OF SHAKESPEARE 3 169. EYE FLATTERY R whether doth my mind, being crown'd with OR you, Drink up the monarch's plague, this flattery? To make of monsters and things indigest As fast as objects to his beams assemble ? O, 'tis the first; 'tis flattery in my seeing, If it be poison'd, 'tis the lesser sin That mine eye loves it and doth first begin. 170 SONGS AND SONNETS THE GROWTH OF LOVE THOSE lines that I before have writ do lie, Even those that said I could not love you dearer : Yet then my judgment knew no reason why But reckoning time, whose million'd accidents Creep in 'twixt vows, and change decrees of kings, Tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharp'st intents, Divert strong minds to the course of altering things; Alas, why, fearing of time's tyranny, Might I not then say 'Now I love you best,' When I was certain o'er incertainty, Crowning the present, doubting of the rest? Love is a babe; then might I not say so, OF SHAKESPEARE 171 TRUE LOVE LET me not to the marriage of true minds Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O no! it is an ever-fixéd mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, If this be error and upon me proved, A SELF ACCUSATION ACCUSE me thus: that I have scanted all Wherein I should your great deserts repay, Forgot upon your dearest love to call, That I have frequent been with unknown minds And given to time your own dear-purchased right; That I have hoisted sail to all the winds Which should transport me farthest from your sight. Book both my wilfulness and errors down Since my appeal says, I did strive to prove SICK PASSION LIKE as, to make our appetites more keen, With eager compounds we our palate urge; As, to prevent our maladies unseen, We sicken, to shun sickness, when we purge : Even so, being full of your ne'er-cloying sweetness, And, sick of welfare, found a kind of meetness Thus policy in love, to anticipate The ills that were not, grew to faults assured; And brought to medicine a healthful state, Which, rank of goodness, would by ill be cured: But thence I learn, and find the lesson true, |