{"id":598,"date":"2019-02-24T18:25:46","date_gmt":"2019-02-24T18:25:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/courses.lumenlearning.com\/epcc-britlit1\/?post_type=chapter&p=598"},"modified":"2019-07-08T14:19:44","modified_gmt":"2019-07-08T14:19:44","slug":"sonnets","status":"publish","type":"chapter","link":"https:\/\/courses.lumenlearning.com\/epcc-britlit1\/chapter\/sonnets\/","title":{"raw":"Selected Sonnets","rendered":"Selected Sonnets"},"content":{"raw":"
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SONNET XVIII\u00a0 18<\/h2>\r\n

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?\r\nThou art more lovely and more temperate:\r\nRough winds do shake the darling buds of May,\r\nAnd summer's lease hath all too short a date:\r\nSometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, 5<\/span>\r\nAnd often is his gold complexion dimm'd;\r\nAnd every fair from fair sometime declines,\r\nBy chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;\r\nBut thy eternal summer shall not fade\r\nNor lose possession of that fair thou owest; 10<\/span>\r\nNor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,\r\nWhen in eternal lines to time thou growest:\r\nSo long as men can breathe or eyes can see,\r\nSo long lives this and this gives life to thee. 14<\/span><\/p>\r\n<\/td>\r\n<\/tr>\r\n<\/tbody>\r\n<\/table>\r\n \r\n

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SONNET XXIX\u00a0 29<\/h2>\r\n

When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,\r\nI all alone beweep my outcast state\r\nAnd trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries\r\nAnd look upon myself and curse my fate,\r\nWishing me like to one more rich in hope, 5<\/span>\r\nFeatured like him, like him with friends possess'd,\r\nDesiring this man's art and that man's scope,\r\nWith what I most enjoy contented least;\r\nYet in these thoughts myself almost despising,\r\nHaply I think on thee, and then my state, 10<\/span>\r\nLike to the lark at break of day arising\r\nFrom sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;\r\nFor thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings\r\nThat then I scorn to change my state with kings. 14<\/span><\/p>\r\n<\/td>\r\n<\/tr>\r\n<\/tbody>\r\n<\/table>\r\n<\/div>\r\n

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SONNET XXX\u00a0 30<\/h2>\r\n

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought\r\nI summon up remembrance of things past,\r\nI sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,\r\nAnd with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:\r\nThen can I drown an eye, unused to flow, 5<\/span>\r\nFor precious friends hid in death's dateless night,\r\nAnd weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,\r\nAnd moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight:\r\nThen can I grieve at grievances foregone,\r\nAnd heavily from woe to woe tell o'er 10<\/span>\r\nThe sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,\r\nWhich I new pay as if not paid before.\r\nBut if the while I think on thee, dear friend,\r\nAll losses are restored and sorrows end. 14<\/span><\/p>\r\n<\/td>\r\n<\/tr>\r\n<\/tbody>\r\n<\/table>\r\n

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SONNET LV\u00a0 \u00a055<\/h2>\r\n

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments\r\nOf princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;\r\nBut you shall shine more bright in these contents\r\nThan unswept stone besmear'd with sluttish time.\r\nWhen wasteful war shall statues overturn, 5<\/span>\r\nAnd broils root out the work of masonry,\r\nNor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn\r\nThe living record of your memory.\r\n'Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity\r\nShall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room 10<\/span>\r\nEven in the eyes of all posterity\r\nThat wear this world out to the ending doom.\r\nSo, till the judgment that yourself arise,\r\nYou live in this, and dwell in lover's eyes. 14<\/span><\/p>\r\n<\/td>\r\n<\/tr>\r\n<\/tbody>\r\n<\/table>\r\n

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SONNET LXV\u00a0 65<\/h2>\r\n

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,\r\nBut sad mortality o'er-sways their power,\r\nHow with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,\r\nWhose action is no stronger than a flower?\r\nO, how shall summer's honey breath hold out 5<\/span>\r\nAgainst the wreckful siege of battering days,\r\nWhen rocks impregnable are not so stout,\r\nNor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays?\r\nO fearful meditation! where, alack,\r\nShall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid? 10<\/span>\r\nOr what strong hand can hold his swift foot back?\r\nOr who his spoil of beauty can forbid?\r\nO, none, unless this miracle have might,\r\nThat in black ink my love may still shine bright. 14<\/span><\/p>\r\n<\/td>\r\n<\/tr>\r\n<\/tbody>\r\n<\/table>\r\n

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SONNET LXXI\u00a0 \u00a071<\/h2>\r\n

No longer mourn for me when I am dead\r\nThen you shall hear the surly sullen bell\r\nGive warning to the world that I am fled\r\nFrom this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell:\r\nNay, if you read this line, remember not 5<\/span>\r\nThe hand that writ it; for I love you so\r\nThat I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot\r\nIf thinking on me then should make you woe.\r\nO, if, I say, you look upon this verse\r\nWhen I perhaps compounded am with clay, 10<\/span>\r\nDo not so much as my poor name rehearse.\r\nBut let your love even with my life decay,\r\nLest the wise world should look into your moan\r\nAnd mock you with me after I am gone. 14<\/span><\/p>\r\n<\/td>\r\n<\/tr>\r\n<\/tbody>\r\n<\/table>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n

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SONNET LXXIII\u00a0 \u00a073<\/h2>\r\n

That time of year thou mayst in me behold\r\nWhen yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang\r\nUpon those boughs which shake against the cold,\r\nBare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.\r\nIn me thou seest the twilight of such day 5<\/span>\r\nAs after sunset fadeth in the west,\r\nWhich by and by black night doth take away,\r\nDeath's second self, that seals up all in rest.\r\nIn me thou see'st the glowing of such fire\r\nThat on the ashes of his youth doth lie, 10<\/span>\r\nAs the death-bed whereon it must expire\r\nConsumed with that which it was nourish'd by.\r\nThis thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,\r\nTo love that well which thou must leave ere long. 14<\/span><\/p>\r\n<\/td>\r\n<\/tr>\r\n<\/tbody>\r\n<\/table>\r\n

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SONNET CVI\u00a0 \u00a0106<\/h2>\r\n

When in the chronicle of wasted time\r\nI see descriptions of the fairest wights,\r\nAnd beauty making beautiful old rhyme\r\nIn praise of ladies dead and lovely knights,\r\nThen, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, 5<\/span>\r\nOf hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,\r\nI see their antique pen would have express'd\r\nEven such a beauty as you master now.\r\nSo all their praises are but prophecies\r\nOf this our time, all you prefiguring; 10<\/span>\r\nAnd, for they look'd but with divining eyes,\r\nThey had not skill enough your worth to sing:\r\nFor we, which now behold these present days,\r\nHad eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise. 14<\/span><\/p>\r\n<\/td>\r\n<\/tr>\r\n<\/tbody>\r\n<\/table>\r\n \r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
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SONNET CXVI\u00a0 116<\/h2>\r\n

Let me not to the marriage of true minds\r\nAdmit impediments. Love is not love\r\nWhich alters when it alteration finds,\r\nOr bends with the remover to remove:\r\nO no! it is an ever-fixed mark\u00a05<\/span>\r\nThat looks on tempests and is never shaken;\r\nIt is the star to every wandering bark,\r\nWhose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.\r\nLove's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks\r\nWithin his bending sickle's compass come:\u00a010<\/span>\r\nLove alters not with his brief hours and weeks,\r\nBut bears it out even to the edge of doom.\r\nIf this be error and upon me proved,\r\nI never writ, nor no man ever loved.\u00a014<\/span><\/p>\r\n<\/td>\r\n<\/tr>\r\n<\/tbody>\r\n<\/table>\r\n

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SONNET CXXIX\u00a0 \u00a0129<\/h2>\r\n

The expense of spirit in a waste of shame\r\nIs lust in action; and till action, lust\r\nIs perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame,\r\nSavage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,\r\nEnjoy'd no sooner but despised straight, 5<\/span>\r\nPast reason hunted, and no sooner had\r\nPast reason hated, as a swallow'd bait\r\nOn purpose laid to make the taker mad;\r\nMad in pursuit and in possession so;\r\nHad, having, and in quest to have, extreme; 10<\/span>\r\nA bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe;\r\nBefore, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.\r\nAll this the world well knows; yet none knows well\r\nTo shun the heaven that leads men to this hell. 14<\/span><\/p>\r\n<\/td>\r\n<\/tr>\r\n<\/tbody>\r\n<\/table>\r\n

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SONNET CXXX\u00a0 \u00a0130<\/h2>\r\n

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;\r\nCoral is far more red than her lips' red;\r\nIf snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;\r\nIf hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.\r\nI have seen roses damask'd, red and white, 5<\/span>\r\nBut no such roses see I in her cheeks;\r\nAnd in some perfumes is there more delight\r\nThan in the breath that from my mistress reeks.\r\nI love to hear her speak, yet well I know\r\nThat music hath a far more pleasing sound; 10<\/span>\r\nI grant I never saw a goddess go;\r\nMy mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:\r\nAnd yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare\r\nAs any she belied with false compare. 14<\/span><\/p>\r\n<\/td>\r\n<\/tr>\r\n<\/tbody>\r\n<\/table>\r\n \r\n

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SONNET CXXXVIII\u00a0 138<\/h2>\r\n

When my love swears that she is made of truth\r\nI do believe her, though I know she lies,\r\nThat she might think me some untutor'd youth,\r\nUnlearned in the world's false subtleties.\r\nThus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, 5<\/span>\r\nAlthough she knows my days are past the best,\r\nSimply I credit her false speaking tongue:\r\nOn both sides thus is simple truth suppress'd.\r\nBut wherefore says she not she is unjust?\r\nAnd wherefore say not I that I am old? 10<\/span>\r\nO, love's best habit is in seeming trust,\r\nAnd age in love loves not to have years told:\r\nTherefore I lie with her and she with me,\r\nAnd in our faults by lies we flatter'd be. 14<\/span><\/p>\r\n<\/td>\r\n<\/tr>\r\n<\/tbody>\r\n<\/table>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n

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SONNET CXLVI\u00a0 146<\/h2>\r\n

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,\r\n[\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 ] these rebel powers that thee array;\r\nWhy dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,\r\nPainting thy outward walls so costly gay?\r\nWhy so large cost, having so short a lease, 5<\/span>\r\nDost thou upon thy fading mansion spend?\r\nShall worms, inheritors of this excess,\r\nEat up thy charge? is this thy body's end?\r\nThen soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss,\r\nAnd let that pine to aggravate thy store; 10<\/span>\r\nBuy terms divine in selling hours of dross;\r\nWithin be fed, without be rich no more:\r\nSo shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,\r\nAnd Death once dead, there's no more dying then. 14<\/span><\/p>\r\n<\/td>\r\n<\/tr>\r\n<\/tbody>\r\n<\/table>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n \r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>","rendered":"

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SONNET XVIII\u00a0 18<\/h2>\n

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
\nThou art more lovely and more temperate:
\nRough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
\nAnd summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
\nSometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, 5<\/span>
\nAnd often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
\nAnd every fair from fair sometime declines,
\nBy chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
\nBut thy eternal summer shall not fade
\nNor lose possession of that fair thou owest; 10<\/span>
\nNor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
\nWhen in eternal lines to time thou growest:
\nSo long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
\nSo long lives this and this gives life to thee. 14<\/span><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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SONNET XXIX\u00a0 29<\/h2>\n

When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
\nI all alone beweep my outcast state
\nAnd trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
\nAnd look upon myself and curse my fate,
\nWishing me like to one more rich in hope, 5<\/span>
\nFeatured like him, like him with friends possess’d,
\nDesiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
\nWith what I most enjoy contented least;
\nYet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
\nHaply I think on thee, and then my state, 10<\/span>
\nLike to the lark at break of day arising
\nFrom sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
\nFor thy sweet love remember’d such wealth brings
\nThat then I scorn to change my state with kings. 14<\/span><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<\/div>\n

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SONNET XXX\u00a0 30<\/h2>\n

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
\nI summon up remembrance of things past,
\nI sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
\nAnd with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste:
\nThen can I drown an eye, unused to flow, 5<\/span>
\nFor precious friends hid in death’s dateless night,
\nAnd weep afresh love’s long since cancell’d woe,
\nAnd moan the expense of many a vanish’d sight:
\nThen can I grieve at grievances foregone,
\nAnd heavily from woe to woe tell o’er 10<\/span>
\nThe sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
\nWhich I new pay as if not paid before.
\nBut if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
\nAll losses are restored and sorrows end. 14<\/span><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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SONNET LV\u00a0 \u00a055<\/h2>\n

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
\nOf princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;
\nBut you shall shine more bright in these contents
\nThan unswept stone besmear’d with sluttish time.
\nWhen wasteful war shall statues overturn, 5<\/span>
\nAnd broils root out the work of masonry,
\nNor Mars his sword nor war’s quick fire shall burn
\nThe living record of your memory.
\n‘Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity
\nShall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room 10<\/span>
\nEven in the eyes of all posterity
\nThat wear this world out to the ending doom.
\nSo, till the judgment that yourself arise,
\nYou live in this, and dwell in lover’s eyes. 14<\/span><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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SONNET LXV\u00a0 65<\/h2>\n

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
\nBut sad mortality o’er-sways their power,
\nHow with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
\nWhose action is no stronger than a flower?
\nO, how shall summer’s honey breath hold out 5<\/span>
\nAgainst the wreckful siege of battering days,
\nWhen rocks impregnable are not so stout,
\nNor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays?
\nO fearful meditation! where, alack,
\nShall Time’s best jewel from Time’s chest lie hid? 10<\/span>
\nOr what strong hand can hold his swift foot back?
\nOr who his spoil of beauty can forbid?
\nO, none, unless this miracle have might,
\nThat in black ink my love may still shine bright. 14<\/span><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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SONNET LXXI\u00a0 \u00a071<\/h2>\n

No longer mourn for me when I am dead
\nThen you shall hear the surly sullen bell
\nGive warning to the world that I am fled
\nFrom this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell:
\nNay, if you read this line, remember not 5<\/span>
\nThe hand that writ it; for I love you so
\nThat I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot
\nIf thinking on me then should make you woe.
\nO, if, I say, you look upon this verse
\nWhen I perhaps compounded am with clay, 10<\/span>
\nDo not so much as my poor name rehearse.
\nBut let your love even with my life decay,
\nLest the wise world should look into your moan
\nAnd mock you with me after I am gone. 14<\/span><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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SONNET LXXIII\u00a0 \u00a073<\/h2>\n

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
\nWhen yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
\nUpon those boughs which shake against the cold,
\nBare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
\nIn me thou seest the twilight of such day 5<\/span>
\nAs after sunset fadeth in the west,
\nWhich by and by black night doth take away,
\nDeath’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
\nIn me thou see’st the glowing of such fire
\nThat on the ashes of his youth doth lie, 10<\/span>
\nAs the death-bed whereon it must expire
\nConsumed with that which it was nourish’d by.
\nThis thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,
\nTo love that well which thou must leave ere long. 14<\/span><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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SONNET CVI\u00a0 \u00a0106<\/h2>\n

When in the chronicle of wasted time
\nI see descriptions of the fairest wights,
\nAnd beauty making beautiful old rhyme
\nIn praise of ladies dead and lovely knights,
\nThen, in the blazon of sweet beauty’s best, 5<\/span>
\nOf hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,
\nI see their antique pen would have express’d
\nEven such a beauty as you master now.
\nSo all their praises are but prophecies
\nOf this our time, all you prefiguring; 10<\/span>
\nAnd, for they look’d but with divining eyes,
\nThey had not skill enough your worth to sing:
\nFor we, which now behold these present days,
\nHad eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise. 14<\/span><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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SONNET CXVI\u00a0 116<\/h2>\n

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
\nAdmit impediments. Love is not love
\nWhich alters when it alteration finds,
\nOr bends with the remover to remove:
\nO no! it is an ever-fixed mark\u00a05<\/span>
\nThat looks on tempests and is never shaken;
\nIt is the star to every wandering bark,
\nWhose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
\nLove’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
\nWithin his bending sickle’s compass come:\u00a010<\/span>
\nLove alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
\nBut bears it out even to the edge of doom.
\nIf this be error and upon me proved,
\nI never writ, nor no man ever loved.\u00a014<\/span><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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SONNET CXXIX\u00a0 \u00a0129<\/h2>\n

The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
\nIs lust in action; and till action, lust
\nIs perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame,
\nSavage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,
\nEnjoy’d no sooner but despised straight, 5<\/span>
\nPast reason hunted, and no sooner had
\nPast reason hated, as a swallow’d bait
\nOn purpose laid to make the taker mad;
\nMad in pursuit and in possession so;
\nHad, having, and in quest to have, extreme; 10<\/span>
\nA bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe;
\nBefore, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
\nAll this the world well knows; yet none knows well
\nTo shun the heaven that leads men to this hell. 14<\/span><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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SONNET CXXX\u00a0 \u00a0130<\/h2>\n

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
\nCoral is far more red than her lips’ red;
\nIf snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
\nIf hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
\nI have seen roses damask’d, red and white, 5<\/span>
\nBut no such roses see I in her cheeks;
\nAnd in some perfumes is there more delight
\nThan in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
\nI love to hear her speak, yet well I know
\nThat music hath a far more pleasing sound; 10<\/span>
\nI grant I never saw a goddess go;
\nMy mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
\nAnd yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
\nAs any she belied with false compare. 14<\/span><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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SONNET CXXXVIII\u00a0 138<\/h2>\n

When my love swears that she is made of truth
\nI do believe her, though I know she lies,
\nThat she might think me some untutor’d youth,
\nUnlearned in the world’s false subtleties.
\nThus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, 5<\/span>
\nAlthough she knows my days are past the best,
\nSimply I credit her false speaking tongue:
\nOn both sides thus is simple truth suppress’d.
\nBut wherefore says she not she is unjust?
\nAnd wherefore say not I that I am old? 10<\/span>
\nO, love’s best habit is in seeming trust,
\nAnd age in love loves not to have years told:
\nTherefore I lie with her and she with me,
\nAnd in our faults by lies we flatter’d be. 14<\/span><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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SONNET CXLVI\u00a0 146<\/h2>\n

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
\n[\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 ] these rebel powers that thee array;
\nWhy dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,
\nPainting thy outward walls so costly gay?
\nWhy so large cost, having so short a lease, 5<\/span>
\nDost thou upon thy fading mansion spend?
\nShall worms, inheritors of this excess,
\nEat up thy charge? is this thy body’s end?
\nThen soul, live thou upon thy servant’s loss,
\nAnd let that pine to aggravate thy store; 10<\/span>
\nBuy terms divine in selling hours of dross;
\nWithin be fed, without be rich no more:
\nSo shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,
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