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Enjoy'd no sooner, but despised straight;
Paft reason hunted; and no sooner had,
Paft reason hated, as a swallow'd bait,
On purpose laid to make the taker mad :
Mad in pursuit, and in poffeffion so;
Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme;
A bliss in proof,—and prov'd, a very woe'
Beforę, a joy propos'd; behind, a dream :
All this the world well knows; yet none knows

To thun the heaven that leads men to this hell.

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far inore red than her lips' red :
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak,-yet well I know
That mufick hath a far more pleafing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go,
My mistress, when the walks, treads on the ground;

And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she bely'd with false compare.

Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,
As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel ;
For well thou know'st to my dear doting heart
Thou art the fairest and most precious jewel.

3 and prov'd a very woe ;] The quarto is here evidently corrupt. It reads :

and prov'd and very woe. MALONE. VOL. I.

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Yet, in good faith, some say that thee behold,
Thy face hath not the power to make love groan:
To say they err, I dare not be so bold,
Although I swear it to myself alone.
And, to be sure that is not false I swear,
A thousand groans, but thinking on thy face,
One on another's neck, do witness bear
Thy black is fairest in my judgment's place.

In nothing art thou black, Tave in thy deeds,
And thence this Nander, as I think, proceeds.

Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
Knowing thy heart, torment me with disdain ;
Have put on black, and loving mourners be,
Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.
And truly not the morning sun of heaven
Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east,
Nor that full star that ushers in the even,
Doth half that glory to the fober weft',
As those two mourning eyes become thy face?:
O let it then as well beseem thy heart


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A thousand groans, but thinking on the face,
One on another's neck) So, in Hamlet :
“ One woe doth tread upon another's bects,
is so fast they follow." Malone.
And truly not the morning sun of heaven

Better becomes the grey cheeks of the caft,] So, in K. Henry IV. P. II:

-it stuck upon him as the fun * In the

vault of heaven." MALONE. Nor that full far that users in the even

Doth half that glory to the sober weft,] Milton had perhaps these lines in his thoughts, when he wrote the description of the evening in his fourth book of Paradise Loft:

“ Now came ftill evening on, and twilight grey
“ Had in her sober livery all things clad-

7 As those two mourning eyes become thy face:] Thus the old




To mourn for me, fince mourning doth thee grace,
And suit.thy pity like in every part.

Then will I fwear beauty herself is black,
And all they foul that thy complexion lack.

Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
For that deep wound it gives my friend and me!
Is't, not enough to torture me alone,
But slave to savery my sweet'st friend must be?
Me from myself thy cruel eye hath taken,
And my next self thou harder haft engross’d;
Of him, myfelf, and thee, I am forsaken ;
A torment thrice three-fold thus to be crofs'd.
Prison my heart in thy steel bofom's ward,
But then my friend's heart let my poor heart bail ;
Who e'er keeps me, let my heart be his guard ;
Thou canst not then use rigour in my gaol:

And yet thou wilt; for I, being pent in thee,
Perforce am thine, and all that is in me.

So now I have confess'd that he is thine,
And I myself am mortgag'd to thy will;
Myself I'll forfeit, so that other mine
Thou wilt restore, to be my comfort fill :
But thou wilt not, nor he will not be free,
For thou art covetous, and he is kind;

copy. But the context, I think, clearly shows, that the post wrote-mourning. So before :

16 Thine eyes

Have put on black, and living mourners be." The two words were, I imagine, in his time pronounced alike. In a Sonnet of our author's, printed by W. Jaggard, 1599, We meet :

" In black morne I The fame Sonnet is printed in England's Helicon, 1600, and there the line stands : " In black mourn I MALONE,


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He learn'd but, surety-like, to write for me,
Under that bond that him as fast doth bind.
The statute of thy beauty * thou wilt take,
Thou usurer, that pur'st forth all to use,
And sue a friend, came debtor for my fake ;
So him I lose through my unkind abuse.

Him have I loft; thou hast both him and me;
He pays the whole, and yet am I not free.

Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy will,
And will to boot, and will in over-plus;
More than enough am I that vex thee still,
To thy sweet will making addition thus.
Wilt thou, whose will is large and spacious,
Not once vouchsafe to hide my will in thine?
Shall will in others seem right gracious,
And in my will no fair acceptance shine ?
The sea, all water, yet receives rain still,
And in abundance addeth to his store;
So thou, being rich in will, add to thy will
One will of mine, to make thy large will more.

Let no unkind, no fair beseechers kill ;
Think all but one, and me in that one Will.

If thy soul check thee that I come so near,
Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy will,
And will, thy soul knows, is admitted there;
Thus far for love, iny love-suit, sweet, fulfill.
Will will fulfill the treasure of thy love,
Ay, fill it full with wills, and my will one.

* The statute of thy beauty-1 Statute has here its legal fignification, that of a security or obligation for money. MALONE.

Ay, fill it full with wills, and my will one.) The modera editors, by following the old copy, in which the vowel / is here used initead of ay, have rendered this line unintelligible.



In things of great receipt with ease we prove ;
Among a number one is reckon'd none.
Then in the number let me pass untold',
Though in thy stores’account I one must be;
For nothing hold me, so it please thee hold
That pothing me, a something sweet to thee :

Make but my name thy love, and love that still,
And then thou lov'st me, for my name is Will.

CXXXVII. Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes, That they behold, and see not what they see? They know what beauty is, see where it lies, Yet what the best is, take the worst to be. If eyes, corrupt by over partial looks, Be anchor'd in the bay' where all men ride, Why of eyes' falsehood hast thou forged hooks, Whereto the judgment of my heart is ty'd ? ? Why should my heart think that a several plot', Which my heart knows the wide world's common



Among a number one is reckon'd none.

Then in the number let me pass untold, &c.] The same con. ceit is found in Romeo and Juliet :

Search among view of many: mine, being one,
May stand in number, though in reckoning none.

STEEVENS, i Be anchor'd in the baySoin Menfure for Meajure :

“ Whilst my intention, hearing not my tongue,
*Anchors on Isabel,” STEEVENS.

Whereto ibe judgment of my heart is ty'd ?] So, in Hamlet :

“ Grapple them to thy soul with books of steel.” Again, in Antony and Cleopatra : " My heart was to thy, rudder ty'd with strings.”

STEEVENS. 3 Why Should my heart think that a several plot,] The reader will find a full account of a several or several plot, in a note on Love's Labour's Loft, Vol. II. p. 407. edit 1778. MALONE.


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