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Sonnets of William Shakespeare

Sonnet 148

|CXLVIII. |
|O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head, |
|Which have no correspondence with true sight! |
|Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled, |
|That censures falsely what they see aright? |
|If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote, |
|What means the world to say it is not so? |
|If it be not, then love doth well denote |
|Love's eye is not so true as all men's 'No.' |
|How can it? O, how can Love's eye be true, |
|That is so vex'd with watching and with tears? |
|No marvel then, though I mistake my view; |
|The sun itself sees not till heaven clears. |
| O cunning Love! with tears thou keep'st me |
|blind, |
| Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should |
|find. |

Sonnets of William Shakespeare

Sonnet 149

|CXLIX. |
|Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not, |
|When I against myself with thee partake? |
|Do I not think on thee, when I forgot |
|Am of myself, all tyrant, for thy sake? |
|Who hateth thee that I do call my friend? |
|On whom frown'st thou that I do fawn upon? |
|Nay, if thou lour'st on me, do I not spend |
|Revenge upon myself with present moan? |
|What merit do I in myself respect, |
|That is so proud thy service to despise, |
|When all my best doth worship thy defect, |
|Commanded by the motion of thine eyes? |
| But, love, hate on, for now I know thy mind; |
| Those that can see thou lovest, and I am blind.|

Sonnets of William Shakespeare

Sonnet 150

|CL. |
|O, from what power hast thou this powerful might |
|With insufficiency my heart to sway? |
|To make me give the lie to my true sight, |
|And swear that brightness doth not grace the day?|
| |
|Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill, |
|That in the very refuse of thy deeds |
|There is such strength and warrantize of skill |
|That, in my mind, thy worst all best exceeds? |
|Who taught thee how to make me love thee more |
|The more I hear and see just cause of hate? |
|O, though I love what others do abhor, |
|With others thou shouldst not abhor my state: |
| If thy unworthiness raised love in me, |
| More worthy I to be beloved of thee. |

Sonnets of William Shakespeare

Sonnet 151

|CLI. |
|Love is too young to know what conscience is; |
|Yet who knows not conscience is born of love? |
|Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss, |
|Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove: |
|For, thou betraying me, I do betray |
|My nobler part to my gross body's treason; |
|My soul doth tell my body that he may |
|Triumph in love; flesh stays no father reason; |
|But, rising at thy name, doth point out thee |
|As his triumphant prize. Proud of this pride, |
|He is contented thy poor drudge to be, |
|To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side. |
| No want of conscience hold it that I call |
| Her 'love' for whose dear love I rise and fall.|

Sonnets of William Shakespeare

Sonnet 152

|CLII. |
|In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn, |
|But thou art twice forsworn, to me love swearing,|
| |
|In act thy bed-vow broke and new faith torn, |
|In vowing new hate after new love bearing. |
|But why of two oaths' breach do I accuse thee, |
|When I break twenty? I am perjured most; |
|For all my vows are oaths but to misuse thee |
|And all my honest faith in thee is lost, |
|For I have sworn deep oaths of thy deep kindness,|
| |
|Oaths of thy love, thy truth, thy constancy, |
|And, to enlighten thee, gave eyes to blindness, |
|Or made them swear against the thing they see; |
| For I have sworn thee fair; more perjured I, |
| To swear against the truth so foul a lie! |

Sonnets of William Shakespeare

Sonnet 153

|CLIII. |
|Cupid laid by his brand, and fell asleep: |
|A maid of Dian's this advantage found, |
|And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep |
|In a cold valley-fountain of that ground; |
|Which borrow'd from this holy fire of Love |
|A dateless lively heat, still to endure, |
|And grew a seething bath, which yet men prove |
|Against strange maladies a sovereign cure. |
|But at my mistress' eye Love's brand new-fired, |
|The boy for trial needs would touch my breast; |
|I, sick withal, the help of bath desired, |
|And thither hied, a sad distemper'd guest, |
| But found no cure: the bath for my help lies |
| Where Cupid got new fire--my mistress' eyes. |

Sonnets of William Shakespeare

Sonnet 154

|CLIV. |
|The little Love-god lying once asleep |
|Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand, |
|Whilst many nymphs that vow'd chaste life to keep|
| |
|Came tripping by; but in her maiden hand |
|The fairest votary took up that fire |
|Which many legions of true hearts had warm'd; |
|And so the general of hot desire |
|Was sleeping by a virgin hand disarm'd. |
|This brand she quenched in a cool well by, |
|Which from Love's fire took heat perpetual, |
|Growing a bath and healthful remedy |
|For men diseased; but I, my mistress' thrall, |
| Came there for cure, and this by that I prove, |
| Love's fire heats water, water cools not love. |

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