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<h2>William Shakespeare</h2><br/><br/>
<h4>Originally Published: 1609</h4><br/>
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<a name="TOC"><h3 class="section">Contents</h3></a>
<a href="#s127" class="toc_item">127</a><br/>
<a href="#s128" class="toc_item">128</a><br/>
<a href="#s129" class="toc_item">129</a><br/>
<a href="#s130" class="toc_item">130</a><br/>
<a href="#s131" class="toc_item">131</a><br/>
<a href="#s132" class="toc_item">132</a><br/>
<a href="#s133" class="toc_item">133</a><br/>
<a href="#s134" class="toc_item">134</a><br/>
<a href="#s135" class="toc_item">135</a><br/>
<a href="#s136" class="toc_item">136</a><br/>
<a href="#s137" class="toc_item">137</a><br/>
<a href="#s138" class="toc_item">138</a><br/>
<a href="#s139" class="toc_item">139</a><br/>
<a href="#s140" class="toc_item">140</a><br/>
<a href="#s141" class="toc_item">141</a><br/>
<a href="#s142" class="toc_item">142</a><br/>
<a href="#s143" class="toc_item">143</a><br/>
<a href="#s144" class="toc_item">144</a><br/>
<a href="#s145" class="toc_item">145</a><br/>
<a href="#s146" class="toc_item">146</a><br/>
<a href="#s147" class="toc_item">147</a><br/>
<a href="#s148" class="toc_item">148</a><br/>
<a href="#s149" class="toc_item">149</a><br/>
<a href="#s150" class="toc_item">150</a><br/>
<a href="#s151" class="toc_item">151</a><br/>
<a href="#s152" class="toc_item">152</a>
<a name="start"><h3 class="section">The Sonnets 127 to 154</h3></a>
<a name="s127"><h4 class="sonnet_title">127</h4></a>
<p class="line">In the old age black was not counted fair,</p>
<p class="line">Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name;</p>
<p class="line">But now is black beauty's successive heir,</p>
<p class="line">And beauty slander'd with a bastard shame:</p>
<p class="line">For since each hand hath put on Nature's power,</p>
<p class="line">Fairing the foul with Art's false borrowed face,</p>
<p class="line">Sweet beauty hath no name, no holy bower,</p>
<p class="line">But is profan'd, if not lives in disgrace.</p>
<p class="line">Therefore my mistress' eyes are raven black,</p>
<p class="line">Her eyes so suited, and they mourners seem</p>
<p class="line">At such who, not born fair, no beauty lack,</p>
<p class="line">Sland'ring creation with a false esteem:</p>
<p class="line">Yet so they mourn becoming of their woe,</p>
<p class="line">That every tongue says beauty should look so.</p>
<a name="s128"><h4 class="sonnet_title">128</h4></a>
<p class="line">How oft when thou, my music, music play'st,</p>
<p class="line">Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds</p>
<p class="line">With thy sweet fingers when thou gently sway'st</p>
<p class="line">The wiry concord that mine ear confounds,</p>
<p class="line">Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap,</p>
<p class="line">To kiss the tender inward of thy hand,</p>
<p class="line">Whilst my poor lips which should that harvest reap,</p>
<p class="line">At the wood's boldness by thee blushing stand!</p>
<p class="line">To be so tickled, they would change their state</p>
<p class="line">And situation with those dancing chips,</p>
<p class="line">O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait,</p>
<p class="line">Making dead wood more bless'd than living lips.</p>
<p class="line">Since saucy jacks so happy are in this,</p>
<p class="line">Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss.</p>
<a name="s129"><h4 class="sonnet_title">129</h4></a>
<p class="line">The expense of spirit in a waste of shame</p>
<p class="line">Is lust in action: and till action, lust</p>
<p class="line">Is perjur'd, murderous, bloody, full of blame,</p>
<p class="line">Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust;</p>
<p class="line">Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight;</p>
<p class="line">Past reason hunted; and no sooner had,</p>
<p class="line">Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait,</p>
<p class="line">On purpose laid to make the taker mad:</p>
<p class="line">Mad in pursuit and in possession so;</p>
<p class="line">Had, having, and in quest, to have extreme;</p>
<p class="line">A bliss in proof,— and prov'd, a very woe;</p>
<p class="line">Before, a joy propos'd; behind a dream.</p>
<p class="line">All this the world well knows; yet none knows well</p>
<p class="line">To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell. </p>
<a name="s130"><h4 class="sonnet_title">130</h4></a>
<p class="line">My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;</p>
<p class="line">Coral is far more red, than her lips red:</p>
<p class="line">If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;</p>
<p class="line">If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.</p>
<p class="line">I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,</p>
<p class="line">But no such roses see I in her cheeks;</p>
<p class="line">And in some perfumes is there more delight</p>
<p class="line">Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.</p>
<p class="line">I love to hear her speak, yet well I know</p>
<p class="line">That music hath a far more pleasing sound:</p>
<p class="line">I grant I never saw a goddess go,—</p>
<p class="line">My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:</p>
<p class="line">And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare,</p>
<p class="line">As any she belied with false compare. </p>
<a name="s131"><h4 class="sonnet_title">131</h4></a>
<p class="line">Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,</p>
<p class="line">As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel;</p>
<p class="line">For well thou know'st to my dear doting heart</p>
<p class="line">Thou art the fairest and most precious jewel.</p>
<p class="line">Yet, in good faith, some say that thee behold,</p>
<p class="line">Thy face hath not the power to make love groan;</p>
<p class="line">To say they err I dare not be so bold,</p>
<p class="line">Although I swear it to myself alone.</p>
<p class="line">And to be sure that is not false I swear,</p>
<p class="line">A thousand groans, but thinking on thy face,</p>
<p class="line">One on another's neck, do witness bear</p>
<p class="line">Thy black is fairest in my judgment's place.</p>
<p class="line">In nothing art thou black save in thy deeds,</p>
<p class="line">And thence this slander, as I think, proceeds.</p>
<a name="s132"><h4 class="sonnet_title">132</h4></a>
<p class="line">Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,</p>
<p class="line">Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain,</p>
<p class="line">Have put on black and loving mourners be,</p>
<p class="line">Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.</p>
<p class="line">And truly not the morning sun of heaven</p>
<p class="line">Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east,</p>
<p class="line">Nor that full star that ushers in the even,</p>
<p class="line">Doth half that glory to the sober west,</p>
<p class="line">As those two mourning eyes become thy face:</p>
<p class="line">O! let it then as well beseem thy heart</p>
<p class="line">To mourn for me since mourning doth thee grace,</p>
<p class="line">And suit thy pity like in every part.</p>
<p class="line">Then will I swear beauty herself is black,</p>
<p class="line">And all they foul that thy complexion lack.</p>
<a name="s133"><h4 class="sonnet_title">133</h4></a>
<p class="line">Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan</p>
<p class="line">For that deep wound it gives my friend and me!</p>
<p class="line">Is't not enough to torture me alone,</p>
<p class="line">But slave to slavery my sweet'st friend must be?</p>
<p class="line">Me from myself thy cruel eye hath taken,</p>
<p class="line">And my next self thou harder hast engross'd:</p>
<p class="line">Of him, myself, and thee I am forsaken;</p>
<p class="line">A torment thrice three-fold thus to be cross'd:</p>
<p class="line">Prison my heart in thy steel bosom's ward,</p>
<p class="line">But then my friend's heart let my poor heart bail;</p>
<p class="line">Whoe'er keeps me, let my heart be his guard;</p>
<p class="line">Thou canst not then use rigour in my jail:</p>
<p class="line">And yet thou wilt; for I, being pent in thee,</p>
<p class="line">Perforce am thine, and all that is in me.</p>
<a name="s134"><h4 class="sonnet_title">134</h4></a>
<p class="line">So, now I have confess'd that he is thine,</p>
<p class="line">And I my self am mortgag'd to thy will,</p>
<p class="line">Myself I'll forfeit, so that other mine</p>
<p class="line">Thou wilt restore to be my comfort still:</p>
<p class="line">But thou wilt not, nor he will not be free,</p>
<p class="line">For thou art covetous, and he is kind;</p>
<p class="line">He learn'd but surety-like to write for me,</p>
<p class="line">Under that bond that him as fast doth bind.</p>
<p class="line">The statute of thy beauty thou wilt take,</p>
<p class="line">Thou usurer, that putt'st forth all to use,</p>
<p class="line">And sue a friend came debtor for my sake;</p>
<p class="line">So him I lose through my unkind abuse.</p>
<p class="line">Him have I lost; thou hast both him and me:</p>
<p class="line">He pays the whole, and yet am I not free.</p>
<a name="s135"><h4 class="sonnet_title">135</h4></a>
<p class="line">Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy 'Will,'</p>
<p class="line">And 'Will' to boot, and 'Will' in over-plus;</p>
<p class="line">More than enough am I that vex'd thee still,</p>
<p class="line">To thy sweet will making addition thus.</p>
<p class="line">Wilt thou, whose will is large and spacious,</p>
<p class="line">Not once vouchsafe to hide my will in thine?</p>
<p class="line">Shall will in others seem right gracious,</p>
<p class="line">And in my will no fair acceptance shine?</p>
<p class="line">The sea, all water, yet receives rain still,</p>
<p class="line">And in abundance addeth to his store;</p>
<p class="line">So thou, being rich in 'Will,' add to thy 'Will'</p>
<p class="line">One will of mine, to make thy large will more.</p>
<p class="line">Let no unkind 'No' fair beseechers kill;</p>
<p class="line">Think all but one, and me in that one 'Will.'</p>
<a name="s136"><h4 class="sonnet_title">136</h4></a>
<p class="line">If thy soul check thee that I come so near,</p>
<p class="line">Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy 'Will',</p>
<p class="line">And will, thy soul knows, is admitted there;</p>
<p class="line">Thus far for love, my love-suit, sweet, fulfil.</p>
<p class="line">'Will', will fulfil the treasure of thy love,</p>
<p class="line">Ay, fill it full with wills, and my will one.</p>
<p class="line">In things of great receipt with ease we prove</p>
<p class="line">Among a number one is reckon'd none:</p>
<p class="line">Then in the number let me pass untold,</p>
<p class="line">Though in thy store's account I one must be;</p>
<p class="line">For nothing hold me, so it please thee hold</p>
<p class="line">That nothing me, a something sweet to thee:</p>
<p class="line">Make but my name thy love, and love that still,</p>
<p class="line">And then thou lov'st me for my name is 'Will.'</p>
<a name="s137"><h4 class="sonnet_title">137</h4></a>
<p class="line">Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes,</p>
<p class="line">That they behold, and see not what they see?</p>
<p class="line">They know what beauty is, see where it lies,</p>
<p class="line">Yet what the best is take the worst to be.</p>
<p class="line">If eyes, corrupt by over-partial looks,</p>
<p class="line">Be anchor'd in the bay where all men ride,</p>
<p class="line">Why of eyes' falsehood hast thou forged hooks,</p>
<p class="line">Whereto the judgment of my heart is tied?</p>
<p class="line">Why should my heart think that a several plot,</p>
<p class="line">Which my heart knows the wide world's common place?</p>
<p class="line">Or mine eyes, seeing this, say this is not,</p>
<p class="line">To put fair truth upon so foul a face?</p>
<p class="line">In things right true my heart and eyes have err'd,</p>
<p class="line">And to this false plague are they now transferr'd.</p>
<a name="s138"><h4 class="sonnet_title">138</h4></a>
<p class="line">When my love swears that she is made of truth,</p>
<p class="line">I do believe her though I know she lies,</p>
<p class="line">That she might think me some untutor'd youth,</p>
<p class="line">Unlearned in the world's false subtleties.</p>
<p class="line">Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,</p>
<p class="line">Although she knows my days are past the best,</p>
<p class="line">Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue;</p>
<p class="line">On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed.</p>
<p class="line">But wherefore says she not she is unjust?</p>
<p class="line">And wherefore say not I that I am old?</p>
<p class="line">O! love's best habit is in seeming trust,</p>
<p class="line">And age in love loves not to have years told:</p>
<p class="line">Therefore I lie with her, and she with me,</p>
<p class="line">And in our faults by lies we flatter'd be.</p>
<a name="s139"><h4 class="sonnet_title">139</h4></a>
<p class="line">O! call not me to justify the wrong</p>
<p class="line">That thy unkindness lays upon my heart;</p>
<p class="line">Wound me not with thine eye, but with thy tongue:</p>
<p class="line">Use power with power, and slay me not by art,</p>
<p class="line">Tell me thou lov'st elsewhere; but in my sight,</p>
<p class="line">Dear heart, forbear to glance thine eye aside:</p>
<p class="line">What need'st thou wound with cunning, when thy might</p>
<p class="line">Is more than my o'erpress'd defence can bide?</p>
<p class="line">Let me excuse thee: ah! my love well knows</p>
<p class="line">Her pretty looks have been mine enemies;</p>
<p class="line">And therefore from my face she turns my foes,</p>
<p class="line">That they elsewhere might dart their injuries:</p>
<p class="line">Yet do not so; but since I am near slain,</p>
<p class="line">Kill me outright with looks, and rid my pain.</p>
<a name="s140"><h4 class="sonnet_title">140</h4></a>
<p class="line">Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press</p>
<p class="line">My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain;</p>
<p class="line">Lest sorrow lend me words, and words express</p>
<p class="line">The manner of my pity-wanting pain.</p>
<p class="line">If I might teach thee wit, better it were,</p>
<p class="line">Though not to love, yet, love to tell me so;—</p>
<p class="line">As testy sick men, when their deaths be near,</p>
<p class="line">No news but health from their physicians know;—</p>
<p class="line">For, if I should despair, I should grow mad,</p>
<p class="line">And in my madness might speak ill of thee;</p>
<p class="line">Now this ill-wresting world is grown so bad,</p>
<p class="line">Mad slanderers by mad ears believed be.</p>
<p class="line">That I may not be so, nor thou belied,</p>
<p class="line">Bear thine eyes straight, though thy proud heart go wide.</p>
<a name="s141"><h4 class="sonnet_title">141</h4></a>
<p class="line">In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes,</p>
<p class="line">For they in thee a thousand errors note;</p>
<p class="line">But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,</p>
<p class="line">Who, in despite of view, is pleased to dote.</p>
<p class="line">Nor are mine ears with thy tongue's tune delighted;</p>
<p class="line">Nor tender feeling, to base touches prone,</p>
<p class="line">Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited</p>
<p class="line">To any sensual feast with thee alone:</p>
<p class="line">But my five wits nor my five senses can</p>
<p class="line">Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee,</p>
<p class="line">Who leaves unsway'd the likeness of a man,</p>
<p class="line">Thy proud heart's slave and vassal wretch to be:</p>
<p class="line">Only my plague thus far I count my gain,</p>
<p class="line">That she that makes me sin awards me pain.</p>
<a name="s142"><h4 class="sonnet_title">142</h4></a>
<p class="line">Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,</p>
<p class="line">Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving:</p>
<p class="line">O! but with mine compare thou thine own state,</p>
<p class="line">And thou shalt find it merits not reproving;</p>
<p class="line">Or, if it do, not from those lips of thine,</p>
<p class="line">That have profan'd their scarlet ornaments</p>
<p class="line">And seal'd false bonds of love as oft as mine,</p>
<p class="line">Robb'd others' beds' revenues of their rents.</p>
<p class="line">Be it lawful I love thee, as thou lov'st those</p>
<p class="line">Whom thine eyes woo as mine importune thee:</p>
<p class="line">Root pity in thy heart, that, when it grows,</p>
<p class="line">Thy pity may deserve to pitied be.</p>
<p class="line">If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide,</p>
<p class="line">By self-example mayst thou be denied!</p>
<a name="s143"><h4 class="sonnet_title">143</h4></a>
<p class="line">Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catch</p>
<p class="line">One of her feather'd creatures broke away,</p>
<p class="line">Sets down her babe, and makes all swift dispatch</p>
<p class="line">In pursuit of the thing she would have stay;</p>
<p class="line">Whilst her neglected child holds her in chase,</p>
<p class="line">Cries to catch her whose busy care is bent</p>
<p class="line">To follow that which flies before her face,</p>
<p class="line">Not prizing her poor infant's discontent;</p>
<p class="line">So runn'st thou after that which flies from thee,</p>
<p class="line">Whilst I thy babe chase thee afar behind;</p>
<p class="line">But if thou catch thy hope, turn back to me,</p>
<p class="line">And play the mother's part, kiss me, be kind;</p>
<p class="line">So will I pray that thou mayst have thy 'Will,'</p>
<p class="line">If thou turn back and my loud crying still.</p>
<a name="s144"><h4 class="sonnet_title">144</h4></a>
<p class="line">Two loves I have of comfort and despair,</p>
<p class="line">Which like two spirits do suggest me still:</p>
<p class="line">The better angel is a man right fair,</p>
<p class="line">The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill.</p>
<p class="line">To win me soon to hell, my female evil,</p>
<p class="line">Tempteth my better angel from my side,</p>
<p class="line">And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,</p>
<p class="line">Wooing his purity with her foul pride.</p>
<p class="line">And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend,</p>
<p class="line">Suspect I may, yet not directly tell;</p>
<p class="line">But being both from me, both to each friend,</p>
<p class="line">I guess one angel in another's hell:</p>
<p class="line">Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt,</p>
<p class="line">Till my bad angel fire my good one out.</p>
<a name="s145"><h4 class="sonnet_title">145</h4></a>
<p class="line">Those lips that Love's own hand did make,</p>
<p class="line">Breathed forth the sound that said 'I hate',</p>
<p class="line">To me that languish'd for her sake:</p>
<p class="line">But when she saw my woeful state,</p>
<p class="line">Straight in her heart did mercy come,</p>
<p class="line">Chiding that tongue that ever sweet</p>
<p class="line">Was us'd in giving gentle doom;</p>
<p class="line">And taught it thus anew to greet;</p>
<p class="line">'I hate' she alter'd with an end,</p>
<p class="line">That followed it as gentle day,</p>
<p class="line">Doth follow night, who like a fiend</p>
<p class="line">From heaven to hell is flown away.</p>
<p class="line">'I hate', from hate away she threw,</p>
<p class="line">And sav'd my life, saying 'not you'.</p>
<a name="s146"><h4 class="sonnet_title">146</h4></a>
<p class="line">Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,</p>
<p class="line">My sinful earth these rebel powers array,</p>
<p class="line">Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,</p>
<p class="line">Painting thy outward walls so costly gay?</p>
<p class="line">Why so large cost, having so short a lease,</p>
<p class="line">Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend?</p>
<p class="line">Shall worms, inheritors of this excess,</p>
<p class="line">Eat up thy charge? Is this thy body's end?</p>
<p class="line">Then soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss,</p>
<p class="line">And let that pine to aggravate thy store;</p>
<p class="line">Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross;</p>
<p class="line">Within be fed, without be rich no more:</p>
<p class="line">So shall thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,</p>
<p class="line">And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.</p>
<a name="s147"><h4 class="sonnet_title">147</h4></a>
<p class="line">My love is as a fever longing still,</p>
<p class="line">For that which longer nurseth the disease;</p>
<p class="line">Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,</p>
<p class="line">The uncertain sickly appetite to please.</p>
<p class="line">My reason, the physician to my love,</p>
<p class="line">Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,</p>
<p class="line">Hath left me, and I desperate now approve</p>
<p class="line">Desire is death, which physic did except.</p>
<p class="line">Past cure I am, now Reason is past care,</p>
<p class="line">And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;</p>
<p class="line">My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,</p>
<p class="line">At random from the truth vainly express'd;</p>
<p class="line">For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,</p>
<p class="line">Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.</p>
<a name="s148"><h4 class="sonnet_title">148</h4></a>
<p class="line">O me! what eyes hath Love put in my head,</p>
<p class="line">Which have no correspondence with true sight;</p>
<p class="line">Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled,</p>
<p class="line">That censures falsely what they see aright?</p>
<p class="line">If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote,</p>
<p class="line">What means the world to say it is not so?</p>
<p class="line">If it be not, then love doth well denote</p>
<p class="line">Love's eye is not so true as all men's: no,</p>
<p class="line">How can it? O! how can Love's eye be true,</p>
<p class="line">That is so vexed with watching and with tears?</p>
<p class="line">No marvel then, though I mistake my view;</p>
<p class="line">The sun itself sees not, till heaven clears.</p>
<p class="line">O cunning Love! with tears thou keep'st me blind,</p>
<p class="line">Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should find.</p>
<a name="s149"><h4 class="sonnet_title">149</h4></a>
<p class="line">Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not,</p>
<p class="line">When I against myself with thee partake?</p>
<p class="line">Do I not think on thee, when I forgot</p>
<p class="line">Am of my self, all tyrant, for thy sake?</p>
<p class="line">Who hateth thee that I do call my friend,</p>
<p class="line">On whom frown'st thou that I do fawn upon,</p>
<p class="line">Nay, if thou lour'st on me, do I not spend</p>
<p class="line">Revenge upon myself with present moan?</p>
<p class="line">What merit do I in my self respect,</p>
<p class="line">That is so proud thy service to despise,</p>
<p class="line">When all my best doth worship thy defect,</p>
<p class="line">Commanded by the motion of thine eyes?</p>
<p class="line">But, love, hate on, for now I know thy mind,</p>
<p class="line">Those that can see thou lov'st, and I am blind.</p>
<a name="s150"><h4 class="sonnet_title">150</h4></a>
<p class="line">O! from what power hast thou this powerful might,</p>
<p class="line">With insufficiency my heart to sway?</p>
<p class="line">To make me give the lie to my true sight,</p>
<p class="line">And swear that brightness doth not grace the day?</p>
<p class="line">Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill,</p>
<p class="line">That in the very refuse of thy deeds</p>
<p class="line">There is such strength and warrantise of skill,</p>
<p class="line">That, in my mind, thy worst all best exceeds?</p>
<p class="line">Who taught thee how to make me love thee more,</p>
<p class="line">The more I hear and see just cause of hate?</p>
<p class="line">O! though I love what others do abhor,</p>
<p class="line">With others thou shouldst not abhor my state:</p>
<p class="line">If thy unworthiness rais'd love in me,</p>
<p class="line">More worthy I to be belov'd of thee.</p>
<a name="s151"><h4 class="sonnet_title">151</h4></a>
<p class="line">Love is too young to know what conscience is,</p>
<p class="line">Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?</p>
<p class="line">Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,</p>
<p class="line">Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove:</p>
<p class="line">For, thou betraying me, I do betray</p>
<p class="line">My nobler part to my gross body's treason;</p>
<p class="line">My soul doth tell my body that he may</p>
<p class="line">Triumph in love; flesh stays no farther reason,</p>
<p class="line">But rising at thy name doth point out thee,</p>
<p class="line">As his triumphant prize. Proud of this pride,</p>
<p class="line">He is contented thy poor drudge to be,</p>
<p class="line">To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.</p>
<p class="line">No want of conscience hold it that I call</p>
<p class="line">Her 'love,' for whose dear love I rise and fall.</p>
<a name="s152"><h4 class="sonnet_title">152</h4></a>
<p class="line">In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn,</p>
<p class="line">But thou art twice forsworn, to me love swearing;</p>
<p class="line">In act thy bed-vow broke, and new faith torn,</p>
<p class="line">In vowing new hate after new love bearing:</p>
<p class="line">But why of two oaths' breach do I accuse thee,</p>
<p class="line">When I break twenty? I am perjur'd most;</p>
<p class="line">For all my vows are oaths but to misuse thee,</p>
<p class="line">And all my honest faith in thee is lost:</p>
<p class="line">For I have sworn deep oaths of thy deep kindness,</p>
<p class="line">Oaths of thy love, thy truth, thy constancy;</p>
<p class="line">And, to enlighten thee, gave eyes to blindness,</p>
<p class="line">Or made them swear against the thing they see;</p>
<p class="line">For I have sworn thee fair; more perjur'd I,</p>
<p class="line">To swear against the truth so foul a lie!</p>


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