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  89112, 127134.     (6)

 



 



 ,2019



ISBN978-5-4496-5085-6 (. 6)

ISBN978-5-4496-3971-4

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		Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,
		And Iwill comment upon that offence;
		Speak ofmy lameness, and Istraight will halt,
		Against thy reasons making no defence.
		Thou canst not (love) disgrace me half soill,
		Toset aform upon desired change,
		As Ill myself disgrace, knowing thy will:
		Iwill acquaintance strangle and look strange,
		Be absent from thy walks, and inmy tongue
		Thy sweet beloved name no more shall dwell,
		Lest I(too much profane) should do it wrong,
		And haply ofour old acquaintance tell.
		For thee, against myself Ill vow debate,
		For Imust neer love him whom thou dost hate.

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		Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever,now
		Now while the world is bent my deeds tocross,
		Join with the spite ofFortune, make mebow,
		And do not drop infor an after-loss.
		Ah do not, when my heart has scaped this sorrow,
		Come inthe rearward ofaconqueredwoe;
		Give not awindy night arainy morrow,
		Tolinger out apurposed overthrow.
		If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last,
		When other petty griefs have done their spite,
		But inthe onset come; so shall Itaste
		At first the very worst ofFortunes might;
		And other strains ofwoe, which now seemwoe,
		Compared with loss ofthee, will not seemso.

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		Some glory intheir birth, some intheir skill,
		Some intheir wealth, some intheir bodys force,
		Some intheir garments, though new-fangledill,
		Some intheir hawks and hounds, some intheir horse;
		And every humour hath his adjunct pleasure,
		Wherein it finds ajoy above the rest;
		But these particulars are not my measure:
		All these Ibetter inone general best.
		Thy love is better than high birth tome,
		Richer that wealth, prouder than garments cost,
		Ofmore delight than hawks and horsesbe;
		And having thee, ofall mens pride Iboast:
		Wretched inthis alone, that thou maysttake
		All this away, and me most wretched make.

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		 92.  
		But do thy worst tosteal thyself away,
		For term oflife thou art assured mine,
		And life no longer than thy love will stay,
		For it depends upon that love ofthine.
		Then need Inot tofear the worst ofwrongs,
		When inthe least ofthem my life hathend;
		Isee abetter state tome belongs
		Than that which on thy humour doth depend.
		Thou canst not vex me with inconstant mind,
		Since that my life on that revolt dothlie.
		Πwhat ahappy title do Ifind,
		Happy tohave thy love, happy todie!
		But whats so blessed-fair that fears no blot?
		Thou mayst be false, and yet Iknow itnot.

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		 93.  
		So shall Ilive, supposing thou art true,
		Like adeceived husband; so lovesface
		May still seem love tome, though alterednew;
		Thy looks with me, thy heart inother place:
		For there can live no hatred inthineeye,
		Therefore inthat Icannot know thy change.
		Inmanys looks, the false hearts history
		Is writ inmoods and frowns and wrinkles strange,
		But heaven inthy creation did decree
		That inthy face sweet love should ever dwell;
		What eer thy thoughts or thy hearts workingsbe,
		Thy looks should nothing thence but sweetness tell.
		How like Eves apple doth thy beauty grow,
		If thy sweet virtue answer not thy show!

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		They that have powr tohurt, and will do none,
		That do not do the thing they most do show,
		Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,
		Unmoved, cold, and totemptation slow
		They rightly do inherit heavens graces,
		And husband natures riches from expense;
		They are the lords and owners oftheir faces,
		Others but stewards oftheir excellence.
		The summers flowr is tothe summer sweet,
		Though toitself it only live anddie,
		But if that flowr with base infection meet,
		The basest weed outbraves his dignity:
		For sweetest things turn sourest bytheir deeds;
		Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.

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		How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
		Which, like acanker inthe fragrant rose,
		Doth spot the beauty ofthy budding name!
		Πinwhat sweets dost thou thy sins inclose!
		That tongue that tells the story ofthydays
		(Making lascivious comments on thy sport)
		Cannot dispraise, but inakind ofpraise,
		Naming thy name, blesses an ill report.
		Πwhat amansion have those vicesgot
		Which for their habitation chose out thee,
		Where beautys veil doth cover every blot,
		And all things turns tofair that eyes cansee!
		Take heed (dear heart) ofthis large privilege:
		The hardest knife ill used doth lose its edge.

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		Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness,
		Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport;
		Both grace and faults are loved ofmore and less:
		Thou makst faults graces that tothee resort.
		As on afinger ofathroned queen
		The basest jewel will be well esteemed,
		So are those errors that inthee areseen
		Totruths translated, and for true things deemed.
		How many lambs might the stern wolf betray,
		If like alamb he could his looks translate!
		How many gazers mightst thou lead away,
		If thou wouldst use the strength ofall thy state!
		But do not so; Ilove thee insuch sort,
		As thou being mine, mine is thy good report.

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		 97.  
		How like awinter hath my absencebeen
		From thee, the pleasure ofthe fleeting year!
		What freezings have Ifelt, what dark days seen!
		What old Decembers bareness every where!
		And yet this time removed was summers time,
		The teeming autumn big with rich increase,
		Bearing the wanton burthen ofthe prime,
		Like widowed wombs after their lords decease:
		Yet this abundant issue seemd tome
		But hope oforphans, and unfathered fruit,
		For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
		And thou away, the very birds are mute;
		Or if they sing, tis with so dull acheer
		That leaves look pale, dreading the winters near.

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   97  98    ,    , ,  ,  :    ࠖ Yet seemed it winter still, and, you away.

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		 98.  
		From you have Ibeen absent inthe spring,
		When proud-pied April (dressed inall his trim)
		Hath put aspirit ofyouth inevery thing,
		That heavy Saturn laughed and leapt withhim.
		Yet nor the lays ofbirds, nor the sweet smell
		Ofdifferent flowers inodour and inhue,
		Could make me any summers story tell,
		Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew:
		Nor did Iwonder at the lilys white,
		Nor praise the deep vermilion inthe rose;
		They were but sweet, but figures ofdelight,
		Drawn after you, you pattern ofall those.
		Yet seemed it winter still, and, you away,
		As with your shadow Iwith these did play.

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		The forward violet thus did Ichide:
		Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells,
		If not from my loves breath? The purple pride
		Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells
		Inmy loves veins thou hast too grossly dyed.
		The lily Icondemned for thy hand,
		And buds ofmarjoram had stoln thy hair;
		The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,
		One blushing shame, another white despair;
		Athird, nor red nor white, had stoln ofboth,
		And tohis robbry had annexed thy breath,
		But for his theft inpride ofall his growth
		Avengeful canker eat him up todeath.
		More flowers Inoted, yet Inone couldsee
		But sweet or colour it had stoln from thee.

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		Where art thou, Muse, that thou forgetst solong
		Tospeak ofthat which gives thee all thy might?
		Spendst thou thy fury on some worthless song,
		Darkning thy powr tolend base subjects light?
		Return, forgetful Muse, and straight redeem
		Ingentle numbers time so idly spent;
		Sing tothe ear that doth thy lays esteem
		And gives thy pen both skill and argument.
		Rise, resty Muse, my loves sweet face survey,
		If Time have any wrinkle graven there;
		If any, be asatire todecay,
		And make Times spoils despised every where.
		Give my love fame faster than Time wastes life;
		So thou preventst his scythe and crooked knife.

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		Πtruant Muse, what shall be thy amends
		For thy neglect oftruth inbeauty dyed?
		Both truth and beauty on my love depends;
		So dost thou too, and therein dignified.
		Make answer, Muse, wilt thou not haplysay,
		Truth needs no colour with his colour fixed,
		Beauty no pencil, beautys truth tolay;
		But best is best, if never intermixed?
		Because he needs no praise, wilt thou be dumb?
		Excuse not silence so, fort lies inthee
		Tomake him much outlive agilded tomb,
		And tobe praised ofages yet tobe.
		Then do thy office, Muse; Iteach theehow
		Tomake him seem long hence as he showsnow.

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    ,     ,    :   ,  䠖 ,  堖   䠖 My love is strengthned, though more weak inseeming; Ilove not less, though less the show appear.

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		 102.  
		My love is strengthned, though more weak inseeming;
		Ilove not less, though less the show appear:
		That love is merchandised whose rich esteeming
		The owners tongue doth publish every where.
		Our love was new, and then but inthe spring,
		When Iwas wont togreet it with my lays,
		As Philomel insummers front doth sing,
		And stops his pipe ingrowth ofriper days:
		Not that the summer is less pleasantnow
		Than when her mournful hymns did hush the night,
		But that wild music burthens every bough,
		And sweets grown common lose their dear delight.
		Therefore like her, Isometime hold my tongue,
		Because Iwould not dull you with my song.

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		Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth,
		That, having such ascope toshow her pride,
		The argument all bare is ofmore worth
		Than when it hath my added praise beside.
		Πblame me not if Ino more can write!
		Look inyour glass, and there appears aface
		That overgoes my blunt invention quite,
		Dulling my lines, and doing me disgrace.
		Were it not sinful then, striving tomend,
		Tomar the subject that before was well?
		For tono other pass my versestend
		Than ofyour graces and your gifts totell;
		And more, much more than inmy verse cansit,
		Your own glass shows you, when you look init.

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		 104.  
		Tome, fair friend, you never can beold,
		For as you were when first your eye Ieyed,
		Such seems your beauty still. Three winterscold
		Have from the forests shook three summers pride,
		Three beauteous springs toyellow autumn turned
		Inprocess ofthe seasons have Iseen,
		Three April perfumes inthree hot Junes burned,
		Since first Isaw you fresh which yet are green.
		Ah yet doth beauty, like adial-hand,
		Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived;
		So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,
		Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceived;
		For fear ofwhich, hear this, thou age unbred:
		Ere you were born was beautys summer dead.




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		 105.  
		Let not my love be calld idolatry,
		Nor my beloved as an idol show,
		Since all alike my songs and praisesbe
		Toone, ofone, still such, and everso.
		Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind,
		Still constant inawondrous excellence;
		Therefore my verse, toconstancy confined,
		One thing expressing, leaves out difference.
		Fair, kind and true is all my argument,
		Fair, kind, and true, varying toother words,
		And inthis change is my invention spent,
		Three themes inone, which wondrous scope affords.
		Fair, kind, and true have often lived alone,
		Which three till now never kept seat inone.

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		Not mine own fears, nor the propheticsoul
		Ofthe wide world, dreaming on things tocome,
		Can yet the lease ofmy true love control,
		Supposed as forfeit toaconfined doom.
		The mortal moon hath her eclipse endured
		And the sad augurs mock their own presage,
		Incertainties now crown themselves assured,
		And peace proclaims olives ofendlessage.
		Now with the drops ofthis most balmytime
		My love looks fresh, and Death tome subscribes,
		Since spite ofhim Ill live inthis poor rhyme,
		While he insults oer dull and speechless tribes.
		And thou inthis shalt find thy monument,
		When tyrants crests and tombs ofbrass are spent.

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