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|Which time and thoughts so sweetly doth deceive, |

| And that thou teachest how to make one twain, |

| By praising him here who doth hence remain! |

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|Sonnet 40 |

|XL. |

|Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all; |

|What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? |

|No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call; |

|All mine was thine before thou hadst this more. |

|Then if for my love thou my love receivest, |

|I cannot blame thee for my love thou usest; |

|But yet be blamed, if thou thyself deceivest |

|By wilful taste of what thyself refusest. |

|I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief, |

|Although thou steal thee all my poverty; |

|And yet, love knows, it is a greater grief |

|To bear love's wrong than hate's known injury. |

| Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows, |

| Kill me with spites; yet we must not be foes. |

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Sonnet 41

|XLI. |

|Those petty wrongs that liberty commits, |

|When I am sometime absent from thy heart, |

|Thy beauty and thy years full well befits, |

|For still temptation follows where thou art. |

|Gentle thou art and therefore to be won, |

|Beauteous thou art, therefore to be assailed; |

|And when a woman woos, what woman's son |

|Will sourly leave her till she have prevailed? |

|Ay me! but yet thou mightest my seat forbear, |

|And chide try beauty and thy straying youth, |

|Who lead thee in their riot even there |

|Where thou art forced to break a twofold truth, |

| Hers by thy beauty tempting her to thee, |

| Thine, by thy beauty being false to me. |

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|Sonnet 42 |

|XLII. |

|That thou hast her, it is not all my grief, |

|And yet it may be said I loved her dearly; |

|That she hath thee, is of my wailing chief, |

|A loss in love that touches me more nearly. |

|Loving offenders, thus I will excuse ye: |

|Thou dost love her, because thou knowst I love her; |

|And for my sake even so doth she abuse me, |

|Suffering my friend for my sake to approve her. |

|If I lose thee, my loss is my love's gain, |

|And losing her, my friend hath found that loss; |

|Both find each other, and I lose both twain, |

|And both for my sake lay on me this cross: |

| But here's the joy; my friend and I are one; |

| Sweet flattery! then she loves but me alone. |

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|Sonnet 43 |

|XLIII. |

|When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see, |

|For all the day they view things unrespected; |

|But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee, |

|And darkly bright are bright in dark directed. |

|Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright, |

|How would thy shadow's form form happy show |

|To the clear day with thy much clearer light, |

|When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so! |

|How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made |

|By looking on thee in the living day, |

|When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade |

|Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay! |

| All days are nights to see till I see thee, |

| And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me. |

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Sonnet 44

|XLIV. |

|If the dull substance of my flesh were thought, |

|Injurious distance should not stop my way; |

|For then despite of space I would be brought, |

|From limits far remote where thou dost stay. |

|No matter then although my foot did stand |

|Upon the farthest earth removed from thee; |

|For nimble thought can jump both sea and land |

|As soon as think the place where he would be. |

|But ah! thought kills me that I am not thought, |

|To leap large lengths of miles when thou art |

|gone, |

|But that so much of earth and water wrought |

|I must attend time's leisure with my moan, |

| Receiving nought by elements so slow |

| But heavy tears, badges of either's woe. |

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Sonnet 45

|XLV. |

|The other two, slight air and purging fire, |

|Are both with thee, wherever I abide; |

|The first my thought, the other my desire, |

|These present-absent with swift motion slide. |

|For when these quicker elements are gone |

|In tender embassy of love to thee, |

|My life, being made of four, with two alone |

|Sinks down to death, oppress'd with melancholy; |

|Until life's composition be recured |

|By those swift messengers return'd from thee, |

|Who even but now come back again, assured |

|Of thy fair health, recounting it to me: |

| This told, I joy; but then no longer glad, |

| I send them back again and straight grow sad. |

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Sonnet 46

|XLVI. |

|Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war |

|How to divide the conquest of thy sight; |

|Mine eye my heart thy picture's sight would bar, |

|My heart mine eye the freedom of that right. |

|My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie-- |

|A closet never pierced with crystal eyes-- |

|But the defendant doth that plea deny |

|And says in him thy fair appearance lies. |

|To 'cide this title is impanneled |

|A quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart, |

|And by their verdict is determined |

|The clear eye's moiety and the dear heart's part:|

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| As thus; mine eye's due is thy outward part, |

| And my heart's right thy inward love of heart. |

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Sonnet 47

|XLVII. |

|Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took, |

|And each doth good turns now unto the other: |

|When that mine eye is famish'd for a look, |

|Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,|

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|With my love's picture then my eye doth feast |

|And to the painted banquet bids my heart; |

|Another time mine eye is my heart's guest |

|And in his thoughts of love doth share a part: |

|So, either by thy picture or my love, |

|Thyself away art resent still with me; |

|For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,|

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|And I am still with them and they with thee; |

| Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight |

| Awakes my heart to heart's and eye's delight. |

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Sonnet 48

|XLVIII. |

|How careful was I, when I took my way, |

|Each trifle under truest bars to thrust, |

|That to my use it might unused stay |

|From hands of falsehood, in sure wards of trust! |

|But thou, to whom my jewels trifles are, |

|Most worthy of comfort, now my greatest grief, |

|Thou, best of dearest and mine only care, |

|Art left the prey of every vulgar thief. |

|Thee have I not lock'd up in any chest, |

|Save where thou art not, though I feel thou art, |

|Within the gentle closure of my breast, |

|From whence at pleasure thou mayst come and part;|

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| And even thence thou wilt be stol'n, I fear, |

| For truth proves thievish for a prize so dear. |

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Sonnet 49

|XLIX. |

|Against that time, if ever that time come, |

|When I shall see thee frown on my defects, |

|When as thy love hath cast his utmost sum, |

|Call'd to that audit by advised respects; |

|Against that time when thou shalt strangely pass |

|And scarcely greet me with that sun thine eye, |

|When love, converted from the thing it was, |

|Shall reasons find of settled gravity,-- |

|Against that time do I ensconce me here |

|Within the knowledge of mine own desert, |

|And this my hand against myself uprear, |

|To guard the lawful reasons on thy part: |

| To leave poor me thou hast the strength of |

|laws, |

| Since why to love I can allege no cause. |

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Sonnet 50

|L. |

|How heavy do I journey on the way, |

|When what I seek, my weary travel's end, |

|Doth teach that ease and that repose to say |

|'Thus far the miles are measured from thy |

|friend!' |

|The beast that bears me, tired with my woe, |

|Plods dully on, to bear that weight in me, |

|As if by some instinct the wretch did know |

|His rider loved not speed, being made from thee: |

|The bloody spur cannot provoke him on |

|That sometimes anger thrusts into his hide; |

|Which heavily he answers with a groan, |

|More sharp to me than spurring to his side; |

| For that same groan doth put this in my mind; |

| My grief lies onward and my joy behind. |

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Sonnet 51

|LI. |

|Thus can my love excuse the slow offence |

|Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed: |

|From where thou art why should I haste me thence?|

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|Till I return, of posting is no need. |

|O, what excuse will my poor beast then find, |

|When swift extremity can seem but slow? |

|Then should I spur, though mounted on the wind; |

|In winged speed no motion shall I know: |

|Then can no horse with my desire keep pace; |

|Therefore desire of perfect'st love being made, |

|Shall neigh--no dull flesh--in his fiery race; |

|But love, for love, thus shall excuse my jade; |

| Since from thee going he went wilful-slow, |

| Towards thee I'll run, and give him leave to |

|go. |

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Sonnet 52

|LII. |

|So am I as the rich, whose blessed key |

|Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, |

|The which he will not every hour survey, |

|For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. |

|Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, |

|Since, seldom coming, in the long year set, |

|Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, |

|Or captain jewels in the carcanet. |

|So is the time that keeps you as my chest, |

|Or as the wardrobe which the robe doth hide, |

|To make some special instant special blest, |

|By new unfolding his imprison'd pride. |

| Blessed are you, whose worthiness gives scope, |

| Being had, to triumph, being lack'd, to hope. |

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|Sonnet 53 |

|LIII. |

|What is your substance, whereof are you made, |

|That millions of strange shadows on you tend? |

|Since every one hath, every one, one shade, |

|And you, but one, can every shadow lend. |

|Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit |

|Is poorly imitated after you; |

|On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set, |

|And you in Grecian tires are painted new: |

|Speak of the spring and foison of the year; |

|The one doth shadow of your beauty show, |

|The other as your bounty doth appear; |

|And you in every blessed shape we know. |

| In all external grace you have some part, |

| But you like none, none you, for constant heart. |

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Sonnet 54

|LIV. |

|O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem |

|By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! |

|The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem |

|For that sweet odour which doth in it live. |

|The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye |

|As the perfumed tincture of the roses, |

|Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly |

|When summer's breath their masked buds discloses:|

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|But, for their virtue only is their show, |

|They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, |

|Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so; |

|Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made: |

| And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, |

| When that shall fade, my verse distills your |

|truth. |

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Sonnet 55

|LV. |

|Not marble, nor the gilded monuments |

|Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme; |

|But you shall shine more bright in these contents|

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|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 lover's eyes. |

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Sonnet 56

|LVI. |

|Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said |

|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 |

|Thy hungry eyes even till they wink with |

|fullness, |

|To-morrow see again, and do not kill |

|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 |

|Return of love, more blest may be the view; |

| Else call it winter, which being full of care |

| Makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more|

|rare. |

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|Sonnet 57 |

|LVII. |

|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 services to do, till you require. |

|Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour |

|Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, |

|Nor think the bitterness of absence sour |

|When you have bid your servant once adieu; |

|Nor dare I question with my jealous thought |

|Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, |

|But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought |

|Save, where you are how happy you make those. |

| So true a fool is love that in your will, |

| Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill. |

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|Sonnet 58 |

|LVIII. |

|That god forbid that made me first your slave, |

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