SONNETS 11-13 SONNETS 14-16 + 16' 11 14 As Fast As Thou Shalt Wane, So Fast Thou Grow'st Not from the Stars Do I My Judgement Pluck
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1672 + SONNETS 11-13 SONNETS 14-16 + 16' 11 14 As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck, . In one of thine from that which thou: departest,l And yet methinks I have astronomy;O Ils'trological knowld And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow'st But not to tell of good or evil Juck, Thou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest. 0 turn away Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons' quality. O Herein lives wisdom, beauty, and increase; Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell, precis! Without this, folly, age, and cold decay. 'Pointing to each his thunder, rain; and wind, If all were minded so, the times should cease, Or say with princes if it shall-go well O And threescore year would make the. world away. By oft predict that I in heaven find; Jnll1terolls sit) Let those whom nature, hath notmade for store," breeding But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive, 10 Harsh,o featureless,o and Tude,o barrenly,perish. ugfy (all three words) 10 And, constant stars, in them I read such art Look whom she best endowed she gave :the more,2 As! truth and beauty shall together thrive Which bounteous gift thou shouldstin bountyO cherish. ,by ushig b01mtifully If from thyself to store thou wouldst convert. 2 She carved thee for her seal,3 and meant thereby Or else of thee this Iprognosticate: Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die. Thy endis truth's and beauty's doom and date.o filml judgment and 1'1 (C~.' . 12 , 15; ,J 'When I do count the clocko that tells the time, ' lwurs as they strike \\Then I consider eve'tTthihg that grows And see the braveD day sunk in hideous night; fine Holdso in perfection but a little moment, RenJai When I behold the violet past prime, That this huge stage presenteth naught but shows Arid sableo curls ensilvered o'er with white; black Whereon the stars in secret influenceD comment; (asrrologicali When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,' When I perceive that men as plants increase, Which erstO from heat did canopy the herd, once Cheered and checked even by the selfsame sky; O And summer's green all girded up in sheaves Vaunt intheir youthful sap,° at height decrease, Gloat I streng 1 Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard: And wear their brave state out of memory: I Then of thy beauty do I question make Then the conceitO of this inconstant stayO illlilginarl0l1 / (on eart, 10 That thou among the wastes of time must go, 10 Sets you most rich in youth .before my sight, Since sweetsO and beauties do themselves forsake, sweet things mere wasteful time debatethO with dec;1y comper And die as fast as they see others grow; To change your day of youth to sullied night; And nothing 'gainst time's scythe can make defence And all in war with time,,-£oi~ love of you, Save breed to brave himO when hetakes thee hence. children to defy time As he takes from you, I e!1graft you new. 2 13 16[' o that you were yourself! 1 But, love, you are But wherefore do not you a mightier way No longer yours than you yourself here live. Make war upon this bloody tyrant, time, AgainstO this coming end you should prepare, F" And fortify yourself in your decay And your sweet semblance to some other give. "With means more blessed than my barren rhyme? So should that beauty which you hold in lease Now stand you on the top of happy hours,° in your pri11 Find no determination;o then you wereO never end /wOldd be And many maiden gardens yet unsetO 1-111plant! Yourself again after your self's decease, With virtuous wish would bear your living flowers, When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear. ' Much liker than your painted counterfeit.° image in art or poet 2 o Who lets so fair a house fall. to decay, So should the lines of life that life repair Testa 3 10 Which husbandry' in honour might nphold 10 mich this time's pencil or my pupil pen Against the stormy gusts of winter's day, Neither in inward worth nor outward fair And barren rage ofdeath's eternal cold? Can make you live yourself" ineye~ of men. as yourse 0, none but unthrifts,° dear my love, you know; spendthrifts To give' away yourself keeps yourself still,O (as childTe1 You had a father; let your son say so. And you must live drawn by your own sweetskill. Sonnet II 3. Literally, a stamp of authority. I. In a child begotten in youth (with ~ugge~tions of Sonnetl2 SQnnet 14 I loveyoli, restore you with my verse. ~exual intercOllr~elind of-death). 1. An ... beard: And sheaves of mature ("bearded") I. such art IAs: such predictions as that. Sonnet 16 2. To whomever nature gave most (made be.st-looking) grain carried away on the harvest cart; old man borne on 2. Ifyou would prOvide for tbe future. 1. This sonnet links \\ith 15. she gave even more (extra reproductive abilities). The a funeral bier. SonnetlI5 2. Lineage; IMng lines (unlike those ofpoet or p<linter near circularity of"best endowed" and "more~' alludes to Sonnet 13 l. \Vear theirsplendid clothing until they are forgotten 3. Neither today's painters ("pencil" means "paintbrush Matthew 25:29, the paradoxical parable of the talents: 1. If only you could remain your (eternal) self. (with a sense of "wearing out"). nor I, who imitate psjnting in my verse. "For unto every man that hath, it shall be given." 2. Stewardship; being a husband. 2. And . ,. new: And I, in competition 'Aith time because 1676 + SONNETS 22-25 SONNETS 25-28 + Presume not on1 thy heart when mine is slain: 10 Mter athousand victories once foiled thine~6t:t. Thou gav'st me give back again. Is from, the book 0f.hon'our ra.zedo quite, ~... And all the rest forgot for which be toiled. Then happy I, that love and am beloved As an unperfect actor ~n:h stage 'Where·f may not remove nor be removed. Who with his fear is put besideso his part, forgets Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage 26 Whose strength's abundance weakens his' own heart, Lord of my love, to whom in vassalageO So I, for fear of trust,O forget to say lacl{ ofconfidence Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit; feudal all The perfect ceremony of love's rite, I To thee I send this written embassageO And in mine own love's strength seem to decay, To witness ,duty, not to show.my wit; O'er~charged with burden of mine own love's,might. Duty so greatwhich wit so poor as mine o let my books be then the eloquence May make seem bare in wantingO words to, show it, 10 And dumb presagers'O of my speaking breast, mllte preseHters But that I hope some good conceitO of thine \Vhoplead for love, and look for recompense , 2 In thy soul's thought, all naked,i will bestow<' it, More than that tongue that more hath more expressed. Till whatsoever star that guides my movingO provide apJ learn to read what silent love hath writ; o 10 Points on· me graciously with fair aspect,° To hear with eyes belQQ~o love's fine wit. And puts apparel on mytattered loving astrological in} f;;4) To show me worthy of thy sweet respect, 2 Then may fdare to boast how I do love thee; Mine eye hath played ~painter,1 and hath steeled Till then, not showmyhead where thou mayst prove" me. Thy beauty's form in tableO of my heart. the painted tablet My body is the frame wherein 'tis held, 27 And perspective3 it is best painter's art; Weary with toil I haste me to my bed, For through the painter must you see his skill The dear repose for limbs With travelO tired; To find where your true image pictured lies, But then begins a journey in my head work;joun \iVhich in my bosom's shope is hanging still, heart's workshop To work-my mind when body's work's expired; T~at hath his windows glazed with thine eyes,4 For then my thoughts, from far where I abide, Now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done: Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee, 10 Mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thinefor'me And, keep my drooping eyelidsopen<wide, Are windows to my breast, wherethrough the sun Looking on darkness which tlLe blind do see:' Delights to peep, to gaze therein on thee, Save that my soul's imaginllfy sight lack this talent Yet eyes this cunning wantO to grace their art: 10 Presents thy shadowo ,to. my sightless· view; They draw but what they see, know not the heart, Which like ajewe1 hungin ghastly night pi Makes black night beauteous and her old.face new, 25 Lo, thus by day my limbs, by night my mind" Let those who are in favour with their stars ForO, thee, and formyself, no quiet find. or public honour and proud titles boast, Becat \Vhilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars, 28' Unlooked~for l joy in that I honour most. How can I then return in happy plight, 0 Great princes' favourites their fair leaves spreado bloom That am debarred the benefit of rest, cond But as the marigold at the sun's eye,2 o When day's oppression is not eased by night, And in themselves their pride lies buried, will lie But day by night and night by,day oppressed, For at a frown they in their glory die.