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 monsters and things indigeft Such cherubins as your sweet self resemble, Creating every bad a perfect beft, As fast as objects to his beams assemble? And my great mind most kingly drinks it up : If it be poifon'd, 'tis the leffer fin That mine eye loves it and doth first begin. CXV. dearer : Thofe lines that I before have writ do lie, Even those that faid I could not love you Yet then my judgement knew no reason why My most full flame should asterwards burn clearer. But reckoning Time, whose million'd accidents Creep in 'twixt vows, and change decrees of kings, Might I not then say 'Now I love you best,' Crowning the present, doubting of the rest? To give full growth to that which still doth grow? CXVI. Let me not to the marriage of true minds 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 rofy lips and cheeks Within 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. I never writ, nor no man ever loved. CXVII. Accufe me thus: that I have scanted all Whereto all bonds do tie me day by day; That I have frequent been with unknown minds, Which should transport me fartheft from your fight. CXVIII. Like as, to make our appetites more keen, We ficken to fhun sickness when we purge; Even fo, being full of your ne'er-cloying sweetness, To bitter fauces did I frame my feeding; And fick of welfare found a kind of meetness To be diseased, ere that there was true needing. Thus policy in love, to anticipate The ills that were not, grew to faults assured, But thence I learn, and find the leffon true, |