Author: sue (---.nas16.kansas-city2.mo.us.da.qwest.net)
Date: 01-07-06 14:55
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Your love and pity doth the impression fill,
Which vulgar scandal stamp\'d upon my brow;
For what care I who calls me well or ill,
So you o\'er-green my bad, my good allow?
You are my all-the-world, and I must strive
To know my shames and praises from your tongue;
None else to me, nor I to none alive,
That my steel\'d sense or changes right or wrong.
In so profound abysm I throw all care
Of others\' voices, that my adder\'s sense
To critic and to flatterer stopped are.
Mark how with my neglect I do dispense:
You are so strongly in my purpose bred,
That all the world besides methinks are dead.
Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,
Some in their wealth, some in their body\'s 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\' costs,
Of more delight than hawks and 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 wretchcd make.
Or whether doth my mind, being crown\'d with you,
Drink up the monarch\'s plague, this flattery?
Or whether shall I say, mine eye saith true,
And that your love taught it this alchemy,
To make of monsters and things indigest
Such cherubins as your sweet self resemble,
Creating every bad a perfect best,
As fast as objects to his beams assemble?
O! \'tis the first, \'tis flattery in my seeing,
And my great mind most kingly drinks it up:
Mine eye well knows what with his gust is \'greeing,
And to his palate doth prepare the cup:
If it be poison\'d, \'tis the lesser sin
That mine eye loves it and doth first begin.
Love, and do what you like.