XXXIII.

Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye,
Kiffing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale ftreams with heavenly alchemy;
Anon permit the baseft clouds to ride
With ugly rack on his celestial face,

And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace:
Even fo my fun one early morn did shine
With all-triumphant splendour on my brow;
But, out, alack! he was but one hour mine,
The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now.
Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth ;

Suns of the world may stain when heaven's fun

ftaineth.

XXXIV.

Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,
And make me travel forth without my cloak,
To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way,
Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke?

'Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break, To dry the rain on my ftorm-beaten face,

For no man well of such a salve can speak

That heals the wound and cures not the difgrace:
Nor can thy fhame give phyfic to my grief;
Though thou repent, yet I have still the loss:
The offender's forrow lends but weak relief

To him that bears the strong offence's cross.

Ah, but those tears are pearl which thy love sheds,

And they are rich and ransom all ill deeds.

XXXV.

No more be grieved at that which thou haft done:
Roses have thorns, and filver fountains mud;
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and fun,

And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
All men make faults, and even I in this,
2 Authorizing thy trespass with compare,
Myfelf corrupting, falving thy amifs,
Excufing thy fins more than thy fins are;
For to thy fenfual fault I bring in sense—
Thy adverse party is thy advocate—

And 'gainst myself a lawful plea commence :
Such civil war is in my love and hate,

That I an acceffary needs must be

To that sweet thief which fourly robs from me.

XXXVI.

Let me confefs that we two must be twain,
Although our undivided loves are one:
So fhall those blots that do with me remain,
Without thy help, by me be borne alone.
In our two loves there is but one respect,
Though in our lives a feparable fpite,

Which, though it alter not love's sole effect,
Yet doth it steal fweet hours from love's delight.

I may not evermore acknowledge thee,

Left my bewailed guilt should do thee shame,
Nor thou with public kindness honour me,
Unless thou take that honour from thy name:

But do not fo; I love thee in fuch fort

As, thou being mine, mine is thy good report.

XXXVII.

As a decrepit father takes delight

To see his active child do deeds of youth,
So I, made lame by fortune's dearest spite,
Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth;
For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit,
of these all, or all, or more,

Or

any

Entitled in thy parts do crowned sit,

I make my love engrafted to this store:

So then I am not lame, poor, nor despised,

Whilft that this shadow doth such substance give That I in thy abundance am fufficed

And by a part of all thy glory live.

Look, what is beft, that beft I wish in thee:

This wish I have; then ten times happy me!