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Sonnet 131

|CXXXI. |
|Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, |
|As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel; |
|For well thou know'st to my dear doting heart |
|Thou art the fairest and most precious jewel. |
|Yet, in good faith, some say that thee behold |
|Thy face hath not the power to make love groan: |
|To say they err I dare not be so bold, |
|Although I swear it to myself alone. |
|And, to be sure that is not false I swear, |
|A thousand groans, but thinking on thy face, |
|One on another's neck, do witness bear |
|Thy black is fairest in my judgment's place. |
| In nothing art thou black save in thy deeds, |
| And thence this slander, as I think, proceeds. |

Sonnets of William Shakespeare

Sonnet 132

|CXXXII. |
|Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, |
|Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain, |
|Have put on black and loving mourners be, |
|Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain. |
|And truly not the morning sun of heaven |
|Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east, |
|Nor that full star that ushers in the even |
|Doth half that glory to the sober west, |
|As those two mourning eyes become thy face: |
|O, let it then as well beseem thy heart |
|To mourn for me, since mourning doth thee grace, |
|And suit thy pity like in every part. |
| Then will I swear beauty herself is black |
| And all they foul that thy complexion lack. |

Sonnets of William Shakespeare

Sonnet 133

|CXXXIII. |
|Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan |
|For that deep wound it gives my friend and me! |
|Is't not enough to torture me alone, |
|But slave to slavery my sweet'st friend must be? |
|Me from myself thy cruel eye hath taken, |
|And my next self thou harder hast engross'd: |
|Of him, myself, and thee, I am forsaken; |
|A torment thrice threefold thus to be cross'd. |
|Prison my heart in thy steel bosom's ward, |
|But then my friend's heart let my poor heart |
|bail; |
|Whoe'er keeps me, let my heart be his guard; |
|Thou canst not then use rigor in my gaol: |
| And yet thou wilt; for I, being pent in thee, |
| Perforce am thine, and all that is in me. |

Sonnets of William Shakespeare

Sonnet 134

|CXXXIV. |
|So, now I have confess'd that he is thine, |
|And I myself am mortgaged to thy will, |
|Myself I'll forfeit, so that other mine |
|Thou wilt restore, to be my comfort still: |
|But thou wilt not, nor he will not be free, |
|For thou art covetous and he is kind; |
|He learn'd but surety-like to write for me |
|Under that bond that him as fast doth bind. |
|The statute of thy beauty thou wilt take, |
|Thou usurer, that put'st forth all to use, |
|And sue a friend came debtor for my sake; |
|So him I lose through my unkind abuse. |
| Him have I lost; thou hast both him and me: |
| He pays the whole, and yet am I not free. |

Sonnets of William Shakespeare

Sonnet 135

|CXXXV. |
|Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy 'Will,' |
|And 'Will' to boot, and 'Will' in overplus; |
|More than enough am I that vex thee still, |
|To thy sweet will making addition thus. |
|Wilt thou, whose will is large and spacious, |
|Not once vouchsafe to hide my will in thine? |
|Shall will in others seem right gracious, |
|And in my will no fair acceptance shine? |
|The sea all water, yet receives rain still |
|And in abundance addeth to his store; |
|So thou, being rich in 'Will,' add to thy 'Will' |
|One will of mine, to make thy large 'Will' more. |
| Let no unkind, no fair beseechers kill; |
| Think all but one, and me in that one 'Will.' |

Sonnets of William Shakespeare

Sonnet 136

|CXXXVI. |
|If thy soul cheque thee that I come so near, |
|Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy 'Will,' |
|And will, thy soul knows, is admitted there; |
|Thus far for love my love-suit, sweet, fulfil. |
|'Will' will fulfil the treasure of thy love, |
|Ay, fill it full with wills, and my will one. |
|In things of great receipt with ease we prove |
|Among a number one is reckon'd none: |
|Then in the number let me pass untold, |
|Though in thy stores' account I one must be; |
|For nothing hold me, so it please thee hold |
|That nothing me, a something sweet to thee: |
| Make but my name thy love, and love that still,|
| |
| And then thou lovest me, for my name is 'Will.'|

Sonnets of William Shakespeare

Sonnet 137

|CXXXVII. |
|Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine |
|eyes, |
|That they behold, and see not what they see? |
|They know what beauty is, see where it lies, |
|Yet what the best is take the worst to be. |
|If eyes corrupt by over-partial looks |
|Be anchor'd in the bay where all men ride, |
|Why of eyes' falsehood hast thou forged hooks, |
|Whereto the judgment of my heart is tied? |
|Why should my heart think that a several plot |
|Which my heart knows the wide world's common |
|place? |
|Or mine eyes seeing this, say this is not, |
|To put fair truth upon so foul a face? |
| In things right true my heart and eyes have |
|erred, |
| And to this false plague are they now |
|transferr'd. |

Sonnets of William Shakespeare

Sonnet 138

|CXXXVIII. |
|When my love swears that she is made of truth |
|I do believe her, though I know she lies, |
|That she might think me some untutor'd youth, |
|Unlearned in the world's false subtleties. |
|Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, |
|Although she knows my days are past the best, |
|Simply I credit her false speaking tongue: |
|On both sides thus is simple truth suppress'd. |
|But wherefore says she not she is unjust? |
|And wherefore say not I that I am old? |
|O, love's best habit is in seeming trust, |
|And age in love loves not to have years told: |
| Therefore I lie with her and she with me, |
| And in our faults by lies we flatter'd be. |

Sonnets of William Shakespeare

Sonnet 139

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