The Sonnet Project

  1. When most I winke then doe mine eyes best see,
    For all the day they view things unrespected,
    But when I sleepe, in dreames they looke on thee,
    And darkely bright, are bright in darke directed.
    Then thou whose shaddow shaddowes doth make bright,
    How would thy shadowes forme, forme happy show,
    To the cleere day with thy much cleerer light,
    When to un-seeing eyes thy shade shines so?
    How would (I say) mine eyes be blessed made,
    By looking on thee in the living day?
    When in dead night thy faire imperfect shade,
    Through heavy sleepe on sightlesse eyes doth stay?
    All dayes are nights to see till I see thee,
    And nights bright daies when dreams do shew thee me.

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  2. Why didst thou promise such a beautious day,
    And make me travaile forth without my cloake,
    To let bace cloudes ore-take me in my way,
    Hiding thy brav’ry in their rotten smoke.
    Tis not enough that through the cloude thou breake,
    To dry the raine on my storme-beaten face,
    For no man well of such a salve can speake,
    That heales the wound, and cures not the disgrace:
    Nor can thy shame give phisicke to my griefe,
    Though thou repent, yet I have still the losse,
    Th’offenders sorrow lends but weake reliefe
    To him that beares the strong offenses crosse.

    Ah but those teares are pearle which thy love sheeds,
    And they are ritch, and ransome all ill deeds.

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  4. Two loves I have of comfort and dispaire,
    Which like two spirits do sugiest me still,
    The better angell is a man right faire:
    The worser spirit a woman collour’d il.
    To win me soone to hell my femall evill,
    Tempteth my better angel from my side,
    And would corrupt my saint to be a divel:
    Wooing his purity with her fowle pride.
    And whether that my angel be turn’d finde,
    Suspect I may, yet not directly tell,
    But being both from me both to each friend,
    I gesse one angel in an others hel.
    Yet this shal I nere know but live in doubt,
    Till my bad angel fire my good one out.

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  5. If thy soule check thee that I come so neere,
    Sweare to thy blind soule that I was thy Will,
    And will thy soule knowes is admitted there,
    Thus farre for love, my love-sute sweet fullfill.
    Will, will fulfill the treasure of thy love,
    I fill it full with wils, and my will one,
    In things of great receit with ease we proove,
    Among a number one is reckon’d none.
    Then in the number let me passe untold,
    Though in thy stores account I one must be,
    For nothing hold me, so it please thee hold,
    That nothing me, a some-thing sweet to thee.
    Make but my name thy love, and love that still,
    And then thou lov’st me for my name is Will.

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