And thou in this shalt find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent. What's in the brain that ink may character, Where time and outward form would show it dead. O! never say that I was false of heart, As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie. Just to the time, not with the time exchang'd; This, together with the LIX. and LX., finish the series of eleven, which seems to have been addressed, after an interval, to the same friend as the first nineteen. This and the eight following are classed in a series of thir teen, entitled Fidelity." They seem addressed to a woman ; perhaps to the same as the XCIX., which precedes them in our numbering. Never believe, though in my nature reign'd Alas! 'tis true I have gone here and there, dear, Made old offences of affections new: Most true it is, that I have look'd on truth On newer proof, to try an older friend, Then, give me welcome, next my heaven the best, O! for my sake do you with Fortune chide, Than public means, which public manners breeds. 44 Motley was the proper dress of allowed or professional fools See As You Like It, Act ii. sc. 7; also King Henry VIII., Prologue, note 1. H. 45 To blench is to start or fly off from. See The Winter's Tale, Act i. sc. 2, note 34.-The Poet means that his offences have given his heart another youth, by proving the strength of his friend's affection H. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, 47 48 Your love and pity doth th' impression fill 46 Eysell is an old word for vinegar. 47 It is scarce possible to doubt that in the two foregoing Son nets we have some of the Poet's honest feelings respecting him self. Some foolish rhymester having spoken of Shakespeare and Garrick as kindred minds, Charles Lamb thereupon quotes from these Sonnets, and comments thus: "Who can read these instances of jealous self-watchfulness in our sweet Shakespeare, and dream of any congeniality between him and one that, by every traditior of him, appears to have been as mere a player as ever existed; to have had his mind tainted with the lowest players' vices.envy and jealousy, and miserable cravings after applause; one who in the exercise of his profession was jealous even of women. performers that stood in his way; a manager full of managerial tricks and stratagems and finesse ;- that any resemblance should ne dreamed of between him and Shakespeare,-Shakespeare who, In the plenitude and consciousness of his own powers, could, with that noble modesty which we can neither imitate nor appreciate express himself thus of his own sense of his own defects: Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featur'd like him, like him with friends possess'd; None else to me, nor I to none alive, my That steel'd sense or changes, right or wrong." Of others' voices, that my adder's sense 48 Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind, For it no form delivers to the heart Of bird, of flower, or shape, which it doth latch: The most sweet favour, or deformed'st creature, 49 The crow or dove, it shapes them to your feature: Incapable of more, replete with you, My most true mind thus maketh mine untrue." 50 Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you, Drink up the monarch's plague, this flattery? 48 The meaning seems to be, you are the only person who has power to change my stubborn resolution, either to what is right or to what is wrong. 49 Latch is a provincial word for catch. See Macbeth, Act iv sc. 3, note 12. H. 50 The word untrue is here used as a substantive. The sin cerity of my affection is the cause of my untruth; that is, of my not seeing objects truly, such as they appear to the rest of mankind.-MALONE. Or whether shall I say, mine eye saith true, As fast as objects to his beams assemble? If it be poison'd, 'tis the lesser sin That mine eye loves it, and doth first begin. Those lines that I before have writ do lie, Might I not then say, "Now I love you best," Let me not to the marriage of true minds |