OF SHAKESPEARE 109 THE TRUE AND THE FALSE How much more doth beauty beauteous seem, give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly But, for their virtue only is their show, And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall fade, my verse distils your truth. Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory. Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room Even in the eyes of all posterity That wear this world out to the ending doom. So, till the judgment that yourself arise, You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes. OF SHAKESPEARE III EBB AND FLOW WEET Love, renew thy force; be it not said SWEET Thy edge should blunter be than appetite, Which but to-day by feeding is allay'd, To-morrow sharpen'd in his former might : So, Love, be thou; although to-day thou fill The spirit of love with a perpetual dullness. Let this sad interim like the ocean be Which parts the shore, where two contracted new Come daily to the banks, that, when they see Else call it winter, which being full of care Makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare. 112 SONGS AND SONNETS ABSENCE BEING your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour Nor dare I question with my jealous thought So true a fool is love, that in your will OF SHAKESPEARE 113 SUBMISSION ABSOLUTE THAT god forbid that made me first your slave, I should in thought control your times of pleasure, Or at your hand the account of hours to crave, O let me suffer, being at your beck, The imprison'd absence of your liberty; And patience, tame to sufferance, bide each check, Without accusing you of injury. Be where you list, your charter is so strong I am to wait, though waiting so be hell; I |