making.
[13]       Thus haue I had thee as a dreame doth {fl}atter,
[14]       In {{s}l}eepe a King,but waking no {s}uch matter.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     {VV}Hen thou {{s}h}alt be di{s}pode to {s}et me light,
[2]     And place my merrit in the eie of skorne,
[3]     Vpon thy {{s}i}de,again{{s}t} my {s}elfe ile {fi}ght,
[4]     And proue thee virtuous,though thou art for{s}worne:
[5]     With mine owne weakene{{s}{s}}e being be{{s}t} acquainted,
[6]     Vpon thy part I can {s}et downe a {{s}t}ory
[7]     Of faults conceald,wherein I am attainted:
[8]     That thou in loo{{s}i}ng me {{s}h}all win much glory:
[9]     And I by this wil be a gainer too,
[10]   For bending all my louing thoughts on thee,
[11]   The iniuries that to my {s}elfe I doe,
[12]   Doing thee vantage,duble vantage me.
[13]       Such is my loue,to thee I {s}o belong,
[14]       That for thy right,my {s}elfe will beare all wrong.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     SAy that thou did{{s}t} for{s}ake mee for {s}ome falt,
[2]     And I will comment vpon that o{ff}ence,

[signature] F 3 [catchword] The
[page 42; signature F3v; inner forme 6; compositor A]
[running title] SHAKE-SPEARES

[3]     Speake of my lamene{{s}{s}}e, and I {{s}t}raight will halt:
[4]     Again{{s}t} thy rea{s}ons making no defence.
[5]     Thou can{{s}t} not (loue)di{s}grace me halfe {s}o ill,
[6]     To {s}et a forme vpon de{{s}i}red change,
[7]     As ile my {s}elfe di{s}grace,knowing thy wil,
[8]     I will acquaintance {{s}t}rangle and looke {{s}t}range:
[9]     Be ab{s}ent from thy walkes and in my tongue,
[10]   Thy {s}weet beloued name no more {{s}h}all dwell,
[11]   Lea{{s}t} I(too much prophane){{s}h}ould do it wronge:
[12]   And haplie of our old acquaintance tell.
[13]       For thee,again{{s}t} my {s}elfe ile vow debate,
[14]       For I mu{{s}t} nere loue him whom thou do{{s}t} hate.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     THen hate me when thou wilt, if euer,now,
[2]     Now while the world is bent my deeds to cro{{s}{s}}e,
[3]     Ioyne with the {s}pight of fortune,make me bow,
[4]     And doe not drop in for an after lo{{s}{s}}e:
[5]     Ah doe not,when my heart hath {s}capte this {s}orrow,
[6]     Come in the rereward of a conquerd woe,
[7]     Giue not a windy night a rainie morrow,
[8]     To linger out a purpo{s}d ouer-throw.
[9]     If thou wilt leaue me, do not leaue me la{{s}t},
[10]   When other pettie griefes haue done their {s}pight,
[11]   But in the on{s}et come,{s}o {{s}t}all I ta{{s}t}e
[12]   At {fi}r{{s}t} the very wor{{s}t} of fortunes might.
[13]       And other {{s}t}raines of woe, which now {s}eeme woe,
[14]       Compar'd with lo{{s}{s}}e of thee,will not {s}eeme {s}o.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     SOme glory in their birth,{s}ome in their skill,
[2]     Some in their wealth, {s}ome in their bodies force,
[3]     Some in their garments though new-fangled ill:
[4]     Some in their Hawkes and Hounds,{s}ome in their Hor{s}e.
[5]     And euery humor hath his adiun{ct} plea{s}ure,
[6]     Wherein it {fi}ndes a ioy aboue the re{{s}t},
[7]     But the{s}e perticulers are not my mea{s}ure,
[8]     All the{s}e I better in one generall be{{s}t}.

[catchword] Thy
[page 43; signature F4r; inner forme 6; compositor A and/or B]
[running title] SONNETS.

[9]     Thy loue is bitter then high birth to me,
[10]   Richer then wealth,prouder then garments co{{s}t},
[11]   Of more delight then Hawkes or Hor{s}es bee:
[12]   And hauing thee,of all mens pride I boa{{s}t}.
[13]       Wretched in this alone,that thou mai{{s}t} take,
[14]       All this away,and me mo{{s}t} wretched make.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     BVt doe thy wor{{s}t} to {{s}t}eale thy {s}elfe away,
[2]     For tearme of life thou art a{{s}{s}}ured mine,
[3]     And life no longer then thy loue will {{s}t}ay,
[4]     For it depends vpon that loue of thine.
[5]     Then need I not to feare the wor{{s}t} of wrongs,
[6]     When in the lea{{s}t} of them my life hath end,
[7]     I {s}ee,a better {{s}t}ate to me belongs
[8]     Then that,which on thy humor doth depend.
[9]     Thou can{{s}t} not vex me with incon{{s}t}ant minde,
[10]   Since that my life on thy reuolt doth lie,
[11]   Oh what a happy title do I {fi}nde ,
[12]   Happy to haue thy loue, happy to die!
[13]       But whats {s}o ble{{s}{s}}ed faire that feares no blot,
[14]       Thou mai{{s}t} be falce, and yet I know it not.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     SO {{s}h}all I liue,{s}uppo{{s}i}ng thou art true,
[2]     Like a deceiued husband,{s}o loues face,
[3]     May {{s}t}ill {s}eeme loue to me,though alter'd new:
[4]     Thy lookes with me,thy heart in other place.
[5]     For their can liue no hatred in thine eye,
[6]     Therefore in that I cannot know thy change,
[7]     In manies lookes,the falce hearts hi{{s}t}ory
[8]     Is writ in moods and frounes and wrinckles {{s}t}range.
[9]     But heauen in thy creation did decree,
[10]   That in thy face {s}weet loue {{s}h}ould euer dwell,
[11]   What ere thy thoughts, or thy hearts workings be,
[12]   Thy lookes {{s}h}ould nothing thence, but {s}weetne{{s}{s}}e tell.
[13]       How like Eaues apple doth thy beauty grow,
[14]       If thy {s}weet vertue an{s}were not thy {{s}h}ow.

[catchword] 94
[page 44; signature F4v; outer forme 6; compositor A]
[running title] SHAKE-SPEARES

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     THey that haue powre to hurt,and will doe none,
[2]     That doe not do the thing,they mo{{s}t} do {{s}h}owe,
[3]     Who mouing others,are them{s}elues as {{s}t}one,
[4]     Vnmooued,could,and to temptation {{s}l}ow:
[5]     They rightly do inherrit heauens graces,
[6]     And husband natures ritches from expence,
[7]     They are the Lords and owners of their faces,
[8]     Others,but {{s}t}ewards of their excellence:
[9]     The {s}ommers {fl}owre is to the {s}ommer {s}weet,
[10]   Though to it {s}elfe,it onely liue and die,
[11]   But if that {fl}owre with ba{s}e infe{ct}ion meete,
[12]   The ba{s}e{{s}t} weed out-braues his dignity:
[13]       For {s}weete{{s}t} things turne {s}owre{{s}t} by their deedes,
[14]       Lillies that fe{{s}t}er, {s}mell far wor{s}e then weeds.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     HOw {s}weet and louely do{{s}t} thou make the {{s}h}ame,
[2]     Which like a canker in the fragrant Ro{s}e,
[3]     Doth {s}pot the beautie of thy budding name?
[4]     Oh in what {s}weets doe{{s}t} thou thy {{s}i}nnes inclo{s}e!
[5]     That tongue that tells the {{s}t}ory of thy daies,
[6]     (Making la{s}ciuious comments on thy {s}port)
[7]     Cannot di{s}prai{s}e,but in a kinde of prai{s}e,
[8]     Naming thy name, ble{{s}{s}}es an ill report.
[9]     Oh what a man{{s}i}on haue tho{s}e vices got,
[10]   Which for their habitation cho{s}e out thee,
[11]   Where beauties vaile doth couer euery blot,
[12]   And all things turnes to faire,that eies can {s}ee!
[13]       Take heed (deare heart)of this large priuiledge,
[14]       The harde{{s}t} knife ill v{s}'d doth loo{s}e his edge.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     SOme {s}ay thy fault is youth,{s}ome wantone{{s}{s}}e,
[2]     Some {s}ay thy grace is youth and gentle {s}port,
[3]     Both grace and faults are lou'd of more and le{{s}{s}}e:
[4]     Thou mak{{s}t} faults graces,that to thee re{s}ort:
[5]     As on the {fi}nger of a throned Queene,

[catchword] The
[page 45; signature G1r; gathering 7; outer forme 7; compositor A]
[running title] SONNETS.

[6]     The ba{s}e{{s}t} Iewell wil be well e{{s}t}eem'd:
[7]     So are tho{s}e errors that in thee are {s}eene,
[8]     To truths tran{{s}l}ated,and for true things deem'd.
[9]     How many Lambs might the {{s}t}erne Wolfe betray,
[10]   If like a Lambe he could his lookes tran{{s}l}ate.
[11]   How many gazers migh{{s}t} thou lead away,
[12]   If thou would{{s}t} v{s}e the {{s}t}rength of all thy {{s}t}ate?
[13]       But doe not {s}o,I loue thee in {s}uch {s}ort,
[14]       As thou being mine,mine is thy good report.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     HOw like a Winter hath my ab{s}ence beene
[2]     From thee,the plea{s}ure of the {fl}eeting yeare?
[3]     What freezings haue I felt,what darke daies {s}eene?
[4]     What old Decembers barene{{s}{s}}e euery where?
[5]     And yet this time remou'd was {s}ommers time,
[6]     The teeming Autumne big with ritch increa{s}e,
[7]     Bearing the wanton burthen of the prime,
[8]     Like widdowed wombes after their Lords decea{s}e:
[9]     Yet this aboundant i{{s}{s}}ue {s}eem'd to me,
[10]   But hope of Orphans,and vn-fathered fruite,
[11]   For Sommer and his plea{s}ures waite on thee,
[12]   And thou away,the very birds are mute.
[13]       Or if they {{s}i}ng,tis with {s}o dull a cheere,
[14]       That leaues looke pale,dreading the Winters neere.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     FRom you haue I beene ab{s}ent in the {s}pring,
[2]     When proud pide Aprill (dre{{s}t} in all his trim)
[3]     Hath put a {s}pirit of youth in euery thing:
[4]     That heauie Saturne laught and leapt with him.
[5]     Yet nor the laies of birds,nor the {s}weet {s}mell
[6]     Of di{ff}erent {fl}owers in odor and in hew,
[7]     Could make me any {s}ummers {{s}t}ory tell:
[8]     Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew:
[9]     Nor did I wonder at the Lillies white,
[10]   Nor prai{s}e the deepe vermillion in the Ro{s}e,
[11]   They weare but {s}weet,but {fi}gures of delight:

[signature] G [catchword] Drawne
[page 46; signature G1v; inner forme 7; compositor ]
[running title] SHAKE-SPEARES.

[12]   Drawne after you, you patterne of all tho{s}e.
[13]       Yet {s}eem'd it Winter {{s}t}ill,and you away,
[14]       As with your {{s}h}addow I with the{s}e did play.

[rhyme: ababacdcdefefgg]

[1]     THe forward violet thus did I chide,
[2]     Sweet theefe whence did{{s}t} thou {{s}t}eale thy {s}weet that {s}mels
[3]     If not from my loues breath,the purple pride,
[4]     Which on thy {s}oft cheeke for complexion dwells?
[5]     In my loues veines thou ha{{s}t} too gro{s}ely died,
[6]     The Lillie I condemned for thy hand,
[7]     And buds of marierom had {{s}t}olne thy haire,
[8]     The Ro{s}es fearefully on thornes did {{s}t}and,
[9]     Our blu{{s}h}ing {{s}h}ame,an other white di{s}paire:
[10]   A third nor red,nor white,had {{s}t}olne of both,
[11]   And to his robbry had annext thy breath,
[12]   But for his theft in pride of all his growth
[13]   A vengfull canker eate him vp to death.
[14]       More {fl}owers I noted,yet I none could {s}ee,
[15]       But {s}weet,or culler it had {{s}t}olne from thee.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     {VV}Here art thou Mu{s}e that thou forget{{s}t} {s}o long,
[2]     To {s}peake of that which giues thee all thy might?
[3]     Spend{{s}t} thou thy furie on {s}ome worthle{{s}{s}}e {s}onge,
[4]     Darkning thy powre to lend ba{s}e {s}ubie{ct}s light.
[5]     Returne forgetfull Mu{s}e,and {{s}t}raight redeeme,
[6]     In gentle numbers time {s}o idely {s}pent,
[7]     Sing to the eare that doth thy laies e{{s}t}eeme,
[8]     And giues thy pen both skill and argument.
[9]     Ri{s}e re{{s}t}y Mu{s}e,my loues {s}weet face {s}uruay,
[10]   If time haue any wrincle grauen there,
[11]   If any,be a Satire to decay,
[12]   And make times {s}poiles di{s}pi{s}ed euery where.
[13]       Giue my loue fame fa{{s}t}er then time wa{{s}t}s life,
[14]       So thou preuen{{s}t} his {{s}i}eth,and crooked knife.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     OH truant Mu{s}e what {{s}h}albe thy amends,

[catchword] For
[page 47; signature G2r; inner forme 7; compositor A]
[running title] SONNETS.

[2]     For thy negle{ct} of truth in beauty di'd?
[3]     Both truth and beauty on my loue depends:
[4]     So do{{s}t} thou too,and therein digni{fi}'d:
[5]     Make an{s}were Mu{s}e,wilt thou not haply {s}aie,
[6]     Truth needs no collour with his collour {fi}xt,
[7]     Beautie no pen{s}ell,beauties truth to lay:
[8]     But be{{s}t} is be{{s}t},if neuer intermixt.
[9]     Becau{s}e he needs no prai{s}e,wilt thou be dumb?
[10]   Excu{s}e not {{s}i}lence {s}o,for't lies in thee,
[11]   To make him much out-liue a gilded tombe:
[12]   And to be prai{s}d of ages yet to be.
[13]       Then do thy o{ffi}ce Mu{s}e,I teach thee how,
[14]       To make him {s}eeme long hence,as he {{s}h}owes now.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     MY loue is {{s}t}rengthned though more weake in {s}ee-ming
[2]     I loue not le{{s}{s}}e,thogh le{{s}{s}}e the {{s}h}ow appeare,
[3]     That loue is marchandiz'd,who{s}e ritch e{{s}t}eeming,
[4]     The owners tongue doth publi{{s}h} euery where.
[5]     Our loue was new,and then but in the {s}pring,
[6]     When I was wont to greet it with my laies,
[7]     As Philomell in {s}ummers front doth {{s}i}nge,
[8]     And {{s}t}ops his pipe in growth of riper daies:
[9]     Not that the {s}ummer is le{{s}{s}}e plea{s}ant now
[10]   Then when her mournefull himns did hu{{s}h} the night,
[11]   But that wild mu{{s}i}ck burthens euery bow,
[12]   And {s}weets growne common loo{s}e their deare delight.
[13]       Therefore like her,I {s}ome-time hold my tongue:
[14]       Becau{s}e I would not dull you with my {s}onge.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     A Lack what pouerty my Mu{s}e brings forth,
[2]     That hauing {s}uch a skope to {{s}h}ow her pride,
[3]     The argument all bare is of more worth
[4]     Then when it hath my added prai{s}e be{{s}i}de.
[5]     Oh blame me not if I no more can write!
[6]     Looke in your gla{{s}{s}}e and there appeares a face,
[7]     That ouer-goes my blunt inuention quite,
[8]     Dulling my lines,and doing me di{s}grace.

[signature] G 2 [catchword] Were
[page 48; signature G2v; outer forme 7; compositor A]
[running title] SHAKE-SPEARES.

[9]     Were it not {{s}i}nfull then {{s}t}riuing to mend,
[10]   To marre the {s}ubie{ct} that before was well,
[11]   For to no other pa{{s}{s}}e my ver{s}es tend,
[12]   Then of your graces and your gifts to tell.
[13]       And more,much more then in my ver{s}e can {{s}i}t,
[14]       Your owne gla{{s}{s}}e {{s}h}owes you,when you looke in it.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     TO me faire friend you neuer can be old,
[2]     For as you were when {fi}r{{s}t} your eye I eyde,
[3]     Such {s}eemes your beautie {{s}t}ill:Three Winters colde,
[4]     Haue from the forre{{s}t}s {{s}h}ooke three {s}ummers pride,
[5]     Three beautious {s}prings to yellow Autumne turn'd,
[6]     In proce{{s}{s}}e of the {s}ea{s}ons haue I {s}eene,
[7]     Three Aprill perfumes in three hot Iunes burn'd,
[8]     Since {fi}r{{s}t} I {s}aw you fre{{s}h} which yet are greene.
[9]     Ah yet doth beauty like a Dyall hand,
[10]   Steale from his {fi}gure,and no pace perceiu'd,
[11]   So your {s}weete hew,which me thinkes {{s}t}ill doth {{s}t}and
[12]   Hath motion,and mine eye may be deceaued.
[13]       For feare of which,heare this thou age vnbred,
[14]       Ere you were borne was beauties {s}ummer dead.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     LEt not my loue be cal'd Idolatrie,
[2]     Nor my beloued as an Idoll {{s}h}ow,
[3]     Since all alike my {s}ongs and prai{s}es be
[4]     To one,of one,{{s}t}ill {s}uch,and euer {s}o.
[5]     Kinde is my loue to day,to morrow kinde,
[6]     Still con{{s}t}ant in a wondrous excellence,
[7]     Therefore my ver{s}e to con{{s}t}ancie con{fi}n'de,
[8]     One thing expre{{s}{s}i}ng,leaues out di{ff}erence.
[9]     Faire,kinde,and true,is all my argument,
[10]   Faire,kinde and true,varrying to other words,
[11]   And in this change is my inuention {s}pent,
[12]   Three theams in one,which wondrous {s}cope a{ff}ords.
[13]       Faire,kinde,and true,haue often liu'd alone.
[14]       Which three till now,neuer kept {s}eate in one.

[catchword] When
[page 49; signature G3r; outer forme 7; compositor A and/or B]
[running title] SONNETS.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     WHen in the Chronicle of wa{{s}t}ed time,
[2]     I {s}ee di{s}criptions of the faire{{s}t} wights,
[3]     And beautie making beautifull old rime,
[4]     In prai{s}e of Ladies dead,and louely Knights,
[5]     Then in the blazon of {s}weet beauties be{{s}t},
[6]     Of hand,of foote,of lip,of eye,of brow,
[7]     I {s}ee their antique Pen would haue expre{{s}t},
[8]     Euen {s}uch a beauty as you mai{{s}t}er now.
[9]     So all their prai{s}es are but prophe{{s}i}es
[10]   Of this our time,all you pre{fi}guring,
[11]   And for they look'd but with deuining eyes,
[12]   They had not {{s}t}ill enough your worth to {{s}i}ng :
[13]       For we which now behold the{s}e pre{s}ent dayes,
[14]       Haue eyes to wonder,but lack toungs to prai{s}e.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     NOt mine owne feares,nor the prophetick {s}oule,
[2]     Of the wide world,dreaming on things to come,
[3]     Can yet the lea{s}e of my true loue controule,
[4]     Suppo{s}de as forfeit to a con{fi}n'd doome.
[5]     The mortall Moone hath her eclip{s}e indur'de,
[6]     And the {s}ad Augurs mock their owne pre{s}age,
[7]     Incertenties now crowne them-{s}elues a{{s}{s}}ur'de,
[8]     And peace proclaimes Oliues of endle{{s}{s}}e age,
[9]     Now with the drops of this mo{{s}t} balmie time,
[10]   My loue lookes fre{{s}h},and death to me {s}ub{s}cribes,
[11]   Since {s}pight of him Ile liue in this poore rime,
[12]   While he in{s}ults ore dull and {s}peachle{{s}{s}}e tribes.
[13]       And thou in this {{s}h}alt {fi}nde thy monument,
[14]       When tyrants cre{{s}t}s and tombs of bra{{s}{s}}e are {s}pent.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     {VV}Hat's in the braine that Inck may chara{ct}er ,
[2]     Which hath not {fi}gur'd to thee my true {s}pirit,
[3]     What's new to {s}peake,what now to regi{{s}t}er,
[4]     That may expre{{s}{s}}e my loue,or thy deare merit ?
[5]     Nothing {s}weet boy,but yet like prayers diuine,

[signature] G 3 [catchword] I mu{{s}t}
[page 50; signature G3v; inner forme 7; compositor A and/or B]
[running title] SHAKE-SPEARES.

[6]     I mu{{s}t} each day {s}ay ore the very {s}ame,
[7]     Counting no old thing old,thou mine,I thine,
[8]     Euen as when {fi}r{{s}t} I hallowed thy faire name.
[9]     So that eternall loue in loues fre{{s}h} ca{s}e,
[10]   Waighes not the du{{s}t} and iniury of age,
[11]   Nor giues to nece{{s}{s}}ary wrinckles place,
[12]   But makes antiquitie for aye his page,
[13]       Finding the {fi}r{{s}t} conceit of loue there bred,
[14]       Where time and outward forme would {{s}h}ew it dead,

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     O Neuer {s}ay that I was fal{s}e of heart,
[2]     Though ab{s}ence {s}eem'd my {fl}ame to qualli{fi}e,
[3]     As ea{{s}i}e might I from my {s}elfe depart,
[4]     As from my {s}oule which in thy bre{{s}t} doth lye :
[5]     That is my home of loue,if I haue rang'd,
[6]     Like him that trauels I returne againe,
[7]     Iu{{s}t} to the time,not with the time exchang'd,
[8]     So that my {s}elfe bring water for my {{s}t}aine,
[9]     Neuer beleeue though in my nature raign'd,
[10]   All frailties that be{{s}i}ege all kindes of blood,
[11]   That it could {s}o prepo{{s}t}erou{{s}l}ie be {{s}t}ain'd,
[12]   To leaue for nothing all thy {s}umme of good :
[13]       For nothing this wide Vniuer{s}e I call,
[14]       Saue thou my Ro{s}e,in it thou art my all.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     ALas 'tis true,I haue gone here and there,
[2]     And made my {s}elfe a motley to the view,
[3]     Gor'd mine own thoughts, {s}old cheap what is mo{{s}t} deare,
[4]     Made old o{ff}ences of a{ff}e{ct}ions new.
[5]     Mo{{s}t} true it is,that I haue lookt on truth
[6]     A{s}conce and {{s}t}rangely: But by all aboue,
[7]     The{s}e blenches gaue my heart an other youth,
[8]     And wor{s}e e{{s}{s}}aies prou'd thee my be{{s}t} of loue,
[9]     Now all is done,haue what {{s}h}all haue no end,
[10]   Mine appetite I neuer more will grin'de
[11]   On newer proofe,to trie an older friend,
[12]   A God in loue,to whom I am con{fi}n'd.

[catchword] Then
[page 51; signature G4r; inner forme 7; compositor B]
[running title] SONNETS.

[13]       Then giue me welcome,next my heauen the be{{s}t},
[14]       Euen to thy pure and mo{{s}t} mo{{s}t} louing bre{{s}t}.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     O For my {s}ake doe you wi{{s}h} fortune chide,
[2]     The guiltie godde{{s}{s}}e of my harmfull deeds,
[3]     That did not better for my life prouide,
[4]     Then publick meanes which publick manners breeds.
[5]     Thence comes it that my name receiues a brand,
[6]     And almo{{s}t} thence my nature is {s}ubdu'd
[7]     To what it workes in,like the Dyers hand,
[8]     Pitty me then,and wi{{s}h} I were renu'de,
[9]     Whil{{s}t} like a willing pacient I will drinke,
[10]   Potions of Ey{s}ell gain{{s}t} my {{s}t}rong infe{ct}ion,
[11]   No bitterne{{s}{s}}e that I will bitter thinke,
[12]   Nor double pennance to corre{ct} corre{ct}ion.
[13]       Pittie me then deare friend,and I a{{s}{s}}ure yee,
[14]       Euen that your pittie is enough to cure mee.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     YOur loue and pittie doth th'impre{{s}{s}i}on {fi}ll,
[2]     Which vulgar {s}candall {{s}t}ampt vpon my brow,
[3]     For what care I who calles me well or ill,
[4]     So you ore-greene my bad,my good alow?
[5]     You are my All the world,and I mu{{s}t} {{s}t}riue,
[6]     To know my {{s}h}ames and prai{s}es from your tounge,
[7]     None el{s}e to me,nor I to none aliue,
[8]     That my {{s}t}eel'd {s}ence or changes right or wrong,
[9]     In {s}o profound Abi{s}me I throw all care
[10]   Of others voyces,that my Adders {s}ence,
[11]   To cryttick and to {fl}atterer {{s}t}opped are:
[12]   Marke how with my negle{ct} I doe di{s}pence.
[13]       You are {s}o {{s}t}rongly in my purpo{s}e bred,
[14]       That all the world be{{s}i}des me thinkes y'are dead.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     SInce I left you,mine eye is in my minde,
[2]     And that which gouernes me to goe about,
[3]     Doth part his fun{ct}ion,and is partly blind,

[catchword] Seemes
[page 52; signature G4v; outer forme 7; compositor A]
[running title] SHAKE-SPEARES.

[4]     Seemes {s}eeing,but e{ff}e{ct}ually is out:
[5]     For it no forme deliuers to the heart
[6]     Of bird,of {fl}owre,or {{s}h}ape which it doth lack,
[7]     Of his quick obie{ct}s hath the minde no part,
[8]     Nor his owne vi{{s}i}on houlds what it doth catch:
[9]     For if it {s}ee the rud'{{s}t} or gentle{{s}t} {{s}i}ght,
[10]   The mo{{s}t} {s}weet-fauor or deformed{{s}t} creature,
[11]   The mountaine,or the {s}ea,the day,or night:
[12]   The Croe,or Doue,it {{s}h}apes them to your feature.
[13]       Incapable of more repleat,with you,
[14]       My mo{{s}t} true minde thus maketh mine vntrue.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     OR whether doth my minde being crown'd with you
[2]     Drinke vp the monarks plague this {fl}attery ?
[3]     Or whether {{s}h}all I {s}ay mine eie {s}aith true,
[4]     And that your loue taught it this Alcumie?
[5]     To make of mon{{s}t}ers,and things indige{{s}t},
[6]     Such cherubines as your {s}weet {s}elfe re{s}emble,
[7]     Creating euery bad a perfe{ct} be{{s}t}
[8]     As fa{{s}t} as obie{ct}s to his beames a{{s}{s}}emble:
[9]     Oh tis the {fi}r{{s}t},tis {fl}atry in my {s}eeing,
[10]   And my great minde mo{{s}t} kingly drinkes it vp,
[11]   Mine eie well knowes what with his gu{{s}t} is greeing,
[12]   And to his pallat doth prepare the cup.
[13]       If it be poi{s}on'd,tis the le{{s}{s}}er {{s}i}nne,
[14]       That mine eye loues it and doth {fi}r{{s}t} beginne.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     THo{s}e lines that I before haue writ doe lie,
[2]     Euen tho{s}e that {s}aid I could not loue you deerer,
[3]     Yet then my iudgement knew no rea{s}on why,
[4]     My mo{{s}t} full {fl}ame {{s}h}ould afterwards burne cleerer.
[5]     But reckening time,who{s}e milliond accidents
[6]     Creepe in twixt vowes,and change decrees of Kings,
[7]     Tan {s}acred beautie,blunt the {{s}h}arp'{{s}t} intents,
[8]     Diuert {{s}t}rong mindes to th'cour{s}e of altring things:
[9]     Alas why fearing of times tiranie,

[catchword] Might
[page 53; signature H1r; gathering 8; outer forme 8; compositor A and/or B]
[running title] SONNETS.

[10]   Might I not then {s}ay now I loue you be{{s}t},
[11]   When I was certaine ore in-certainty,
[12]   Crowning the pre{s}ent,doubting of the re{{s}t}:
[13]       Loue is a Babe , then might I not {s}ay {s}o
[14]       To giue full growth to that which {{s}t}ill doth grow.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]


[1]     LEt me not to the marriage of true mindes
[2]     Admit impediments,loue is not loue
[3]     Which alters when it alteration {fi}ndes,
[4]     Or bends with the remouer to remoue.
[5]     O no,it is an euer {fi}xed marke
[6]     That lookes on tempe{{s}t}s and is neuer {{s}h}aken;
[7]     It is the {{s}t}ar to euery wandring barke,
[8]     Who{s}e worths vnknowne,although his higth be taken.
[9]     Lou's not Times foole,though ro{{s}i}e lips and cheeks
[10]   Within his bending {{s}i}ckles compa{{s}{s}}e come,
[11]   Loue alters not with his breefe houres and weekes,
[12]   But beares it out euen to the edge of doome:
[13]       If this be error and vpon me proued,
[14]       I neuer writ,nor no man euer loued.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     ACcu{s}e me thus,that I haue {s}canted all,
[2]     Wherein I {{s}h}ould your great de{s}erts repay,
[3]     Forgot vpon your deare{{s}t} loue to call,
[4]     Whereto al bonds do tie me day by day,
[5]     That I haue frequent binne with vnknown mindes,
[6]     And giuen to time your owne deare purcha{s}'d right,
[7]     That I haue hoy{{s}t}ed {s}aile to al the windes
[8]     Which {{s}h}ould tran{s}port me farthe{{s}t} from your {{s}i}ght.
[9]     Booke both my wilfulne{{s}{s}}e and errors downe,
[10]   And on iu{{s}t} proofe {s}urmi{s}e,accumilate,
[11]   Bring me within the leuel of your frowne,
[12]   But {{s}h}oote not at me in your wakened hate:
[13]       Since my appeale {s}aies I did {{s}t}riue to prooue
[14]       The con{{s}t}ancy and virtue of your loue

[signature] H [catchword] II8
[page 54; signature H1v; inner forme 8; compositor A and/or B]
[running title] SHAKE-SPEARES

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     LIke as to make our appetites more keene
[2]     With eager compounds we our pallat vrge,
[3]     As to preuent our malladies vn{s}eene,
[4]     We {{s}i}cken to {{s}h}un {{s}i}ckne{{s}{s}}e when we purge.
[5]     Euen {s}o being full of your nere cloying {s}weetne{{s}{s}}e,
[6]     To bitter {s}awces did I frame my feeding;
[7]     And {{s}i}cke of wel-fare found a kind of meetne{{s}{s}}e,
[8]     To be di{s}ea{s}'d ere that there was true needing.
[9]     Thus pollicie in loue t'anticipate
[10]   The ills that were,not grew to faults a{{s}{s}}ured,
[11]   And brought to medicine a healthfull {{s}t}ate
[12]   Which rancke of goodne{{s}{s}}e would by ill be cured.
[13]       But thence I learne and {fi}nd the le{{s}{s}}on true,
[14]       Drugs poy{s}on him that {s}o fell {{s}i}cke of you.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     WHat potions haue I drunke of Syren teares
[2]     Di{{s}t}il'd from Lymbecks foule as hell within,
[3]     Applying feares to hopes,and hopes to feares,
[4]     Still loo{{s}i}ng when I {s}aw my {s}elfe to win?
[5]     What wretched errors hath my heart committed,
[6]     Whil{{s}t} it hath thought it {s}elfe {s}o ble{{s}{s}}ed neuer?
[7]     How haue mine eies out of their Spheares bene {fi}tted
[8]     In the di{{s}t}ra{ct}ion of this madding feuer?
[9]     O bene{fi}t of ill, now I {fi}nd true
[10]   That better is, by euil {{s}t}ill made better.
[11]   And ruin'd loue when it is built anew
[12]   Growes fairer then at {fi}r{{s}t},more {{s}t}rong,far greater.
[13]       So I returne rebukt to my content,
[14]       And gaine by ills thri{s}e more then I haue {s}pent.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     THat you were once vnkind be-friends mee now,
[2]     And for that {s}orrow , which I then didde feele,
[3]     Needes mu{{s}t} I vnder my tran{s}gre{{s}{s}i}on bow,
[4]     Vnle{{s}{s}}e my Nerues were bra{{s}{s}}e or hammered {{s}t}eele.
[5]     For if you were by my vnkindne{{s}{s}}e {{s}h}aken

[catchword]As
[page 55; signature H2r; inner forme 8; compositor A and/or B]
[running title] SONNETS.

[6]     As I by yours , y'haue pa{{s}t} a hell of Time,
[7]     And I a tyrant haue no lea{s}ure taken
[8]     To waigh how once I {s}u{ff}ered in your crime.
[9]     O that our night of wo might haue remembred
[10]   My deepe{{s}t} {s}ence,how hard true {s}orrow hits,
[11]   And {s}oone to you,as you to me then tendred
[12]   The humble {s}alue,which wounded bo{s}omes {fi}ts!
[13]       But that your tre{s}pa{{s}{s}}e now becomes a fee,
[14]       Mine ran{s}oms yours,and yours mu{{s}t} ran{s}ome mee.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     TIS better to be vile then vile e{{s}t}eemed,
[2]     When not to be,receiues reproach of being,
[3]     And the iu{{s}t} plea{s}ure lo{{s}t},which is {s}o deemed,
[4]     Not by our feeling,but by others {s}eeing.
[5]     For why {{s}h}ould others fal{s}e adulterat eyes
[6]     Giue {s}alutation to my {s}portiue blood?
[7]     Or on my frailties why are frailer {s}pies;
[8]     Which in their wils count bad what I think good?
[9]     Noe,I am that I am,and they that leuell
[10]   At my abu{s}es,reckon vp their owne,
[11]   I may be {{s}t}raight though they them-{s}elues be beuel
[12]   By their rancke thoughtes,my deedes mu{{s}t} not be {{s}h}own
[13]       Vnle{{s}{s}}e this generall euill they maintaine,
[14]       All men are bad and in their badne{{s}{s}}e raigne.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     TThy guift,,thy tables,are within my braine
[2]     Full chara{ct}erd with la{{s}t}ing memory,
[3]     Which {{s}h}all aboue that idle rancke remaine
[4]     Beyond all date euen to eternity.
[5]     Or at the lea{{s}t},{s}o long as braine and heart
[6]     Haue facultie by nature to {s}ub{{s}i}{{s}t},
[7]     Til each to raz'd obliuion yeeld his part
[8]     Of thee,thy record neuer can be mi{{s}t}:
[9]     That poore retention could not {s}o much hold,
[10]   Nor need I tallies thy deare loue to skore,
[11]   Therefore to giue them from me was I bold,

[signature] H 2 [catchword] To
[page 56; signature H2v; outer forme 8; compositor A and/or B]
[running title] SHAKE-SPEARES

[12]   To tru{{s}t} tho{s}e tables that receaue thee more,
[13]       To keepe an adiunckt to remember thee,
[14]       Were to import forgetfulne{{s}{s}}e in mee.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     NO! Time, thou {{s}h}alt not bo{{s}t} that I doe change,
[2]     Thy pyramyds buylt vp with newer might
[3]     To me are nothing nouell,nothing {{s}t}range,
[4]     They are but dre{{s}{s}i}ngs of a former {{s}i}ght:
[5]     Our dates are breefe,and therefor we admire,
[6]     What thou do{{s}t} foy{{s}t} vpon vs that is ould,
[7]     And rather make them borne to our de{{s}i}re,
[8]     Then thinke that we before haue heard them tould:
[9]     Thy regi{{s}t}ers and thee I both de{fi}e,
[10]   Not wondring at the pre{s}ent,nor the pa{{s}t},
[11]   For thy records,and what we {s}ee doth lye,
[12]   Made more or les by thy continuall ha{{s}t}:
[13]       This I doe vow and this {{s}h}all euer be,
[14]       I will be true di{s}pight thy {s}yeth and thee.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     YF my deare loue were but the childe of {{s}t}ate,
[2]     It might for fortunes ba{{s}t}erd be vnfathered,
[3]     As {s}ubie{ct} to times loue,or to times hate,
[4]     Weeds among weeds,or {fl}owers with {fl}owers gatherd.
[5]     No it was buylded far from accident,
[6]     It {s}u{ff}ers not in {s}milinge pomp,nor falls
[7]     Vnder the blow of thralled di{s}content,
[8]     Whereto th'inuiting time our fa{{s}h}ion calls:
[9]     It feares not policy that Heriticke,
[10]   Which workes on lea{s}es of {{s}h}ort numbred howers,
[11]   But all alone {{s}t}ands hugely pollitick,
[12]   That it nor growes with heat,nor drownes with {{s}h}owres.
[13]       To this I witnes call the foles of time,
[14]       Which die for goodnes,who haue liu'd for crime.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     {VV}Er't ought to me I bore the canopy,
[2]     With my extern the outward honoring,

[catchword] Or
[page 57; signature H3r; outer forme 8; compositor B]
[running title] SONNETS.

[3]     Or layd great ba{s}es for eternity,
[4]     Which proues more {{s}h}ort then wa{{s}t} or ruining?
[5]     Haue I not {s}eene dwellers on forme and fauor
[6]     Lo{s}e all,and more by paying too much rent
[7]     For compound {s}weet;Forgoing {{s}i}mple {s}auor,
[8]     Pittifull thriuors in their gazing {s}pent.
[9]     Noe,let me be ob{s}equious in thy heart,
[10]   And take thou my oblacion,poore but free,
[11]   Which is not mixt with {s}econds,knows no art,
[12]   But mutuall render onely me for thee.
[13]       Hence,thou {s}ubborndInformer, a trew {s}oule
[14]       When mo{{s}t} impeacht,{{s}t}ands lea{{s}t} in thy controule.

[rhyme: aabbccddeeff]

[1]     O Thou my louely Boy who in thy power,
[2]     Doe{{s}t} hould times {fi}ckle gla{{s}{s}}e,his {fi}ckle,hower:
[3]     Who ha{{s}t} by wayning growne,and therein {{s}h}ou'{{s}t},
[4]     Thy louers withering,as thy {s}weet {s}elfe grow'{{s}t}.
[5]     If Nature({s}oueraine mi{{s}t}eres ouer wrack)
[6]     As thou goe{{s}t} onwards {{s}t}ill will plucke thee backe,
[7]     She keepes thee to this purpo{s}e,that her skill.
[8]     May time di{s}grace,and wretched mynuit kill.
[9]     Yet feare her O thou minnion of her plea{s}ure,
[10]   She may detaine,but not {{s}t}ill keepe her tre{s}ure!
[11]   Her Audite (though delayd) an{s}wer'd mu{{s}t} be,
[12]   And her Quietus is to render thee.
[13]       (                         )
[14]       (                         )

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     IN the ould age blacke was not counted faire,
[2]     Or if it weare it bore not beauties name:
[3]     But now is blacke beauties {s}ucce{{s}{s}i}ue heire,
[4]     And Beautie {{s}l}anderd with a ba{{s}t}ard {{s}h}ame,
[5]     For {{s}i}nce each hand hath put on Natures power,
[6]     Fairing the foule with Arts faul{s}e borrow'd face,
[7]     Sweet beauty hath no name no holy boure,
[8]     But is prophan'd,if not liues in di{s}grace.

[signature] H 3 [catchword] Therefore
[page 58; signature H3v; inner forme 8; compositor B]
[running title] SHAKE-SPEARES

[9]     Therefore my Mi{{s}t}er{{s}{s}}e eyes are Rauen blacke,
[10]   Her eyes {s}o {s}uted,and they mourners {s}eeme,
[11]   At {s}uch who not borne faire no beauty lack,
[12]   Slandring Creation with a fal{s}e e{{s}t}eeme,
[13]       Yet {s}o they mourne becomming of their woe,
[14]       That euery toung {s}aies beauty {{s}h}ould looke {s}o.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     HOw oft when thou my mu{{s}i}ke mu{{s}i}ke play{{s}t},
[2]     Vpon that ble{{s}{s}}ed wood who{s}e motion {s}ounds
[3]     With thy {s}weet {fi}ngers when thou gently {s}way{{s}t},
[4]     The wiry concord that mine eare confounds,
[5]     Do I enuie tho{s}e Iackes that nimble leape,
[6]     To ki{{s}{s}}e the tender inward of thy hand,
[7]     Whil{{s}t} my poore lips which {{s}h}ould that harue{{s}t} reape,
[8]     At the woods bouldnes by thee blu{{s}h}ing {{s}t}and.
[9]     To be {s}o tikled they would change their {{s}t}ate,
[10]   And {{s}i}tuation with tho{s}e dancing chips,
[11]   Ore whome their {fi}ngers walke with gentle gate,
[12]   Making dead wood more ble{{s}t} then liuing lips,
[13]       Since {s}au{{s}i}e Iackes {s}o happy are in this,
[14]       Giue them their {fi}ngers,me thy lips to ki{{s}{s}}e.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     TH'expence of Spirit in a wa{{s}t}e of {{s}h}ame
[2]     Is lu{{s}t} in a{ct}ion,and till a{ct}ion , lu{{s}t}
[3]     Is periurd,murdrous,blouddy full of blame,
[4]     Sauage,extreame,rude,cruell,not to tru{{s}t},
[5]     Inioyd no {s}ooner but di{s}pi{s}ed {{s}t}raight,
[6]     Pa{{s}t} rea{s}on hunted, and no {s}ooner had
[7]     Pa{{s}t} rea{s}on hated as a {s}wollowed bayt,
[8]     On purpo{s}e layd to make the taker mad.
[9]     Made In pur{s}ut and in po{{s}{s}}e{{s}{s}i}on {s}o,
[10]   Had,hauing,and in que{{s}t},to haue extreame,
[11]   A bli{{s}{s}}e in proofe and proud and very wo,
[12]   Before a ioy propo{s}d behind a dreame,
[13]       All this the world well knowes yet none knowes well,
[14]       To {{s}h}un the heauen that leads men to this hell.

[catchword] My
[page 59; signature H4r; inner forme 8; compositor B]
[running title] SONNETS.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     MY Mi{{s}t}res eyes are nothing like the Sunne,
[2]     Currall is farre more red,then her lips red,
[3]     If {s}now be white,why then her bre{{s}t}s are dun:
[4]     If haires be wiers,black wiers grow on her head:
[5]     I haue {s}eene Ro{s}es damaskt,red and white,
[6]     But no {s}uch Ro{s}es {s}ee I in her cheekes,
[7]     And in {s}ome perfumes is there more delight,
[8]     Then in the breath that from my Mi{{s}t}res reekes.
[9]     I loue to heare her {s}peake,yet well I know,
[10]   That Mu{{s}i}cke hath a farre more plea{{s}i}ng {s}ound:
[11]   I graunt I neuer {s}aw a godde{{s}{s}}e goe,
[12]   My Mi{{s}t}res when {{s}h}ee walkes treads on the ground.
[13]       And yet by heauen I thinke my loue as rare,
[14]       As any {{s}h}e beli'd with fal{s}e compare.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     THou art as tiranous,{s}o as thou art,
[2]     As tho{s}e who{s}e beauties proudly make them cruell;
[3]     For well thou know'{{s}t} to my deare doting hart
[4]     Thou art the faire{{s}t} and mo{{s}t} precious Iewell.
[5]     Yet in good faith {s}ome {s}ay that thee behold,
[6]     Thy face hath not the power to make loue grone;
[7]     To {s}ay they erre,I dare not be {s}o bold,
[8]     Although I {s}weare it to my {s}elfe alone.
[9]     And to be {s}ure that is not fal{s}e I {s}weare
[10]   A thou{s}and grones but thinking on thy face,
[11]   One on anothers necke do witne{{s}{s}}e beare
[12]   Thy blacke is faire{{s}t} in my iudgements place.
[13]       In nothing art thou blacke {s}aue in thy deeds,
[14]   And thence this {{s}l}aunder as I thinke proceeds.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     THine eies I loue,and they as pittying me,
[2]     Knowing thy heart torment me with di{s}daine,
[3]     Haue put on black,and louing mourners bee,
[4]     Looking with pretty ruth vpon my paine.

[catchword] And
[page 60; signature H4v; outer forme 8; compositor A and/or B]
[running title] SHAKE-SPEARES

[5]     And truly not the morning Sun of Heauen
[6]     Better becomes the gray cheeks of th'Ea{{s}t},
[7]     Nor that full Starre that v{{s}h}ers in the Eauen
[8]     Doth halfe that glory to the {s}ober We{{s}t}
[9]     As tho{s}e two morning eyes become thy face:
[10]   O let it then as well be{s}eeme thy heart
[11]   To mourne for me {{s}i}nce mourning doth thee grace,
[12]   And {s}ute thy pitty like in euery part.
[13]       Then will I {s}weare beauty her {s}elfe is blacke,
[14]       And all they foule that thy complexion lacke.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     BE{{s}h}rew that heart that makes my heart to groane
[2]     For that deepe wound it giues my friend and me;
[3]     I'{{s}t} not ynough to torture me alone,
[4]     But {{s}l}aue to {{s}l}auery my {s}weet'{{s}t} friend mu{{s}t} be.
[5]     Me from my {s}elfe thy cruell eye hath taken,
[6]     And my next {s}elfe thou harder ha{{s}t} ingro{{s}{s}}ed,
[7]     Of him,my {s}elfe,and thee I am for{s}aken,
[8]     A torment thrice three-fold thus to be cro{{s}{s}}ed :
[9]     Pri{s}on my heart in thy {{s}t}eele bo{s}omes warde,
[10]   But then my friends heart let my poore heart bale,
[11]   Who ere keepes me,let my heart be his garde,
[12]   Thou can{{s}t} not then v{s}e rigor in my Iaile.
[13]       And yet thou wilt,for I being pent in thee,
[14]       Perforce am thine and all that is in me.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     SO now I haue confe{{s}t} that he is thine,
[2]     And I my {s}elfe am morgag'd to thy will,
[3]     My {s}elfe Ile forfeit,{s}o that other mine,
[4]     Thou wilt re{{s}t}ore to be my comfort {{s}t}ill:
[5]     But thou wilt not,nor he will not be free,
[6]     For thou art couetous,and he is kinde,
[7]     He learnd but {s}uretie-like to write for me,
[8]     Vnder that bond that him as fa{{s}t} doth binde.
[9]     The {{s}t}atute of thy beauty thou wilt take,
[10]   Thou v{s}urer that put'{{s}t} forth all to v{s}e,

[catchword] And
[page 61; signature I1r; gathering 9; outer forme 9; compositor B]
[running title] SONNETS.

[11]   And {s}ue a friend,came debter for my {s}ake,
[12]   So him I loo{s}e through my vnkinde abu{s}e.
[13]       Him haue I lo{{s}t}, thou ha{{s}t} both him and me,
[14]       He paies the whole,and yet am I not free.

[rhyme: ababbcbcadadaa]

[1]     WHo euer hath her wi{{s}h},thou ha{{s}t} thy Will,
[2]     And Will too boote,and Will in ouer-plus,
[3]     More then enough am I that vexe thee {{s}t}ill,
[4]     To thy {s}weete will making addition thus.
[5]     Wilt thou who{s}e will is large and {s}patious,
[6]     Not once vouch{s}afe to hide my will in thine,
[7]     Shall will in others {s}eeme right gracious,
[8]     And in my will no faire acceptance {{s}h}ine:
[9]     The {s}ea all water,yet receiues raine {{s}t}ill,
[10]   And in aboundance addeth to his {{s}t}ore,
[11]   So thou beeing rich in Will adde to thy Will,
[12]   One will of mine to make thy large Will more.
[13]       Let no vnkinde,no faire be{s}eechers kill,
[14]       Thinke all but one,and me in that one Will.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefbb]

[1]     IF thy {s}oule check thee that I come {s}o neere,
[2]     Sweare to thy blind {s}oule that I was thy Will,
[3]     And will thy {s}oule knowes is admitted there,
[4]     Thus farre for loue, my loue-{s}ute {s}weet full{fi}ll.
[5]     Will, will ful{fi}ll the trea{s}ure of thy loue,
[6]     I {fi}ll it full with wils,and my will one,
[7]     In things of great receit with ea{s}e we prooue.
[8]     Among a number one is reckon'd none.
[9]     Then in the number let me pa{{s}{s}}e vntold,
[10]   Though in thy {{s}t}ores account I one mu{{s}t} be,
[11]   For nothing hold me,{s}o it plea{s}e thee hold,
[12]   That nothing me,a {s}ome-thing {s}weet to thee.
[13]       Make but my name thy loue,and loue that {{s}t}ill,
[14]       And then thou loue{{s}t} me for my name is Will.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     THou blinde foole loue,what doo{{s}t} thou to mine eyes,

[signature] I [catchword] That
[page 62; signature I1v; inner forme 9; compositor A and/or B]
[running title] SHAKE-SPEARES

[2]     That they behold and {s}ee not what they {s}ee :
[3]     They know what beautie is,{s}ee where it lyes,
[4]     Yet what the be{{s}t} is,take the wor{{s}t} to be.
[5]     If eyes corrupt by ouer-partiall lookes,
[6]     Be anchord in the baye where all men ride,
[7]     Why of eyes fal{s}ehood ha{{s}t} thou forged hookes,
[8]     Whereto the iudgement of my heart is tide ?
[9]     Why {{s}h}ould my heart thinke that a {s}euerall plot,
[10]   Which my heart knowes the wide worlds common place?
[11]   Or mine eyes {s}eeing this,{s}ay this is not
[12]   To put faire truth vpon {s}o foule a face,
[13]       In things right true my heart and eyes haue erred,
[14]       And to this fal{s}e plague are they now tran{s}ferred.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     WHen my loue {s}weares that {{s}h}e is made of truth,
[2]     I do beleeue her though I know {{s}h}e lyes,
[3]     That {{s}h}e might thinke me {s}ome vntuterd youth,
[4]     Vnlearned in the worlds fal{s}e {s}ubtilties.
[5]     Thus vainely thinking that {{s}h}e thinkes me young,
[6]     Although {{s}h}e knowes my dayes are pa{{s}t} the be{{s}t},
[7]     Simply I credit her fal{s}e {s}peaking tongue,
[8]     On both {{s}i}des thus is {{s}i}mple truth {s}uppre{{s}t} :
[9]     But wherefore {s}ayes {{s}h}e not {{s}h}e is vniu{{s}t} ?
[10]   And wherefore {s}ay not I that I am old?
[11]   O loues be{{s}t} habit is in {s}eeming tru{{s}t},
[12]   And age in loue,loues not t'haue yeares told.
[13]       Therefore I lye with her,and {{s}h}e with me,
[14]       And in our faults by lyes we {fl}attered be.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     O Call not me to iu{{s}t}i{fi}e the wrong,
[2]     That thy vnkindne{{s}{s}}e layes vpon my heart,
[3]     Wound me not with thine eye but with thy toung,
[4]     V{s}e power with power,and {{s}l}ay me not by Art,
[5]     Tell me thou lou'{{s}t} el{s}e-where;but in my {{s}i}ght,
[6]     Deare heart forbeare to glance thine eye a{{s}i}de,
[7]     What need{{s}t} thou wound with cunning when thy might

[catchword] Is
[page 63; signature I2r; inner forme 9; compositor B]
[running title] SONNETS.

[8]     Is more then my ore-pre{{s}t} defence can bide?
[9]     Let me excu{s}e thee,ah my loue well knowes,
[10]   Her prettie lookes haue beene mine enemies,
[11]   And therefore from my face {{s}h}e turnes my foes,
[12]   That they el{s}e-where might dart their iniuries :
[13]       Yet do not {s}o,but {{s}i}nce I am neere {{s}l}aine,
[14]       Kill me out-right with lookes,and rid my paine.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     BE wi{s}e as thou art cruell,do not pre{{s}{s}}e
[2]     My toung-tide patience with too much di{s}daine :
[3]     Lea{{s}t} {s}orrow lend me words and words expre{{s}{s}}e,
[4]     The manner of my pittie wanting paine.
[5]     If I might teach thee witte better it weare,
[6]     Though not to loue,yet loue to tell me {s}o,
[7]     As te{{s}t}ie {{s}i}ck-men when their deaths be neere,
[8]     No newes but health from their Phi{{s}i}tions know.
[9]     For if I {{s}h}ould di{s}paire I {{s}h}ould grow madde,
[10]   And in my madne{{s}{s}}e might {s}peake ill of thee,
[11]   Now this ill wre{{s}t}ing world is growne {s}o bad,
[12]   Madde {{s}l}anderers by madde eares beleeued be.
[13]       That I may not be {s}o, nor thou be lyde,
[14]       Beare thine eyes {{s}t}raight , though thy proud heart goe wide.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     IN faith I doe not loue thee with mine eyes,
[2]     For they in thee a thou{s}and errors note,
[3]     But 'tis my heart that loues what they di{s}pi{s}e,
[4]     Who in di{s}pight of view is plea{s}d to dote.
[5]     Nor are mine eares with thy toungs tune delighted,
[6]     Nor tender feeling to ba{s}e touches prone,
[7]     Nor ta{{s}t}e, nor {s}mell, de{{s}i}re to be inuited
[8]     To any {s}en{s}uall fea{{s}t} with thee alone:
[9]     But my {fi}ue wits,nor my {fi}ue {s}ences can
[10]   Di{s}wade one fooli{{s}h} heart from {s}eruing thee,
[11]   Who leaues vn{s}wai'd the likene{{s}{s}}e of a man,
[12]   Thy proud hearts {{s}l}aue and va{{s}{s}}all wretch to be :
[13]       Onely my plague thus farre I count my gaine,
[14]       That {{s}h}e that makes me {{s}i}nne,awards me paine.

[signature] I 2 [catchword] Loue
[page 64; signature I2v; outer forme 9; compositor B]
[running title] SHAKE-SPEARES

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     LOue is my {{s}i}nne,and thy deare vertue hate,
[2]     Hate of my {{s}i}nne,grounded on {{s}i}nfull louing,
[3]     O but with mine, compare thou thine owne {{s}t}ate ,
[4]     And thou {{s}h}alt {fi}nde it merrits not reproouing,
[5]     Or if it do , not from tho{s}e lips of thine,
[6]     That haue prophan'd their {s}carlet ornaments,
[7]     And {s}eald fal{s}e bonds of loue as oft as mine,
[8]     Robd others beds reuenues of their rents.
[9]     Be it lawfull I loue thee as thou lou'{{s}t} tho{s}e,
[10]   Whome thine eyes wooe as mine importune thee,
[11]   Roote pittie in thy heart that when it growes,
[12]   Thy pitty may de{s}erue to pittied bee.
[13]       If thou doo{{s}t} {s}eeke to haue what thou doo{{s}t} hide,
[14]       By {s}elfe example mai'{{s}t} thou be denide.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     LOe as a carefull hu{s}wife runnes to catch,
[2]     One of her fethered creatures broake away,
[3]     Sets downe her babe and makes all {s}wift di{s}patch
[4]     In pur{s}uit of the thing {{s}h}e would haue {{s}t}ay:
[5]     Whil{{s}t} her negle{ct}ed child holds her in chace,
[6]     Cries to catch her who{s}e bu{{s}i}e care is bent,
[7]     To follow that which {fl}ies before her face:
[8]     Not prizing her poore infants di{s}content;
[9]     So run{{s}t} thou after that which {fl}ies from thee,
[10]   Whil{{s}t} I thy babe chace thee a farre behind,
[11]   But if thou catch thy hope turne back to me:
[12]   And play the mothers part ki{{s}{s}}e me,be kind.
[13]       So will I pray that thou mai{{s}t} haue thy Will,
[14]       If thou turne back and my loude crying {{s}t}ill.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     TWo loues I haue of comfort and di{s}paire,
[2]     Which like two {s}pirits do {s}ugie{{s}t} me {{s}t}ill,
[3]     The better angell is a man right faire:
[4]     The wor{s}er {s}pirit a woman collour'd il.
[5]     To win me {s}oone to hell my femall euill,

[catchword] Tempteth
[page 65; signature I3r; outer forme 9; compositor A]
[running title] SONNETS.

[6]     Tempteth my better angel from my {{s}i}ght,
[7]     And would corrupt my {s}aint to be a diuel:
[8]     Wooing his purity with her fowle pride.
[9]     And whether that my angel be turn'd {fi}nde,
[10]   Su{s}pe{ct} I may,yet not dire{ct}ly tell,
[11]   But being both from me both to each friend,
[12]   I ge{{s}{s}}e one angel in an others hel.
[13]       Yet this {{s}h}al I nere know but liue in doubt,
[14]       Till my bad angel {fi}re my good one out.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     THo{s}e lips that Loues owne hand did make,
[2]     Breath'd forth the {s}ound that {s}aid I hate,
[3]     To me that langui{{s}h}t for her {s}ake:
[4]     But when {{s}h}e {s}aw my wofull {{s}t}ate,
[5]     Straight in her heart did mercie come,
[6]     Chiding that tongue that euer {s}weet,
[7]     Was v{s}de in giuing gentle dome:
[8]     And tought it thus a new to greete:
[9]     I hate {{s}h}e alterd with an end,
[10]   That follow'd it as gentle day,
[11]   Doth follow night who like a {fi}end
[12]   From heauen to hell is {fl}owne away.
[13]       I hate,from hate away {{s}h}e threw,
[14]       And {s}au'd my life {s}aying not you.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     POore {s}oule the center of my {{s}i}nfull earth,
[2]     My {{s}i}nfull earth the{s}e rebbell powres that thee array,
[3]     Why do{{s}t} thou pine within and {s}u{ff}er dearth
[4]     Painting thy outward walls {s}o co{{s}t}lie gay?
[5]     Why {s}o large co{{s}t} hauing {s}o {{s}h}ort a lea{s}e,
[6]     Do{{s}t} thou vpon thy fading man{{s}i}on {s}pend?
[7]     Shall wormes inheritors of this exce{{s}{s}}e
[8]     Eate vp thy charge? is this thy bodies end?
[9]     Then {s}oule liue thou vpon thy {s}eruants lo{{s}{s}}e,
[10]   And let that pine to aggrauat thy {{s}t}ore;
[11]   Buy tearmes diuine in {s}elling houres of dro{{s}{s}}e:

[signature] I 3 [catchword] Within
[page 66; signature I3v; inner forme 9; compositor B]
[running title] SHAKE-SPEARES

[12]   Within be fed, without be rich no more,
[13]       So {{s}h}alt thou feed on death,that feeds on men,
[14]       And death once dead,ther's no more dying then.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     MY loue is as a feauer longing {{s}t}ill,
[2]     For that which longer nur{s}eth the di{s}ea{s}e,
[3]     Feeding on that which doth pre{s}erue the ill,
[4]     Th'vncertaine {{s}i}cklie appetite to plea{s}e:
[5]     My rea{s}on the Phi{{s}i}tion to my loue,
[6]     Angry that his pre{s}criptions are not kept
[7]     Hath left me,and I de{s}perate now approoue,
[8]     De{{s}i}re is death,which Phi{{s}i}ck did except.
[9]     Pa{{s}t} cure I am,now Rea{s}on is pa{{s}t} care,
[10]   And frantick madde with euer-more vnre{{s}t},
[11]   My thoughts and my di{s}cour{s}e as mad mens are,
[12]   At randon from the truth vainely expre{{s}t}.
[13]       For I haue {s}worne thee faire,and thought thee bright,
[14]       Who art as black as hell,as darke as night.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     O Me ! what eyes hath loue put in my head,
[2]     Which haue no corre{s}pondence with true {{s}i}ght,
[3]     Or if they haue,where is my iudgment {fl}ed,
[4]     That cen{s}ures fal{s}ely what they {s}ee aright ?
[5]     If that be faire whereon my fal{s}e eyes dote,
[6]     What meanes the world to {s}ay it is not {s}o ?
[7]     If it be not,then loue doth well denote,
[8]     Loues eye is not {s}o true as all mens:no,
[9]     How can it? O how can loues eye be true,
[10]   That is {s}o vext with watching and with teares?
[11]   No maruaile then though I mi{{s}t}ake my view,
[12]   The {s}unne it {s}elfe {s}ees not,till heauen cleeres.
[13]       O cunning loue,with teares thou keep{{s}t} me blinde,
[14]       Lea{{s}t} eyes well {s}eeing thy foule faults {{s}h}ould {fi}nde.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     CAn{{s}t} thou O cruell,{s}ay I loue thee not,
[2]     When I again{{s}t} my {s}elfe with thee pertake :

[catchword] Doe
[page 67; signature I4r; inner forme 9; compositor A]
[running title] SONNETS.

[3]     Doe I not thinke on thee when I forgot
[4]     Am of my {s}elfe, all tirant for thy {s}ake?
[5]     Who hateth thee that I doe call my friend,
[6]     On whom froun'{{s}t} thou that I doe faune vpon,
[7]     Nay if thou lowr{{s}t} on me doe I not {s}pend
[8]     Reuenge vpon my {s}elfe with pre{s}ent mone?
[9]     What merrit do I in my {s}elfe re{s}pe{ct},
[10]   That is {s}o proude thy {s}eruice to di{s}pi{s}e,
[11]   When all my be{{s}t} doth wor{{s}h}ip thy defe{ct},
[12]   Commanded by the motion of thine eyes.
[13]       But loue hate on for now I know thy minde,
[14]       Tho{s}e that can {s}ee thou lou'{{s}t},and I am blind.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     OH from what powre ha{{s}t} thou this powrefull might,
[2]     {VV}ith in{s}u{ffi}ciency my heart to {s}way,
[3]     To make me giue the lie to my true {{s}i}ght,
[4]     And {s}were that brightne{{s}{s}}e doth not grace the day?
[5]     Whence ha{{s}t} thou this becomming of things il,
[6]     That in the very refu{s}e of thy deeds,
[7]     There is {s}uch {{s}t}rength and warranti{s}e of skill,
[8]     That in my minde thy wor{{s}t} all be{{s}t} exceeds?
[9]     Who taught thee how to make me loue thee more,
[10]   The more I heare and {s}ee iu{{s}t} cau{s}e of hate,
[11]   Oh though I loue what others doe abhor,
[12]   {VV}ith others thou {{s}h}ould{{s}t} not abhor my {{s}t}ate.
[13]       If thy vnworthine{{s}{s}}e rai{s}d loue in me,
[14]       More worthy I to be belou'd of thee.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     LOue is too young to know what con{s}cience is,
[2]     Yet who knowes not con{s}cience is borne of loue,
[3]     Then gentle cheater vrge not my ami{{s}{s}}e,
[4]     Lea{{s}t} guilty of my faults thy {s}weet {s}elfe proue.
[5]     For thou betraying me, I doe betray
[6]     My nobler part to my gro{s}e bodies trea{s}on,
[7]     My {s}oule doth tell my body that he may,
[8]     Triumph in loue,{fl}e{{s}h} {{s}t}aies no farther rea{s}on.

[catchword] But
[page 68; signature I4v; outer forme 9; compositor unknown]
[running title] SHAKE-SPEARES

[9]     But ry{{s}i}ng at thy name doth point out thee,
[10]   As his triumphant prize,proud of this pride,
[11]   He is contented thy poore drudge to be
[12]   To {{s}t}and in thy a{ff}aires,fall by thy {{s}i}de.
[13]       No want of con{s}cience hold it that I call,
[14]       Her loue,for who{s}e deare loue I ri{s}e and fall.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     IN louing thee thou know'{{s}t} I am for{s}worne,
[2]     But thou art twice for{s}worne to me loue {s}wearing,
[3]     In a{ct} thy bed-vow broake and new faith torne,
[4]     In vowing new hate after new loue bearing:
[5]     But why of two othes breach doe I accu{s}e thee,
[6]     When I breake twenty:I am periur'd mo{{s}t},
[7]     For all my vowes are othes but to mi{s}u{s}e thee:
[8]     And all my hone{{s}t} faith in thee is lo{{s}t}.
[9]     For I haue {s}worne deepe othes of thy deepe kindne{{s}{s}}e:
[10]   Othes of thy loue,thy truth,thy con{{s}t}ancie,
[11]   And to inlighten thee gaue eyes to blindne{{s}{s}}e,
[12]   Or made them {s}were again{{s}t} the thing they {s}ee.
[13]       For I haue {s}worne thee faire:more periurde eye,
[14]       To {s}were again{{s}t} the truth fo foule a lie.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     CVpid laid by his brand and fell a {{s}l}eepe,
[2]     A maide of Dyans this aduantage found,
[3]     And his loue-kindling {fi}re did quickly {{s}t}eepe
[4]     In a could vallie-fountaine of that ground:
[5]     Which borrowd from this holie {fi}re of loue,
[6]     A datele{{s}{s}}e liuely heat {{s}t}ill to indure,
[7]     And grew a {s}eething bath which yet men proue,
[8]     Again{{s}t} {{s}t}rang malladies a {s}oueraigne cure:
[9]     But at my mi{{s}t}res eie loues brand new {fi}red,
[10]   The boy for triall needes would touch my bre{{s}t},
[11]   I {{s}i}ck withall the helpe of bath de{{s}i}red,
[12]   And thether hied a {s}ad di{{s}t}emperd gue{{s}t}.
[13]       But found no cure,the bath for my helpe lies,
[14]       Where Cupid got new {fi}re;my mi{{s}t}res eye.

[catchword] I54
[page 69; signature K1r; gathering 10; outer forme 10; compositor unknown]
[running title] SONNETS.

[rhyme: ababcdcdefefgg]

[1]     THe little Loue-God lying once a {{s}l}eepe,
[2]     Laid by his {{s}i}de his heart in{fl}aming brand,
[3]     Whil{{s}t} many Nymphes that vou'd cha{{s}t} life to keep,
[4]     Came tripping by,but in her maiden hand,
[5]     The fayre{{s}t} votary tooke vp that {fi}re,
[6]     Which many Legions of true hearts had warm'd,
[7]     And {s}o the Generall of hot de{{s}i}re,
[8]     Was {{s}l}eeping by a Virgin hand di{s}arm'd.
[9]     This brand {{s}h}e quenched in a coole Well by,
[10]   Which from loues {fi}re tooke heat perpetuall,
[11]   Growing a bath and healthfull remedy,
[12]   For men di{s}ea{s}d,but I my Mi{{s}t}ri{{s}{s}}e thrall,
[13]       Came there for cure and this by that I proue,
[14]       Loues {fi}re heates water,water cooles not loue.

[signature] K [catchword] A
[page 70; signature K1v; inner forme 10; compositor unknown]

[rhyme ababbcc]
[stanza 1]

[1]     FRom o{ff} a hill who{s}e concaue wombe reworded,
[2]     A plaintfull {{s}t}ory from a {{s}i}{{s}t}ring vale
[3]     My {s}pirrits t'attend this doble voyce accorded,
[4]     And downe I laid to li{{s}t} the {s}ad tun'd tale,
[5]     Ere long e{s}pied a {fi}ckle maid full pale
[6]     Tearing of papers breaking rings a twaine,
[7]     Storming her world with {s}orrowes,wind and raine.

[stanza 2]

[8]     Vpon her head a plattid hiue of {{s}t}raw,
[9]     Which forti{fi}ed her vi{s}age from the Sunne,
[10]   Whereon the thought might thinke {s}ometime it {s}aw
[11]   The carkas of a beauty {s}pent and donne,
[12]   Time had not {{s}i}thed all that youth begun,
[13]   Nor youth all quit,but {s}pight of heauens fell rage,
[14]   Some beauty peept,through lettice of {s}ear'd age.

[stanza 3]

[15]     Oft did {{s}h}e heaue her Napkin to her eyne,
[16]     Which on it had conceited chare{ct}ers:
[17]     Laundring the {{s}i}lken {fi}gures in the brine,
[18]     That {s}ea{s}oned woe had pelleted in teares,
[19]     And often reading what contents it beares:
[20]     As often {{s}h}riking vndi{{s}t}ingui{{s}h}t wo,
[21]     In clamours of all {{s}i}ze both high and low.

[stanza 4]

[22]     Some-times her leueld eyes their carriage ride,
[23]     As they did battry to the {s}pheres intend:
[24]     Sometime diuerted their poore balls are tide,
[25]     To th'orbed earth ;{s}ometimes they do extend,
[26]     Their view right on, anon their ga{s}es lend,

[catchword] To
[page 71; signature K2r; inner forme 10; compositor B]
[running title] COMPLAINT

[27]     To euery place at once and no where {fi}xt,
[28]     The mind and {{s}i}ght di{{s}t}ra{ct}edly commxit.

[stanza 5]

[29]     Her haire nor loo{s}e nor ti'd in formall plat,
[30]     Proclaimd in her a carele{{s}{s}}e hand of pride;
[31]     For {s}ome vntuck'd de{s}cended her {{s}h}eu'd hat,
[32]     Hanging her pale and pined cheeke be{{s}i}de,
[33]     Some in her threeden {fi}llet {{s}t}ill did bide,
[34]     And trew to bondage would not breake from thence,
[35]     Though {{s}l}ackly braided in loo{s}e negligence.

[stanza 6]

[36]     A thou{s}and fauours from a maund {{s}h}e drew,
[37]     Of amber chri{{s}t}all and of bedded Iet,
[38]     Which one by one {{s}h}e in a riuer threw,
[39]     Vpon who{s}e weeping margent {{s}h}e was {s}et,
[40]     Like v{s}ery applying wet to wet,
[41]     Or Monarches hands that lets not bounty fall,
[42]     Where want cries {s}ome;but where exce{{s}{s}}e begs all.

[stanza 7]

[43]     Of folded {s}chedulls had {{s}h}e many a one,
[44]     Which {{s}h}e peru{s} d,{{s}i}ghd,tore and gaue the {fl}ud,
[45]     Crackt many a ring of Po{{s}i}ed gold and bone,
[46]     Bidding them {fi}nd their Sepulchers in mud,
[47]     Found yet mo letters {s}adly pend in blood,
[48]     With {{s}l}eided {{s}i}lke,feate and a{ff}e{ct}edly
[49]     En{s}wath'd and {s}eald to curious {s}ecrecy.

[stanza 8]

[50]     The{s}e often bath'd {{s}h}e in her {fl}uxiue eies,
[51]     And often ki{{s}t},and often gaue to teare,
[52]     Cried O fal{s}e blood thou regi{{s}t}er of lies,
[53]     What vnapproued witnes doo{{s}t} thou beare!
[54]     Inke would haue {s}eem'd more blacke and damned heare!
[55]     This {s}aid in top of rage the lines {{s}h}e rents,
[56]     Big di{s}content,{s}o breaking their contents.

[stanza 9]

[57]     A reuerend man that graz'd his cattell ny,

[signature] K 2 [catchword] Some-
[page 72; signature K2v; outer forme 10; compositor A and/or B]
[running title] A LOVERS

[58]     Sometime a blu{{s}t}erer that the ruf{fl}e knew
[59]     Of Court of Cittie,and had let go by
[60]     The {s}wifte{{s}t} houres ob{s}erued as they {fl}ew,
[61]     Towards this a{ffl}i{ct}ed fancy fa{{s}t}ly drew:
[62]     And priuiledg'd by age de{{s}i}res to know
[63]     In breefe the grounds and motiues of her wo.

[stanza 10]

[64]     So {{s}l}ides he downe vppon his greyned bat;
[65]     And comely di{{s}t}ant {{s}i}ts he by her {{s}i}de,
[66]     When hee againe de{{s}i}res her,being {s}atte,
[67]     Her greeuance with his hearing to deuide:
[68]     If that from him there may be ought applied
[69]     Which may her {s}u{ff}ering exta{{s}i}e a{{s}{s}}wage
[70]     Tis promi{{s}t} in the charitie of age =2E

[stanza 11]

[71]     Father {{s}h}e {s}aies,though in mee you behold
[72]     The iniury of many a bla{{s}t}ing houre;
[73]     Let it not tell your Iudgement I am old,
[74]     Not age,but {s}orrow,ouer me hath power;
[75]     I might as yet haue bene a {s}preading {fl}ower
[76]     Fre{{s}h} to my {s}elfe,if I had {s}elfe applyed
[77]     Loue to my {s}elfe,and to no Loue be{{s}i}de.

[stanza 12]

[78]     But wo is mee,too early I atttended
[79]     A youthfull {s}uit it was to gaine my grace;
[80]     O one by natures outwards {s}o commended,
[81]     That maidens eyes {{s}t}ucke ouer all his face,
[82]     Loue lackt a dwelling and made him her place.
[83]     And when in his faire parts {{s}h}ee didde abide,
[84]     Shee was new lodg'd and newly Dei{fi}ed.

[stanza 13]

[85]     His browny locks did hang in crooked curles,
[86]     And euery light occa{{s}i}on of the wind
[87]     Vpon his lippes their {{s}i}lken parcels hurles,
[88]     Whats {s}weet to do,to do wil aptly {fi}nd,
[89]     Each eye that {s}aw him did inchaunt the minde:

[catchword] For
[page 73; signature K3r; outer forme 10; compositor A and/or B]
[running title] COMPLAINT

[90]     For on his vi{s}age was in little drawne,
[91]     What largene{{s}{s}}e thinkes in parradi{s}e was {s}awne.

[stanza 14]

[92]     Smal {{s}h}ew of man was yet vpon his chinne,
[93]     His phenix downe began but to appeare
[94]     Like vn{{s}h}orne veluet,on that termle{{s}{s}}e skin
[95]     Who{s}e bare out-brag'd the web it {s}eem'd to were.
[96]     Yet {{s}h}ewed his vi{s}age by that co{{s}t} more deare,
[97]     And nice a{ff}e{ct}ions wauering {{s}t}ood in doubt
[98]     If be{{s}t} were as it was,or be{{s}t} without.

[stanza 15]

[99]     His qualities were beautious as his forme,
[100]     For maiden tongu'd he was and thereof free;
[101]     Yet if men mou'd him,was he {s}uch a {{s}t}orme
[102]     As oft twixt May and Aprill is to {s}ee,
[103]     When windes breath {s}weet,vnruly though they bee.
[104]     His rudene{{s}{s}}e {s}o with his authoriz'd youth,
[105]     Did liuery fal{s}ene{{s}{s}}e in a pride of truth.

[stanza 16]

[106]     Wel could hee ride, and often men would {s}ay
[107]     That hor{s}e his mettell from his rider takes
[108]     Proud of {s}ubie{ct}ion,noble by the {s}waie,
[109]     What rounds,what bounds,what cour{s}e what {{s}t}op he makes
[110]     And controuer{{s}i}e hence a que{{s}t}ion takes,
[111]     Whether the hor{s}e by him became his deed,
[112]     Or he his mannad'g,by'th wel doing Steed.

[stanza 17]

[113]     But quickly on this {{s}i}de the verdi{ct} went,
[114]     His reall habitude gaue life and grace
[115]     To appertainings and to ornament,
[116]     Accompli{{s}h}t in him-{s}elfe not in his ca{s}e:
[117]     All ayds them-{s}elues made fairer by their place,
[118]     Can for addicions,yet their purpo{s}'d trimme
[119]     Peec'd not his grace but were al grac'd by him.

[stanza 18]

[120]     So on the tip of his {s}ubduing tongue

[signature] K 3 [catchword] All
[page 74; signature K3v; inner forme 10; compositor A and/or B]
[running title] A LOVERS

[121]     All kinde of arguments and que{{s}t}ion deepe,
[122]     Al replication prompt,and rea{s}on {{s}t}rong
[123]     For his aduantage {{s}t}ill did wake and {{s}l}eep,
[124]     To make the weeper laugh,the laugher weepe:
[125]     He hadthe diale{ct} and di{ff}erent skil,
[126]     Catching al pa{{s}{s}i}ons in his craft of will.

[stanza 19]

[127]     That hee didde in the general bo{s}ome raigne
[128]     Of young, of old,and {s}exes both inchanted,
[129]     To dwel with him in thoughts,or to remaine
[130]     In per{s}onal duty,following where he haunted,
[131]     Con{s}ent's bewitcht , ere he de{{s}i}re haue granted,
[132]     And dialogu'd for him what he would {s}ay,
[133]     Askt their own wils and made their wils obey.

[stanza 20]

[134]     Many there were that did his pi{ct}ure gette
[135]     To {s}erue their eies,and in it put their mind,
[136]     Like fooles that in th' imagination {s}et
[137]     The goodly obie{ct}s which abroad they {fi}nd
[138]     Of lands and man{{s}i}ons,theirs in thought a{{s}{s}i}gn'd,
[139]     And labouring in moe plea{s}ures to be{{s}t}ow them,
[140]     Then the true gouty Land-lord which doth owe them.

[stanza 21]

[141]     So many haue that neuer toucht his hand
[142]     Sweetly {s}uppo{s}'d them mi{{s}t}re{{s}{s}}e of his heart:
[143]     My wofull {s}elfe that did in freedome {{s}t}and,
[144]     And was my owne fee {{s}i}mple(not in part)
[145]     What with his art in youth and youth in art
[146]     Threw my a{ff}e{ct}ions in his charmed power,
[147]     Re{s}eru'd the {{s}t}alke and gaue him al my {fl}ower.

[stanza 22]

[148]     Yet did I not as {s}ome my equals did
[149]     Demaund of him,nor being de{{s}i}red yeelded,
[150]     Finding my {s}elfe in honour {s}o forbidde,
[151]     With {s}afe{{s}t} di{{s}t}ance I mine honour {{s}h}eelded,
[152]     Experience for me many bulwarkes builded

[catchword] Of
[page 75; signature K4r; inner forme 10; compositor B-like]
[running title] COMPLAINT.

[153]     Of proofs new bleeding which remaind the foile
[154]     Of this fal{s}e Iewell,and his amorous {s}poile.

[stanza 23]

[155]     But ah who euer {{s}h}un'd by precedent,
[156]     The de{{s}t}in'd ill {{s}h}e mu{{s}t} her {s}elfe a{{s}{s}}ay,
[157]     Or forc'd examples gain{{s}t} her owne content
[158]     To put the by-pa{{s}t} perrils in her way?
[159]     Coun{s}aile may {{s}t}op a while what will not {{s}t}ay:
[160]     For when we rage,adui{s}e is often {s}eene
[161]     By blunting vs to make our wits more keene.

[stanza 24]

[162]     Nor giues it {s}atisfa{ct}ion to our blood,
[163]     That wee mu{{s}t} curbe it vppon others proofe,
[164]     To be forbod the {s}weets that {s}eemes {s}o good,
[165]     For feare of harmes that preach in our behoofe;
[166]     O appetite from iudgement {{s}t}and aloofe!
[167]     The one a pallate hath that needs will ta{{s}t}e,
[168]     Though rea{s}on weepe and cry it is thy la{{s}t}.

[stanza 25]

[169]     For further I could {s}ay this mans vntrue,
[170]     And knew the patternes of his foule beguiling,
[171]     Heard where his plants in others Orchards grew,
[172]     Saw how deceits were guilded in his {s}miling,
[173]     Knew vowes,wer e euer brokers to de{fi}ling,
[174]     Thought Chara{ct}ers and words meerly but art,
[175]     And ba{{s}t}ards of his foule adulterat heart.

[stanza 26]

[176]     And long vpon the{s}e termes I held my Citty,
[177]     Till thus hee gan be{{s}i}ege me :Gentle maid
[178]     Haue of my {s}u{ff}ering youth {s}ome feeling pitty
[179]     And be not of my holy vowes a{ff}raid,
[180]     Thats to ye {s}worne to none was euer {s}aid,
[181]     For fea{{s}t}s of loue I haue bene call'd vnto
[182]     Till now did nere inuite nor neuer vo{vv}.

[stanza 27]

[183]     All my o{ff}ences that abroad you {s}ee

[signature] K 4 [catchword] Are
[page 76; signature K4v; outer forme 10; compositor B]
[running title] A LOVERS

[184]     Are errors of the blood none of the mind:
[185]     Loue made them not,with a{ct}ure they may be,
[186]     Where neither Party is nor trew nor kind,
[187]     They {s}ought their {{s}h}ame that {s}o their {{s}h}ame did {fi}nd,
[188]     And {s}o much le{{s}{s}}e of {{s}h}ame in me remaines,
[189]     By how much of me their reproch containes,

[stanza 28]

[190]     Among the many that mine eyes haue {s}eene,
[191]     Not one who{s}e {fl}ame my hart {s}o much as warmed,
[192]     Or my a{ff}e{ct}ion put to th, {s}malle{{s}t} teene,
[193]     Or any of my lei{s}ures euer Charmed,
[194]     Harme haue I done to them but nere was harmed,
[195]     Kept hearts in liueries,but mine owne was free,
[196]     And raignd commaunding in his monarchy.

[stanza 29]

[197]     Looke heare what tributes wounded fancies {s}ent me,
[198]     Of palyd pearles and rubies red as blood:
[199]     Figuring that they their pa{{s}{s}i}ons likewi{s}e lent me
[200]     Of greefe and blu{{s}h}es, aptly vnder{{s}t}ood
[201]     In bloodle{{s}{s}}e white,and the encrim{s}on'd mood,
[202]     E{ff}e{ct}s of terror and deare mode{{s}t}y,
[203]     Encampt in hearts but {fi}ghting outwardly.

[stanza 30]

[204]     And Lo behold the{s}e tallents of their heir,
[205]     With twi{{s}t}ed mettle amorou{{s}l}y empleacht
[206]     I haue receau'd from many a {s}eueral faire,
[207]     Their kind acceptance, wepingly be{s}eecht,
[208]     With th'annexions of faire gems inricht,
[209]     And deepe brain'd {s}onnets that did ampli{fi}e
[210]     Each {{s}t}ones deare Nature,worth and quallity.

[stanza 31]

[211]     The Diamond?why twas beautifull and hard,
[212]     Whereto his inui{s}'d properties did tend,
[213]     The deepe greene Emrald in who{s}e fre{{s}h} regard,
[214]     Weake {{s}i}ghts their {{s}i}ckly radience do amend.
[215]     The heauen hewd Saphir and the Opall blend

[catchword] With
[page 77; signature L1r; gathering 11; outer forme 11; compositor A]
[running title] COMPLAINT.

[216]     With obie{ct}s manyfold ; each {s}euerall {{s}t}one,
[217]     With wit well blazond {s}mil'd or made {s}ome mone.

[stanza 32]

[218]     Lo all the{s}e trophies of a{ff}e{ct}ions hot,
[219]     Of pen{{s}i}u'd and {s}ubdew'd de{{s}i}res the tender,
[220]     Nature hath chargd me that I hoord them not,
[221]     But yeeld them vp where I my {s}elfe mu{{s}t} render:
[222]     That is to you my origin and ender:
[223]     For the{s}e of force mu{{s}t} your oblations be,
[224]     Since I their Aulter, you en patrone me.

[stanza 33]

[225]     Oh then aduance(of yours) that phra{s}eles hand,
[226]     Who{s}e white weighes downe the airy {s}cale of prai{s}e,
[227]     Take all the{s}e {{s}i}milies to your owne command,
[228]     Hollowed with {{s}i}ghes that burning lunges did rai{s}e:
[229]     What me your mini{{s}t}er for you obaies
[230]     Workes vnder you,and to your audit comes
[231]     Their di{{s}t}ra{ct} parcells,in combined {s}ummes.

[stanza 34]

[232]     Lo this deuice was {s}ent me from a Nun,
[231]     Or Si{{s}t}er {s}an{ct}i{fi}ed of holie{{s}t} note,
[232]     Which late her noble {s}uit in court did {{s}h}un,
[233]     Who{s}e rare{{s}t} hauings made the blo{{s}{s}}oms dote,
[234]     For {{s}h}e was {s}ought by {s}pirits of ritche{{s}t} cote,
[235]     But kept cold di{s}tance,and did thence remoue,
[236]     To {s}pend her liuing in eternall loue.

[stanza 35]

[237]     But oh my {s}weet what labour i{{s}t} to leaue,
[238]     The thing we haue not,ma{{s}t}ring what not {{s}t}riues,
[239]     Playing the Place which did no forme receiue ,
[240]     Playing patient {s}ports in vncon{{s}t}raind giues,
[241]     She that her fame {s}o to her {s}elfe contriues,
[242]     The {s}carres of battaile {s}capeth by the {fl}ight,
[243]     And makes her ab{s}ence valiant,not her might.

[stanza 36]

[244]     Oh pardon me in that my boa{{s}t} is true,

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[245]     The accident which brought me to her eie,
[246]     Vpon the moment did her force {s}ubdewe,
[247]     And now {{s}h}e would the caged cloi{{s}t}er {fl}ie:
[248]     Religious loue put out religions eye:
[249]     Not to be tempted would {{s}h}e be enur'd,
[250]     And now to tempt all liberty procure.

[stanza 37]

[251]     How mightie then you are, Oh heare me tell,
[252]     The broken bo{s}oms that to me belong,
[253]     Haue emptied all their fountaines in my well:
[254]     And mine I powre your Ocean all amonge:
[255]     I {{s}t}rong ore them and you ore me being {{s}t}rong,
[256]     Mu{{s}t} for your vi{ct}orie vs all conge{{s}t},
[257]     As compound loue to phi{{s}i}ck your cold bre{{s}t}.

[stanza 38]

[258]     My parts had powre to charme a {s}acred Sunne,
[259]     Who di{s}ciplin'd I dieted in grace,
[260]     Beleeu'd her eies,when they t' a{{s}{s}}aile begun,
[261]     All vowes and con{s}ecrations giuing place:
[262]     O mo{{s}t} potentiall loue,vowe, bond,nor {s}pace
[263]     In thee hath neither {{s}t}ing,knot,nor con{fi}ne
[264]     For thou art all and all things els are thine.

[stanza 39]

[265]     When thou impre{{s}{s}}e{{s}t} what are precepts worth
[266]     Of {{s}t}ale example?when thou wilt in{fl}ame,
[267]     How coldly tho{s}e impediments {{s}t}and forth
[268]     Of wealth of {fi}lliall feare,lawe, kindred fame,
[269]     Loues armes are peace , gain{{s}t} rule , gain{{s}t} {s}ence , gain{{s}t} {{s}h}ame
[270]     And {s}weetens in the {s}u{ff}ring pangues it beares,
[271]     The Alloes of all forces, {{s}h}ockes and feares.

[stanza 40]

[272]     Now all the{s}e hearts that doe on mine depend,
[273]     Feeling it breake,with bleeding groanes they pine,
[274]     And {s}upplicant their {{s}i}ghes to you extend
[275]     To leaue the battrie that you make gain{{s}t} mine,
[276]     Lending {s}oft audience, to my {s}weet de{{s}i}gne,

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[277]     And credent {s}oule,to that {{s}t}rong bonded oth,
[278]     That {{s}h}all preferre and vndertake my troth.

[stanza 41]

[279]     This {s}aid,his watrie eies he did di{s}mount,
[280]     Who{s}e {{s}i}ghtes till then were leaueld on my face,
[281]     Each cheeke a riuer running from a fount,
[282]     With bryni{{s}h} currant downe-ward {fl}owed a pace:
[283]     Oh how the channell to the {{s}t}reame gaue grace!
[284]     Who glaz'd with Chri{{s}t}all gate the glowing Ro{s}es,
[285]     That {fl}ame through water which their hew inclo{s}es,

[stanza 42]

[286]     Oh father,what a hell of witch-craft lies,
[287]     In the {s}mall orb of one perticular teare?
[288]     But with the invndation of the eies:
[289]     What rocky heart to water will not weare?
[290]     What bre{{s}t} {s}o cold that is not warmed heare,
[291]     Or cleft e{ff}e{ct},cold mode{{s}t}y hot wrath:
[292]     Both {fi}re from hence,and chill extin{ct}ure hath.

[stanza 43]

[293]     For loe his pa{{s}{s}i}on but an art of craft,
[294]     Euen there re{s}olu'd my rea{s}on into teares,
[295]     There my white {{s}t}ole of cha{{s}t}ity I daft,
[296]     Shooke o{ff} my {s}ober gardes,and ciuill feares,
[297]     Appeare to him as he to me appeares:
[298]     All melting,though our drops this di{ff}rence bore,
[299]     His poi{s}on'd me, and mine did him re{{s}t}ore.

[stanza 44]

[300]     In him a plenitude of {s}ubtle matter,
[301]     Applied to Cautills,all {{s}t}raing formes receiues,
[302]     Of burning blu{{s}h}es,or of weeping water,
[303]     Or {s}ounding palene{{s}{s}}e : and he takes and leaues,
[304]     In eithers aptne{{s}{s}}e as it be{{s}t} deceiues:
[305]     To blu{{s}h} at {s}peeches ranck , to weepe at woes
[306]     Or to turne white and {s}ound at tragick {{s}h}owes.

[stanza 45]

[307]     That not a heart which in his leuell came,

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[308]     Could {s}cape the haile of his all hurting ayme,
[309]     Shewing faire Nature is both kinde and tame :
[310]     And vaild in them did winne whom he would maime,
[311]     Again{{s}t} the thing he {s}ought,he would exclaime,
[312]     When he mo{{s}t} burnt in hart-wi{{s}h}t luxurie,
[313]     He preacht pure maide,and prai{s}d cold cha{{s}t}itie.

[stanza 46]

[314]     Thus meerely with the garment of a grace,
[315]     The naked and concealed feind he couerd,
[316]     That th'vnexperient gaue the tempter place,
[317]     Which like a Cherubin aboue them houerd,
[318]     Who young and {{s}i}mple would not be {s}o louerd.
[319]     Aye me I fell,and yet do que{{s}t}ion make,
[320]     What I {{s}h}ould doe againe for {s}uch a {s}ake.

[stanza 47]

[321]     O that infe{ct}ed moy{{s}t}ure of his eye,
[322]     O that fal{s}e {fi}re which in his cheeke {s}o glowd :
[323]     O that forc'd thunder from his heart did {fl}ye,
[324]     O that {s}ad breath his {s}pungie lungs be{{s}t}owed,
[325]     O all that borrowed motion {s}eeming owed,
[326]     Would yet againe betray the fore-betrayed,
[327]     And new peruert a reconciled Maide.