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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 fee the rudeft or gentlest sight,

The most sweet favour or deformed'ft creature,
The mountain or the fea, 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 maketh mine untrue.

CXIV.

Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you,
Drink up the monarch's plague, this flattery?
Or whether shall I fay, mine eye saith true,
And that your love taught it this alchemy,
To make of monfters and things indigeft
Such cherubins as your sweet felf resemble,
Creating every bad a perfect beft,

As fast as objects to his beams affemble?
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 guft is 'greeing,

And to his palate doth prepare the cup:

If it be poison'd, 'tis the lesser fin

That mine eye loves it and doth first begin.

CXV.

Thofe lines that I before have writ do lie,

Even those that faid I could not love

you

dearer :

Yet then my judgement knew no reason why
My moft full flame should asterwards burn clearer.
But reckoning Time, whofe million'd accidents

Creep in 'twixt vows, and change decrees of kings,
Tan facred beauty, blunt the sharp'st intents,
Divert ftrong minds to the course of altering things;
Alas, why, fearing of Time's tyranny,
Might I not then say 'Now I love you beft,'
When I was certain o'er incertainty,
Crowning the prefent, doubting of the reft?

Love is a babe; then might I not say so,

To give full growth to that which still doth grow?

!

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 tempefts and is never shaken;

It is the ftar to every wandering bark,

[taken.

Whole worth's unknown, although his height be Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Wtihin his bending fickle'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.

CXVII.

Accufe me thus: that I have scanted all
Wherein I should your great deserts repay,
Forgot upon your dearest love to call,

Whereto all bonds do tie me day by day;

That I have frequent been with unknown minds,
And given to time your own dear-purchased right;
That I have hoifted fail to all the winds

Which should transport me farthest from your fight.
Book both my wilfulness and errors down,
And on just proof furmise accumulate;

Bring me within the level of your frown,

But shoot not at me in

your waken'd hate;

Since my appeal says I did not strive to prove
The conftancy and virtue of your love.

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