No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change. Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck O, call not me to justify the wrong. O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide O, from what power hast thou this powerful might O, how I faint when I of you do write O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem O, how thy worth with manners may I sing O, that you were yourself! but, love, you are O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends 53 43 Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you 59 Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea. So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all . That thou hast her, it is not all my grief. Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art. Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes. Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend Was it the proud full sail of his great verse When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see Your love and pity doth the impression fill . |