Shakespeare's Sonnets eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 53 pages of information about Shakespeare's Sonnets.

Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly? 
Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy: 
Why lov’st thou that which thou receiv’st not gladly,
Or else receiv’st with pleasure thine annoy? 
If the true concord of well-tuned sounds,
By unions married, do offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds
In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear. 
Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,
Strikes each in each by mutual ordering;
Resembling sire and child and happy mother,
Who, all in one, one pleasing note do sing: 
  Whose speechless song being many, seeming one,
  Sings this to thee:  ‘Thou single wilt prove none.’

IX

Is it for fear to wet a widow’s eye,
That thou consum’st thy self in single life? 
Ah! if thou issueless shalt hap to die,
The world will wail thee like a makeless wife;
The world will be thy widow and still weep
That thou no form of thee hast left behind,
When every private widow well may keep
By children’s eyes, her husband’s shape in mind: 
Look! what an unthrift in the world doth spend
Shifts but his place, for still the world enjoys it;
But beauty’s waste hath in the world an end,
And kept unused the user so destroys it. 
  No love toward others in that bosom sits
  That on himself such murd’rous shame commits.

X

For shame! deny that thou bear’st love to any,
Who for thy self art so unprovident. 
Grant, if thou wilt, thou art belov’d of many,
But that thou none lov’st is most evident: 
For thou art so possess’d with murderous hate,
That ’gainst thy self thou stick’st not to conspire,
Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate
Which to repair should be thy chief desire. 
O! change thy thought, that I may change my mind: 
Shall hate be fairer lodg’d than gentle love? 
Be, as thy presence is, gracious and kind,
Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove: 
  Make thee another self for love of me,
  That beauty still may live in thine or thee.

XI

As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow’st,
In one of thine, from that which thou departest;
And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow’st,
Thou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest,
Herein lives wisdom, beauty, and increase;
Without this folly, age, and cold decay: 
If all were minded so, the times should cease
And threescore year would make the world away. 
Let those whom nature hath not made for store,
Harsh, featureless, and rude, barrenly perish: 
Look, whom she best endow’d, she gave thee more;
Which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish: 
  She carv’d thee for her seal, and meant thereby,
  Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die.

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