T

HY BOSOM IS ENDEARED WITH
ALL HEARTS,

WHICH I BY LACKING HAVE
SUPPOSED DEAD,

And there reigns Love & all Love's loving parts,
And all those friends which I thought buried.

How many a holy and obsequious tear

Hath dear religious love stol'n from mine eye,
As interest of the dead, which now appear
But things remov'd, that hidden in thee lie!
Thou art the grave where buried love doth live,
Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone,
Who all their parts of me to thee did give;
That due of many now is thine alone:

Their images I lov'd I view in thee,
And thou (all they) hast all the all of me.

ULL MANY A GLORIOUS MORN-
ING HAVE I SEEN

F

FLATTER THE MOUNTAIN TOPS
WITH SOVEREIGN EYE,

Kissing with golden face the meadows green;
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy:

Anon permit the basest clouds to ride

With ugly rack on his celestial face,
And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace:
Sun one early morn did shine
With all-triumphant splendour on my brow;
But out alack! he was but one hour mine;

Even so my

The region cloud hath masked him from me now.

Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth;

Suns of the world may stain, when heaven's sun staineth.

O

H HOW MUCH MORE DOTH
BEAUTY BEAUTEOUS SEEM

BY THAT SWEET ORNAMENT
WHICH TRUTH DOTH GIVE!
THE ROSE LOOKS FAIR, BUT
FAIRER WE IT DEEM

For that sweet odour which doth in it live.
The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye
As the perfumed tincture of the roses,
Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly

When summer's breath their masked buds discloses:
But, for their virtue only is their show,
They live unwoo'd, and unrespected fade;
Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so:

Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made.

And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,
When that shall vade, my verse distils

your

truth.

Z

OT MARBLE NOR THE GILDED
MONUMENTS

OF PRINCES SHALL OUTLIVE
THIS POWERFUL RIME;

BUT YOU SHALL SHINE MORE

BRIGHT IN THESE CONTENTS

Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time.
When wasteful war shall statues overturn,

And broils root out the work of masonry,

Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn
The living record of your memory.

'Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity

Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room
Even in the eyes of all posterity

That wear this world out to the ending doom.

So, till the judgement that your self arise,
You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes.

W

HAT IS YOUR SUBSTANCE,
WHEREOF ARE YOU MADE,
THAT MILLIONS OF STRANGE
SHADOWS ON YOU TEND?
SINCE EVERY ONE HATH
EVERY ONE ONE SHADE,
And you, but one, can every shadow lend.
Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit
Is poorly imitated after you;

On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set,
And you in Grecian tires are painted new:
Speak of the spring, and foison of the year;
The one doth shadow of your beauty show,
The other as your bounty doth appear;
And you in every blessed shape we know.
In all external grace you have some part,
But you like none, none you, for constant heart.