The Sonnets | Page 7

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35?No more be grieved at that which thou hast done,?Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud,?Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,?And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.?All men make faults, and even I in this,?Authorizing thy trespass with compare,?My self corrupting salving thy amiss,?Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are:?For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense,?Thy adverse party is thy advocate,?And 'gainst my self a lawful plea commence:?Such civil war is in my love and hate,?That I an accessary needs must be,?To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.
36?Let me confess that we two must be twain,?Although our undivided loves are one:?So shall those blots that do with me remain,?Without thy help, by me be borne alone.?In our two loves there is but one respect,?Though in our lives a separable spite,?Which though it alter not love's sole effect,?Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love's delight.?I may not evermore acknowledge thee,?Lest my bewailed guilt should do thee shame,?Nor thou with public kindness honour me,?Unless thou take that honour from thy name:?But do not so, I love thee in such sort,?As thou being mine, mine is thy good report.
37?As a decrepit father takes delight,?To see his active child do deeds of youth,?So I, made lame by Fortune's dearest spite?Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth.?For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit,?Or any of these all, or all, or more?Entitled in thy parts, do crowned sit,?I make my love engrafted to this store:?So then I am not lame, poor, nor despised,?Whilst that this shadow doth such substance give,?That I in thy abundance am sufficed,?And by a part of all thy glory live:?Look what is best, that best I wish in thee,?This wish I have, then ten times happy me.
38?How can my muse want subject to invent?While thou dost breathe that pour'st into my verse,?Thine own sweet argument, too excellent,?For every vulgar paper to rehearse??O give thy self the thanks if aught in me,?Worthy perusal stand against thy sight,?For who's so dumb that cannot write to thee,?When thou thy self dost give invention light??Be thou the tenth Muse, ten times more in worth?Than those old nine which rhymers invocate,?And he that calls on thee, let him bring forth?Eternal numbers to outlive long date.?If my slight muse do please these curious days,?The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise.
39?O how thy worth with manners may I sing,?When thou art all the better part of me??What can mine own praise to mine own self bring:?And what is't but mine own when I praise thee??Even for this, let us divided live,?And our dear love lose name of single one,?That by this separation I may give:?That due to thee which thou deserv'st alone:?O absence what a torment wouldst thou prove,?Were it not thy sour leisure gave sweet leave,?To entertain the time with thoughts of love,?Which time and thoughts so sweetly doth deceive.?And that thou teachest how to make one twain,?By praising him here who doth hence remain.
40?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 blamed, if thou thy self deceivest?By wilful taste of what thy self 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.
41?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 assailed.?And when a woman woos, what woman's son,?Will sourly leave her till he have prevailed??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.
42?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,?Suff'ring 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