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  113-115, 135-146.   . (7)

 



 



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ISBN978-5-4496-5279-9 (. 7)

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113


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		 113.  
		Since Ileft you, mine eye is inmy mind,
		And that which governs me togo about
		Doth part his function, and is partly blind,
		Seems seeing, but effectually isout;
		For it no form delivers tothe heart
		Ofbird, offlowr, or shape, which it doth latch:
		Ofhis quick objects hath the mind no part;
		Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch:
		For if it see the rudst or gentlest sight,
		The most sweet favour or deformedst creature,
		The mountain, or the sea, the day, or. night,
		The crow, or dove, it shapes them toyour feature.
		Incapable ofmore, replete withyou,
		My most true mind thus maketh mine eye untrue.

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		 114.  
		Or whether doth my mind being crowned withyou
		Drink-up the monarchs plague, this flattery?
		Or whether shall Isay mine eye saith true,
		And that your love taught it this alchemy,
		Tomake ofmonsters, and things indigest.
		Such cherubins as your sweet self resemble,
		Creating every bad aperfect best,
		As fast as objects tohis beams assemble?
		Πtis the first; tis flattry inmy seeing,
		And my great mind most kingly drinks itup;
		Mine eye well knows what with his gust is greeing,
		And tohis palate doth prepare thecup.
		If it be poisoned, tis the lessersin
		That mine eye loves it and doth first begin.

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115


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		 115.  
		Those lines that Ibefore have writ dolie,
		Even those that said Icould not love you dearer;
		Yet then my judgment knew no reasonwhy
		My most full flame should afterwards burn clearer.
		But reckoning Time, whose millioned accidents
		Creep intwixt vows, and change decrees ofkings,
		Tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharpst intents,
		Divert strong minds tothcourse ofaltring things
		Alas, why, fearing ofTimes tyranny,
		Might Inot then say Now Ilove you best,
		When Iwas certain oer incertainty,
		Crowning the present, doubting ofthe rest?
		Love is ababe: then might Inot sayso,
		Togive full growth tothat which still doth grow.

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   ,         :     Whoever hath her wish.

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		 135.  
		Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy Will,
		And Will toboot, and Will inoverplus;
		More than enough am Ithat vex thee still,
		Tothy sweet will making addition thus.
		Wilt thou, whose will is large and spacious,
		Not once vouchsafe tohide my will inthine?
		Shall will inothers seem right gracious,
		And inmy will no fair acceptance shine?
		The sea, all water, yet receives rain still,
		And inabundance addeth tohis store;
		So thou being rich inWill, add tothyWill
		One will ofmine, tomake thy large Will more.
		Let no unkind, no fair beseechers kill;
		Think all but one, and me inthat one Will.

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136


		 136.  
		If thy soul check thee that Icome so near,
		Swear tothy blind soul that Iwas thy Will,
		And will thy soul knows is admitted there;
		Thus far for love, my love-suit, sweet, fulfil.
		Will will fulfil the treasure ofthy love,
		Ay, fill it full with wills, and my willone.
		Inthings ofgreat receipt with ease we prove
		Among anumber one is reckoned none:
		Then inthe number let me-pass untold,
		Though inthy stores account Ione mustbe;
		For nothing hold me, so it please theehold
		That nothing me, asomething sweet tothee.
		Make but my name thy love, and love that still,
		And then thou lovest me for my name is Will.

   136   :     蠖 Thus far for love, my love-suit, sweet, fulfil.

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     ,    , ,  :      ꠖ Toput fair truth upon so foul aface,   .




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