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  89112, 127134.     (6)

 



 



 ,2019



ISBN978-5-4496-5085-6 (. 6)

ISBN978-5-4496-3971-4

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		 89.  
		Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,
		And Iwill comment upon that offence;
		Speak ofmy lameness, and Istraight will halt,
		Against thy reasons making no defence.
		Thou canst not (love) disgrace me half soill,
		Toset aform upon desired change,
		As Ill myself disgrace, knowing thy will:
		Iwill acquaintance strangle and look strange,
		Be absent from thy walks, and inmy tongue
		Thy sweet beloved name no more shall dwell,
		Lest I(too much profane) should do it wrong,
		And haply ofour old acquaintance tell.
		For thee, against myself Ill vow debate,
		For Imust neer love him whom thou dost hate.

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		Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever,now
		Now while the world is bent my deeds tocross,
		Join with the spite ofFortune, make mebow,
		And do not drop infor an after-loss.
		Ah do not, when my heart has scaped this sorrow,
		Come inthe rearward ofaconqueredwoe;
		Give not awindy night arainy morrow,
		Tolinger out apurposed overthrow.
		If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last,
		When other petty griefs have done their spite,
		But inthe onset come; so shall Itaste
		At first the very worst ofFortunes might;
		And other strains ofwoe, which now seemwoe,
		Compared with loss ofthee, will not seemso.

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		Some glory intheir birth, some intheir skill,
		Some intheir wealth, some intheir bodys force,
		Some intheir garments, though new-fangledill,
		Some intheir hawks and hounds, some intheir horse;
		And every humour hath his adjunct pleasure,
		Wherein it finds ajoy above the rest;
		But these particulars are not my measure:
		All these Ibetter inone general best.
		Thy love is better than high birth tome,
		Richer that wealth, prouder than garments cost,
		Ofmore delight than hawks and horsesbe;
		And having thee, ofall mens pride Iboast:
		Wretched inthis alone, that thou maysttake
		All this away, and me most wretched make.

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		 92.  
		But do thy worst tosteal thyself away,
		For term oflife thou art assured mine,
		And life no longer than thy love will stay,
		For it depends upon that love ofthine.
		Then need Inot tofear the worst ofwrongs,
		When inthe least ofthem my life hathend;
		Isee abetter state tome belongs
		Than that which on thy humour doth depend.
		Thou canst not vex me with inconstant mind,
		Since that my life on that revolt dothlie.
		Πwhat ahappy title do Ifind,
		Happy tohave thy love, happy todie!
		But whats so blessed-fair that fears no blot?
		Thou mayst be false, and yet Iknow itnot.

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		 93.  
		So shall Ilive, supposing thou art true,
		Like adeceived husband; so lovesface
		May still seem love tome, though alterednew;
		Thy looks with me, thy heart inother place:
		For there can live no hatred inthineeye,
		Therefore inthat Icannot know thy change.
		Inmanys looks, the false hearts history
		Is writ inmoods and frowns and wrinkles strange,
		But heaven inthy creation did decree
		That inthy face sweet love should ever dwell;
		What eer thy thoughts or thy hearts workingsbe,
		Thy looks should nothing thence but sweetness tell.
		How like Eves apple doth thy beauty grow,
		If thy sweet virtue answer not thy show!

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		They that have powr tohurt, and will do none,
		That do not do the thing they most do show,
		Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,
		Unmoved, cold, and totemptation slow
		They rightly do inherit heavens graces,
		And husband natures riches from expense;
		They are the lords and owners oftheir faces,
		Others but stewards oftheir excellence.
		The summers flowr is tothe summer sweet,
		Though toitself it only live anddie,
		But if that flowr with base infection meet,
		The basest weed outbraves his dignity:
		For sweetest things turn sourest bytheir deeds;
		Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.

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		 95.  
		How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
		Which, like acanker inthe fragrant rose,
		Doth spot the beauty ofthy budding name!
		Πinwhat sweets dost thou thy sins inclose!
		That tongue that tells the story ofthydays
		(Making lascivious comments on thy sport)
		Cannot dispraise, but inakind ofpraise,
		Naming thy name, blesses an ill report.
		Πwhat amansion have those vicesgot
		Which for their habitation chose out thee,
		Where beautys veil doth cover every blot,
		And all things turns tofair that eyes cansee!
		Take heed (dear heart) ofthis large privilege:
		The hardest knife ill used doth lose its edge.

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  ,      ࠖ Naming thy name, blesses an ill report.




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