(LXX) HAT thou art blamed shall not be thy defect, A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air. So thou be good, slander doth but approve If some suspect of ill masked not thy show, Then thou alone kingdoms of hearts shouldst owe. (LXXI) O longer mourn for me when I am dead Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, But let And mock you with me after I am gone. cold, (LXXIII) HAT time of year thou mayst in me behold Bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds Which by and by black night doth take away, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie As the death-bed whereon it must expire, sang: Consumed with that which it was nourished by: This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long. (xc) HEN hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow, And do not drop in for an after-loss : Ah, do not, when my heart hath 'scaped this sorrow, Give not a windy night a rainy morrow, If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last, At first the very worst of fortune's might; And other strains of woe, which now seem woe, Compared with loss of thee will not seem so. (XCIV) HEY that have power to hurt and will do none, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmovèd, cold, and to temptation slow,— They rightly do inherit heaven's graces, The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, But if that flower with base infection meet, For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds. |