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But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,
And (constant stars) in them I read such art,
As truth and beauty shall together thrive,
If from thyself to store thou would'st convert :S

Or else of thee this I prognosticate,
Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date.

XV.

When I consider every thing that grows
Holds in perfection but a little moment,
That this huge state presenteth nought but shows
Whereon the stars in secret influence comment;
When I perceive that men as plants increase,
Cheered and check'd even by the selfsame sky;
Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease,
And wear their brave state out of memory;
Then the conceit of this inconstant stay
Sets you most rich in youth before my sight,
Where wasteful time debateth with decay,
To change your day of youth to sullied night;

And, all in war with time, for love of you,
As he takes from

you, I engraft you new.

XVI.

But wherefore do not you a mightier way
Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time ?
And fortify yourself in your decay

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If from thyself to store thou would’st convert] “i.e. if thou wouldest change thy single state, and beget a numerous progeny.” MALONE.

With means more blessed than

my

barren rhyme? Now stand you on the top of happy hours; And many maiden gardens, yet unset, With virtuous wish would bear you living flowers, Much liker than your painted counterfeit : 10 So should the lines of life that life repair, Which this, Time's pencil, or my pupil pen, Neither in inward worth, nor outward fair, 11 Can make you live yourself in eyes of men.

To give away yourself, keeps yourself still ; And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill.

XVII.

Who will believe my verse in time to come,
If it were fill’d with your most high deserts ?
Though yet heaven knows, it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life, and shows not half your

parts.
If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come.

would

say,
this
poet

lies,
Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.
So should my papers, yellow'd with their age,
Be scorn'd, like old men of less truth than tongue;
And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage,
And stretched metre of an antique song:

But were some child of yours alive that time,
You should live twice;-in it, and in my rhyme.

counterfeit] i. e. portrait.
fair] i.e. beauty.

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XVIII.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate :
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date :
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, un-

trimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair 13 thou owest;
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest;

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

XIX.

Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws,
And burn the long-liv'd phønix in her blood;
Make glad and sorry seasons, as thou fleets,12
And do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,
To the wide world, and all her fading sweets ;
But I forbid thee one most heinous crime:
O carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow,

12 fleets] i.e. fleetest,—for the sake of the rhyme.
18 fair] i.e. beauty.

Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen;
Him in thy course untainted do allow,
For beauty's pattern to succeeding men.

Yet, do thy worst, old Time: despite thy wrong,
My love shall in my verse ever live young.

XX.

A woman's face, with nature's own hand painted,
Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;
A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted
With shifting change, as is false women's fashion;
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
A man in hue, all hues in his controlling,
Which steals men's eyes, and women's souls

amazeth.
And for a woman wert thou first created ;
Till nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,
And by addition me of thee defeated,
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
But since she prick'd 14 thee out for women's

pleasure, Mine be thy love, and thy love's use their treasure

XXI.

So is it not with me as with that muse,
Stirr'd by a painted beauty to his verse;
Who heaven itself for ornament doth use,
And
every

fair with his fair doth rehearse ;

14 prick'd] i. e. marked.

Making a couplement of proud compare,
With sun and moon, with earth and sea's rich

gems, With April's first-born flowers, and all things rare That heaven's air in his huge rondure 15 hems. O let me, true in love, but truly write, And then believe me, my love is as fair As any

mother's child, though not so bright As those gold candles fix'd in heaven's air :

Let them say more that like of hear-say well; I will not praise, that purpose not to sell.

XXII.

My glass shall not persuade me I am old,
So long as youth and thou are of one date;
But when in thee time's furrows I behold,
Then look I death my days should expiate 16
For all that beauty that doth cover thee,
Is but the seemly raiment of my heart,
Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me;
How can I then be elder than thou art?
O therefore, love, be of thyself so wary,
As I not for myself but for thee will ;
Bearing thy heart, which I will keep so chary
As tender nurse her babe from faring ill.

Presume not on thy heart when mine is slain ;
Thou gav'st me thine, not to give back again.

is rondure) i. e. round, circumference.
16 eapiate] " i. e, fill up the measure of.” MALONE.

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