Poems and sonnets with introductions, notes, glossary, critical comments, and method of study . h end. I see a better state to me belongs Than that which on thy humour doth depend: Thou canst not vex me with inconstant mind. Since that my life on thy revolt doth lie. to O, what a happy title do I find, Happy to have thy love, happy to die! But whats so blessed-fair that fears no blot? Thou mayst be false, and yet I know it not. 262 SONNETS XCIII. and XCIV. XCIII So shall I live, supposing thou art true,Like a deceived husband; so loves faceMay still seem love to me, though altered new;Thy look
Poems and sonnets with introductions, notes, glossary, critical comments, and method of study . h end. I see a better state to me belongs Than that which on thy humour doth depend: Thou canst not vex me with inconstant mind. Since that my life on thy revolt doth lie. to O, what a happy title do I find, Happy to have thy love, happy to die! But whats so blessed-fair that fears no blot? Thou mayst be false, and yet I know it not. 262 SONNETS XCIII. and XCIV. XCIII So shall I live, supposing thou art true,Like a deceived husband; so loves faceMay still seem love to me, though altered new;Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place: /For there can live no hatred in thine eye, 5 Therefore in that I cannot know thy manys looks the false hearts historyIs writ in moods and frowns and wrinkles strange,But heaven in thy creation did decreeThat in thy face sweet love should ever dwell; lo Whatever thy thoughts or thy hearts workings looks should nothing thence but sweetness like Eves apple doth thy beauty thy sweet virtue answer not thy show. \* / XCIV 4 4. They that have power to hurt and will do none. That do not do the thing they most do show. Who, moving others, are themselves as stone. Unmoved, cold and to temptation slow; They rightly do inherit heavens graces And husband natures riches from expense; They are the lords and owners of their faces. Others but stewards of their excellence. The summers flower is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die, lo But if that flower with base infection meet. The basest weed outbraves his dignity: For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds. 263 JXCV. and XCVI. SONNETS xcv How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame Which, like a canker in the fragrant rose, Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name! O, in what sweets dost thou thy sins inclose! That tongue that tells the story of thy days, 5 Making lascivious comments on thy sport,
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