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|LXXXIX. |
|Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault, |
|And I will comment upon that offence; |
|Speak of my lameness, and I straight will halt, |
|Against thy reasons making no defence. |
|Thou canst not, love, disgrace me half so ill, |
|To set a form upon desired change, |
|As I'll myself disgrace: knowing thy will, |
|I will acquaintance strangle and look strange, |
|Be absent from thy walks, and in my tongue |
|Thy sweet beloved name no more shall dwell, |
|Lest I, too much profane, should do it wrong |
|And haply of our old acquaintance tell. |
| For thee against myself I'll vow debate, |
| For I must ne'er love him whom thou dost hate. |

Sonnets of William Shakespeare

Sonnet 90

|XC. |
|Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; |
|Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, |
|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 'scoped this |
|sorrow, |
|Come in the rearward of a conquer'd woe; |
|Give not a windy night a rainy morrow, |
|To linger out a purposed overthrow. |
|If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last, |
|When other petty griefs have done their spite |
|But in the onset come; so shall I taste |
|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. |

Sonnets of William Shakespeare

Sonnet 91

|XCI. |
|Some glory in their birth, some in their skill, |
|Some in their wealth, some in their bodies' |
|force, |
|Some in their garments, though new-fangled ill, |
|Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their |
|horse; |
|And every humour hath his adjunct pleasure, |
|Wherein it finds a joy above the rest: |
|But these particulars are not my measure; |
|All these I better in one general best. |
|Thy love is better than high birth to me, |
|Richer than wealth, prouder than garments' cost, |
|Of more delight than hawks or horses be; |
|And having thee, of all men's pride I boast: |
| Wretched in this alone, that thou mayst take |
| All this away and me most wretched make. |

Sonnets of William Shakespeare

Sonnet 92

|XCII. |
|But do thy worst to steal thyself away, |
|For term of life thou art assured mine, |
|And life no longer than thy love will stay, |
|For it depends upon that love of thine. |
|Then need I not to fear the worst of wrongs, |
|When in the least of them my life hath end. |
|I see a better state to me belongs |
|Than that which on thy humour doth depend; |
|Thou canst not vex me with inconstant mind, |
|Since that my life on thy revolt doth lie. |
|O, what a happy title do I find, |
|Happy to have thy love, happy to die! |
| But what's so blessed-fair that fears no blot? |
| Thou mayst be false, and yet I know it not. |

Sonnets of William Shakespeare

Sonnet 93

|XCIII. |
|So shall I live, supposing thou art true, |
|Like a deceived husband; so love's face |
|May still seem love to me, though alter'd new; |
|Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place: |
|For there can live no hatred in thine eye, |
|Therefore in that I cannot know thy change. |
|In many's looks the false heart's history |
|Is writ in moods and frowns and wrinkles strange,|
| |
|But heaven in thy creation did decree |
|That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell; |
|Whate'er thy thoughts or thy heart's workings be,|
| |
|Thy looks should nothing thence but sweetness |
|tell. |
| How like Eve's apple doth thy beauty grow, |
| if thy sweet virtue answer not thy show! |

Sonnets of William Shakespeare

Sonnet 94

|XCIV. |
|They that have power to hurt and will do none, |
|That do not do the thing they most do show, |
|Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, |
|Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow, |
|They rightly do inherit heaven's graces |
|And husband nature's riches from expense; |
|They are the lords and owners of their faces, |
|Others but stewards of their excellence. |
|The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, |
|Though to itself it only live and die, |
|But if that flower with base infection meet, |
|The basest weed outbraves his dignity: |
| For sweetest things turn sourest by their |
|deeds; |
| Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds. |

Sonnets of William Shakespeare

Sonnet 95

|XCV. |
|How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame |
|Which, like a canker in the fragrant rose, |
|Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name! |
|O, in what sweets dost thou thy sins enclose! |
|That tongue that tells the story of thy days, |
|Making lascivious comments on thy sport, |
|Cannot dispraise but in a kind of praise; |
|Naming thy name blesses an ill report. |
|O, what a mansion have those vices got |
|Which for their habitation chose out thee, |
|Where beauty's veil doth cover every blot, |
|And all things turn to fair that eyes can see! |
| Take heed, dear heart, of this large privilege;|
| |
| The hardest knife ill-used doth lose his edge. |

Sonnets of William Shakespeare

Sonnet 96

|XCVI. |
|Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness; |
|Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport; |
|Both grace and faults are loved of more and less;|
| |
|Thou makest faults graces that to thee resort. |
|As on the finger of a throned queen |
|The basest jewel will be well esteem'd, |
|So are those errors that in thee are seen |
|To truths translated and for true things deem'd. |
|How many lambs might the stem wolf betray, |
|If like a lamb he could his looks translate! |
|How many gazers mightst thou lead away, |
|If thou wouldst use the strength of all thy |
|state! |
| But do not so; I love thee in such sort |
| As, thou being mine, mine is thy good report. |

Sonnets of William Shakespeare

Sonnet 97

|XCVII. |
|How like a winter hath my absence been |
|From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! |
|What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! |
|What old December's bareness every where! |
|And yet this time removed was summer's time, |
|The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, |
|Bearing the wanton burden of the prime, |
|Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease: |
|Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me |
|But hope of orphans and unfather'd fruit; |
|For summer and his pleasures wait on thee, |
|And, thou away, the very birds are mute; |
| Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer |
| That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's |
|near. |

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