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| Сонеты ШекспираSonnets of William Shakespeare Sonnet 97 |XCVII. | |How like a winter hath my absence been | |From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! | |What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! | |What old December's bareness every where! | |And yet this time removed was summer's time, | |The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, | |Bearing the wanton burden of the prime, | |Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease: | |Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me | |But hope of orphans and unfather'd fruit; | |For summer and his pleasures wait on thee, | |And, thou away, the very birds are mute; | | Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer | | That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's | |near. | Sonnets of William Shakespeare Sonnet 98 |XCVIII. | |From you have I been absent in the spring, | |When proud-pied April dress'd in all his trim | |Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing, | |That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. | |Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell | |Of different flowers in odour and in hue | |Could make me any summer's story tell, | |Or from their proud lap pluck them where they | |grew; | |Nor did I wonder at the lily's white, | |Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose; | |They were but sweet, but figures of delight, | |Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. | | Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away, | | As with your shadow I with these did play. | Sonnets of William Shakespeare Sonnet 99 |XCIX. | |The forward violet thus did I chide: | |Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet | |that smells, | |If not from my love's breath? The purple pride | |Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells | |In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed. | |The lily I condemned for thy hand, | |And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair: | |The roses fearfully on thorns did stand, | |One blushing shame, another white despair; | |A third, nor red nor white, had stol'n of both | |And to his robbery had annex'd thy breath; | |But, for his theft, in pride of all his growth | |A vengeful canker eat him up to death. | | More flowers I noted, yet I none could see | | But sweet or colour it had stol'n from thee. | Sonnets of William Shakespeare Sonnet 100 |C. | |Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long| | | |To speak of that which gives thee all thy might? | |Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song, | |Darkening thy power to lend base subjects light? | |Return, forgetful Muse, and straight redeem | |In gentle numbers time so idly spent; | |Sing to the ear that doth thy lays esteem | |And gives thy pen both skill and argument. | |Rise, resty Muse, my love's sweet face survey, | |If Time have any wrinkle graven there; | |If any, be a satire to decay, | |And make Time's spoils despised every where. | | Give my love fame faster than Time wastes life;| | | | So thou prevent'st his scythe and crooked | |knife. | Sonnets of William Shakespeare Sonnet 101 |CI. | |O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends | |For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed? | |Both truth and beauty on my love depends; | |So dost thou too, and therein dignified. | |Make answer, Muse: wilt thou not haply say | |'Truth needs no colour, with his colour fix'd; | |Beauty no pencil, beauty's truth to lay; | |But best is best, if never intermix'd?' | |Because he needs no praise, wilt thou be dumb? | |Excuse not silence so; for't lies in thee | |To make him much outlive a gilded tomb, | |And to be praised of ages yet to be. | | Then do thy office, Muse; I teach thee how | | To make him seem long hence as he shows now. | Sonnets of William Shakespeare Sonnet 102 |CII. | |My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in | |seeming; | |I love not less, though less the show appear: | |That love is merchandized whose rich esteeming | |The owner's tongue doth publish every where. | |Our love was new and then but in the spring | |When I was wont to greet it with my lays, | |As Philomel in summer's front doth sing | |And stops her pipe in growth of riper days: | |Not that the summer is less pleasant now | |Than when her mournful hymns did hush the night, | |But that wild music burthens every bough | |And sweets grown common lose their dear delight. | | Therefore like her I sometime hold my tongue, | | Because I would not dull you with my song. | Sonnets of William Shakespeare Sonnet 103 |CIII. | |Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth, | |That having such a scope to show her pride, | |The argument all bare is of more worth | |Than when it hath my added praise beside! | |O, blame me not, if I no more can write! | |Look in your glass, and there appears a face | |That over-goes my blunt invention quite, | |Dulling my lines and doing me disgrace. | |Were it not sinful then, striving to mend, | |To mar the subject that before was well? | |For to no other pass my verses tend | |Than of your graces and your gifts to tell; | | And more, much more, than in my verse can sit | | Your own glass shows you when you look in it. | Sonnets of William Shakespeare Sonnet 104 |CIV. | |To me, fair friend, you never can be old, | |For as you were when first your eye I eyed, | |Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold | |Have from the forests shook three summers' pride,| | | |Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd | |In process of the seasons have I seen, | |Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, | |Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.| | | |Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand, | |Steal from his figure and no pace perceived; | |So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth | |stand, | |Hath motion and mine eye may be deceived: | | For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred; | | Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead. | Sonnets of William Shakespeare Sonnet 105 |CV. | |Let not my love be call'd idolatry, | |Nor my beloved as an idol show, | |Since all alike my songs and praises be | |To one, of one, still such, and ever so. | |Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind, | |Still constant in a wondrous excellence; | |Therefore my verse to constancy confined, | |One thing expressing, leaves out difference. | |'Fair, kind and true' is all my argument, | |'Fair, kind, and true' varying to other words; | |And in this change is my invention spent, | |Three themes in one, which wondrous scope | |affords. | | 'Fair, kind, and true,' have often lived alone,| | | | Which three till now never kept seat in one. | Sonnets of William Shakespeare Sonnet 106 |CVI. | |When in the chronicle of wasted time | |I see descriptions of the fairest wights, | |And beauty making beautiful old rhyme | |In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights, | |Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, | |Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, | |I see their antique pen would have express'd | |Even such a beauty as you master now. | |So all their praises are but prophecies | |Of this our time, all you prefiguring; | |And, for they look'd but with divining eyes, | |They had not skill enough your worth to sing: | | For we, which now behold these present days, | | Had eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.| Sonnets of William Shakespeare Sonnet 107 |CVII. | |Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul | |Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, | |Can yet the lease of my true love control, | |Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom. | |The mortal moon hath her eclipse endured | |And the sad augurs mock their own presage; | |Incertainties now crown themselves assured | |And peace proclaims olives of endless age. | |Now with the drops of this most balmy time | |My love looks fresh, and death to me subscribes, | |Since, spite of him, I'll live in this poor | |rhyme, | |While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes:| | | | And thou in this shalt find thy monument, | | When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are | |spent. | Sonnets of William Shakespeare Sonnet 108 |CVIII. | |What's in the brain that ink may character | |Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit? | |What's new to speak, what new to register, | |That may express my love or thy dear merit? | |Nothing, sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine,| | | |I must, each day say o'er the very same, | |Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine, | |Even as when first I hallow'd thy fair name. | |So that eternal love in love's fresh case | |Weighs not the dust and injury of age, | |Nor gives to necessary wrinkles place, | |But makes antiquity for aye his page, | | Finding the first conceit of love there bred | | Where time and outward form would show it dead.| Sonnets of William Shakespeare Sonnet 109 |CIX. | |O, never say that I was false of heart, | |Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify. | |As easy might I from myself depart | |As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie: | |That is my home of love: if I have ranged, | |Like him that travels I return again, | |Just to the time, not with the time exchanged, | |So that myself bring water for my stain. | |Never believe, though in my nature reign'd | |All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood, | |That it could so preposterously be stain'd, | |To leave for nothing all thy sum of good; | | For nothing this wide universe I call, | | Save thou, my rose; in it thou art my all. | Sonnets of William Shakespeare Sonnet 110 |CX. | |Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and there | |And made myself a motley to the view, | |Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most | |dear, | |Made old offences of affections new; | |Most true it is that I have look'd on truth | |Askance and strangely: but, by all above, | |These blenches gave my heart another youth, | |And worse essays proved thee my best of love. | |Now all is done, have what shall have no end: | |Mine appetite I never more will grind | |On newer proof, to try an older friend, | |A god in love, to whom I am confined. | | Then give me welcome, next my heaven the best, | | Even to thy pure and most most loving breast. | Sonnets of William Shakespeare Sonnet 111 |CXI. | |O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, | |The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, | |That did not better for my life provide | |Than public means which public manners breeds. | |Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, | |And almost thence my nature is subdued | |To what it works in, like the dyer's hand: | |Pity me then and wish I were renew'd; | |Whilst, like a willing patient, I will drink | |Potions of eisel 'gainst my strong infection | |No bitterness that I will bitter think, | |Nor double penance, to correct correction. | | Pity me then, dear friend, and I assure ye | | Even that your pity is enough to cure me. | Sonnets of William Shakespeare Sonnet 112 |CXII. | |Your love and pity doth the impression fill | |Which vulgar scandal stamp'd upon my brow; | |For what care I who calls me well or ill, | |So you o'er-green my bad, my good allow? | |You are my all the world, and I must strive | |To know my shames and praises from your tongue: | |None else to me, nor I to none alive, | |That my steel'd sense or changes right or wrong. | |In so profound abysm I throw all care | |Of others' voices, that my adder's sense | |To critic and to flatterer stopped are. | |Mark how with my neglect I do dispense: | | You are so strongly in my purpose bred | | That all the world besides methinks are dead. | Sonnets of William Shakespeare Sonnet 113 |CXIII. | |Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind; | |And that which governs me to go about | |Doth part his function and is partly blind, | |Seems seeing, but effectually is out; | |For it no form delivers to the heart | |Of bird of flower, or shape, which it doth latch:| | | |Of his quick objects hath the mind no part, | |Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch: | |For if it see the rudest or gentlest sight, | |The most sweet favour or deformed'st creature, | |The mountain or the sea, the day or night, | |The crow or dove, it shapes them to your feature:| | | | Incapable of more, replete with you, | | My most true mind thus makes mine eye untrue. | Sonnets of William Shakespeare Sonnet 114 |CXIV. | |Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you, | |Drink up the monarch's plague, this flattery? | |Or whether shall I say, mine eye saith true, | |And that your love taught it this alchemy, | |To make of monsters and things indigest | |Such cherubins as your sweet self resemble, | |Creating every bad a perfect best, | |As fast as objects to his beams assemble? | |O,'tis the first; 'tis flattery in my seeing, | |And my great mind most kingly drinks it up: | |Mine eye well knows what with his gust is | |'greeing, | |And to his palate doth prepare the cup: | | If it be poison'd, 'tis the lesser sin | | That mine eye loves it and doth first begin. | Sonnets of William Shakespeare Sonnet 115 |CXV. | |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 | |My most full flame should afterwards burn | |clearer. | |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, | | To give full growth to that which still doth | |grow? | Sonnets of William Shakespeare Sonnet 116 |CXVI. | |Let me not to the marriage of true minds | |Admit impediments. Love is not love | |Which alters when it alteration finds, | |Or bends with the remover to remove: | |O no! it is an ever-fixed 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 | |Within his bending sickle's compass come: | |Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, | |But bears it out even to the edge of doom. | | If this be error and upon me proved, | | I never writ, nor no man ever loved. | Sonnets of William Shakespeare |
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