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XXXIX.

O, how thy worth with manners may I fing,
When thou art all the better part of me?

What can mine own praise to mine own self bring?

And what is 't but mine own when I praise thee? Even for this let us divided live,

And our dear love lose name of single one,

That by this feparation I may give

That due to thee which thou deferveft alone.
O absence, what a torment wouldst thou prove,
Were it not thy four leisure gave sweet leave
To entertain the time with thoughts of love,
Which time and thoughts so sweetly doth deceive,

And that thou teacheft how to make one twain,
By praifing him here who doth hence remain !

XL.

Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all;
What haft thou then more than thou hadst before?
No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call ;
All mine was thine before thou hadft this more.
Then if for my love thou my love receiveft,
I cannot blame thee for my love thou useft;
But yet be blamed, if thou thyself deceivest
By wilful tafte of what thyself refusest.
I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief,
Although thou fteal thee all my poverty;
And yet love knows it is a greater grief
To bear love's wrong than hate's known injury.
Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows,

Kill me with spites; yet we must not be foes.

XLI.

Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits,
When I am sometime absent from thy heart,
Thy beauty and thy years full well befits,
For ftill temptation follows where thou art.
Gentle thou art, and therefore to be won,
Beauteous thou art, therefore to be affailed;
And when a woman woos, what woman's fon
Will fourly leave her till she have prevailed?
Ay me! but yet thou mightst my seat forbear,
And chide thy beauty and thy ftraying youth,
Who lead thee in their riot even there

Where thou art forced to break a twofold truth,-
Hers, by thy beauty tempting her to thee,

Thine, by thy beauty being false to me.

XLII.

That thou haft her, it is not all my grief,
And yet it may be said I loved her dearly;
That she hath thee, is of my wailing chief,
A lofs in love that touches me more nearly.
Loving offenders, thus I will excuse ye:

Thou dost love her, because thou know'ft I love her;
And for my fake even so doth she abuse me,
Suffering my friend for my fake to approve her.
If I lose thee, my lofs is my love's gain,

And lofing her, my friend hath found that loss;
Both find each other, and I lose both twain,
And both for my fake lay on me this cross :
But here's the joy; my friend and I are one;
Sweet flattery! then she loves but me alone.

XLIII.

When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
For all the day they view things unrespected;
But when I fleep, in dreams they look on thee,
And, darkly bright, are bright in dark directed.
Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,
How would thy shadow's form form happy show
To the clear day with thy much clearer light,
When to unfeeing eyes thy fhade shines fo!
How would, I fay, mine eyes be blessed made
By looking on thee in the living day,
When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
Through heavy sleep on fightless eyes doth stay!
All days are nights to see till I see thee,

And nights bright days when dreams do fhow thee

me.

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