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XCV



How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame

Which, like a canker in the fragrant rose,

Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name!

O! in what sweets dost thou thy sins enclose.

That tongue that tells the story of thy days,

Making lascivious comments on thy sport,

Cannot dispraise, but in a kind of praise;

Naming thy name, blesses an ill report.

O! what a mansion have those vices got

Which for their habitation chose out thee,

Where beauty\'s veil doth cover every blot

And all things turns to fair that eyes can see!

  Take heed, dear heart, of this large privilege;

  The hardest knife ill-us\'d doth lose his edge.

 	--William Shakespeare

CX



Alas! \'tis true, I have gone here and there,

And made my self a motley to the view,

Gor\'d mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear,

Made old offences of affections new;

Most true it is, that I have look\'d on truth

Askance and strangely; but, by all above,

These blenches gave my heart another youth,

And worse essays prov\'d thee my best of love.

Now all is done, save what shall have no end:

Mine appetite I never more will grind

On newer proof, to try an older friend,

A god in love, to whom I am confin\'d.

  Then give me welcome, next my heaven the best,

  Even to thy pure and most most loving breast.

 	--William Shakespeare

XXIX



When in disgrace with fortune and men\'s eyes

I all alone beweep my outcast state,

And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,

And look upon myself, and curse my fate,

Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,

Featur\'d like him, like him with friends possess\'d,

Desiring this man\'s art, and that man\'s scope,

With what I most enjoy contented least;

Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising,

Haply I think on thee,-- and then my state,

Like to the lark at break of day arising

From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven\'s gate,;

  For thy sweet love remember\'d such wealth brings

  That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

 	--William Shakespeare