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William Shakespeare, 1564-1616 [1609], Shake-speares Sonnets. Neuer before Imprinted (By G. Eld for T. T. [etc.], London) [word count] [S20127]. To look up a word in a dictionary, select the word with your mouse and press 'd' on your keyboard.
VVhy didst thou promise such a beautious day,
And make me trauaile forth without my cloake, To let bace cloudes ore-take me in my way, Hiding thy brau'ry in their rotten smoke. Tis not enough that through the cloude thou breake, To dry the raine on my storme-beaten face, For no man well of such a salue can speake, That heales the wound, and cures not the disgrace: Nor can thy shame giue phisicke to my griefe, Though thou repent, yet I haue still the losse, Th'offenders sorrow lends but weake reliefe To him that beares the strong offenses losse. Ah but those teares are pearle which thy loue sheeds, And they are ritch, and ransome all ill deeds.
William Shakespeare, 1564-1616 [1609], Shake-speares Sonnets. Neuer before Imprinted (By G. Eld for T. T. [etc.], London) [word count] [S20127]. |
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