Shakespeares Sonnets | Page 8

to make one twain,?By praising him here who doth hence remain.
XL
Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all;?What hast thou then more than thou hadst before??No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call;?All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more.?Then, if for my love, thou my love receivest,?I cannot blame thee, for my love thou usest;?But yet be blam'd, if thou thy self deceivest?By wilful taste of what thyself refusest.?I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief,?Although thou steal thee all my poverty:?And yet, love knows it is a greater grief?To bear greater wrong, than hate's known injury.?Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows,?Kill me with spites yet we must not be foes.
XLI
Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits,?When I am sometime absent from thy heart,?Thy beauty, and thy years full well befits,?For still temptation follows where thou art.?Gentle thou art, and therefore to be won,?Beauteous thou art, therefore to be assail'd;?And when a woman woos, what woman's son?Will sourly leave her till he have prevail'd??Ay me! but yet thou mightst my seat forbear,?And chide thy beauty and thy straying youth,?Who lead thee in their riot even there?Where thou art forced to break a twofold truth:--?Hers by thy beauty tempting her to thee,?Thine by thy beauty being false to me.
XLII
That thou hast her it is not all my grief,?And yet it may be said I loved her dearly;?That she hath thee is of my wailing chief,?A loss in love that touches me more nearly.?Loving offenders thus I will excuse ye:?Thou dost love her, because thou know'st I love her;?And for my sake even so doth she abuse me,?Suffering my friend for my sake to approve her.?If I lose thee, my loss is my love's gain,?And losing her, my friend hath found that loss;?Both find each other, and I lose both twain,?And both for my sake lay on me this cross:?But here's the joy; my friend and I are one;?Sweet flattery! then she loves but me alone.
XLIII
When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,?For all the day they view things unrespected;?But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,?And darkly bright, are bright in dark directed.?Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,?How would thy shadow's form form happy show?To the clear day with thy much clearer light,?When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so!?How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made?By looking on thee in the living day,?When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade?Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!?All days are nights to see till I see thee,?And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.
XLIV
If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,?Injurious distance should not stop my way;?For then despite of space I would be brought,?From limits far remote, where thou dost stay.?No matter then although my foot did stand?Upon the farthest earth remov'd from thee;?For nimble thought can jump both sea and land,?As soon as think the place where he would be.?But, ah! thought kills me that I am not thought,?To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone,?But that so much of earth and water wrought,?I must attend, time's leisure with my moan;?Receiving nought by elements so slow?But heavy tears, badges of either's woe.
XLV
The other two, slight air, and purging fire?Are both with thee, wherever I abide;?The first my thought, the other my desire,?These present-absent with swift motion slide.?For when these quicker elements are gone?In tender embassy of love to thee,?My life, being made of four, with two alone?Sinks down to death, oppress'd with melancholy;?Until life's composition be recur'd?By those swift messengers return'd from thee,?Who even but now come back again, assur'd,?Of thy fair health, recounting it to me:?This told, I joy; but then no longer glad,?I send them back again, and straight grow sad.
XLVI
Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war,?How to divide the conquest of thy sight;?Mine eye my heart thy picture's sight would bar,?My heart mine eye the freedom of that right.?My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie,--?A closet never pierc'd with crystal eyes--?But the defendant doth that plea deny,?And says in him thy fair appearance lies.?To side this title is impannelled?A quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart;?And by their verdict is determined?The clear eye's moiety, and the dear heart's part:?As thus; mine eye's due is thy outward part,?And my heart's right, thy inward love of heart.
XLVII
Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,?And each doth good turns now unto the other:?When that mine eye is famish'd for a look,?Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,?With my love's picture then my eye doth feast,?And to the painted banquet bids my heart;?Another time mine eye is my heart's guest,?And in his thoughts of love doth share a part:?So, either by thy picture