the 43rd, 44th, and 45th are in a similar position. We have now a perfect little poem describing the journey—the restless pilgrimage of thought-the desire for return. The thoughts of a temporary separation lead to the fear that absence may produce estrangement: How careful was I, when I took my way, But thou, to whom my jewels trifles are, Within the gentle closure of my breast, And even thence thou wilt be stolen I fear, -48. The sentiment is somewhat differently re- sure; Now counting best to be with you alone, Then better'd that the world may see my pleasure : Sometime, all full with feasting on your sight, And by and by clean starved for a look; Possessing or pursuing no delight, Save what is had or must from you be took Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day, Or gluttoning on all, or all away.—75. But the 49th Sonnet carries forward the dread expressed in the 48th that his friend will "be stolen," into the apprehension that coldness, and neglect, and desertion may one day ensue: Against that time, if ever that time come, When I shall see thee frown on my defects, When as thy love hath cast his utmost sum, Call'd to that audit by advised respects; Against that time when thou shalt strangely pass, And scarcely greet me with that sun, thine eye, When love, converted from the thing it was, Since, why to love, I can allege no cause. 49. This Sonnet is also completely isolated; but much further on, according to the original arrangement, we find the idea here conveyed of that self-sacrificing humility which will endure unkindness without complaint, worked out with exquisite tender ness: When thou shalt be disposed to set me light, With mine own weakness being best ac¦ quainted, Upon thy part I can set down a story Such is my love, to thee I so belong, Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault, Against thy reasons making no defence. 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.-89. 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 scaped this sorrow, Come in the rearward of a conquer'd woe; Compared with loss of thee will not seem so.-90. Some glory in their birth, some in their skill, Some in their wealth, some in their body's force; Thou canst not vex me with inconstant mind, 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:-92. So shall I live, supposing thou art true, Is writ, in moods and frowns and wrinkles strange; But Heaven in thy creation did decree ings 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! -93. Separated from the preceding stanzas by Some in their garments, though new-fangled three Sonnets, the 94th, 95th, and 96th, which ill; Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse; And every humour hath his adjunct pleasure, Of more delight than hawks or horses be; All this away, and me most wretched make.-91. But do thy worst to steal thyself away, Than that which on thy humour doth depend. we have already given-(they are those in which a friend is mildly upbraided for the defects in his character)—we have a second little poem on Absence. It would be difficult to find anything more perfect in our own or any other language:— 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 everywhere! And yet this time removed was summer's time; The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me Or, if they sing, 't is with so dull a cheer, From you have I been absent in the spring, him. Yet not the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell held all to refer, except when they specially address a dark-haired lady of questionable character, would not have been greatly pleased to have been complimented on the sweetness of his breath, or the whiteness of his hand. The Sonnets which are unquestionably addressed to a male, although Or from their proud lap pluck them where they employ the term "beauty" in a way they grew: Nor did I wonder at the lilies white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose; Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away, The forward violet thus did I chide : Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, which we cannot easily comprehend in our own days, have always reference to manly beauty. The comparisons in the above Sonnets as clearly relate to female beauty. They are precisely the same as Spenser uses in one of his Amoretti,-the 64th; which thus concludes: : 'Such fragrant flowers do give most odorous smell, But her sweet odour did them all excel." It appears to us that in both the poems on If not from my love's breath? The purple Absence, in the stanzas which anticipate pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed. And buds of marjoram had stolen thy hair: More flowers I noted, yet I none could see, thee.-99. But this poem is quite unconnected with what precedes it. It is placed where it is, upon no principle of continuity. Are we, then, to infer that the friend whose "shame" is "like a canker in the budding rose" is the person who is immediately afterwards addressed as one from whom every flower hath stolen "sweet or colour?" If we read these three stanzas without any impression of their connexion with something that has gone before, we shall irresistibly feel that they are addressed to a female. They point at repeated absences; and why may they not then be addressed to the poet's first love? The Earl of Southampton, or the Earl of Pembroke, to whom the series of Sonnets are neglect and coldness, and in others which we have given and are about to give, we must not be too ready to connect their images with the person who is addressed in the first seventeen Sonnets; or be always prepared to "seize a clue which innumerable passages give us," according to Mr. Hallam, “and suppose that they allude to a youth of high rank as well as personal beauty and "The chief characteristic accomplishment."* of those passages which clearly apply to that "unknown youth" is, as it appears to us, extravagance of admiration conveyed in very hyperbolical language. Much that we have quoted offers no example of the justness of ductions:-"There is a weakness and folly Mr. Hallam's complaint against these proin all excessive and misplaced affection, which is not redeemed by the touches of nobler sentiments that abound in this long series of Sonnets." It would be difficult, we think, to find more forcible thoughts expressed in more simple, and therefore touching language, than in the following continuous verses. They comprise all the Sonnets numbered from 109 to 125, with the exception of 118, 119, 120, 121, three of which we have already printed as belonging to another subject than the poet's constancy of affection; *Literature of Europe,' vol. iii. p. 503, and one of which we shall give as an isolated fragment: O, never say that I was false of heart, As from my soul which in thy breast doth lie: So that myself bring water for my stain. Alas, 't is true, I have gone here and there, Made old offences of affections new. Even to thy pure and most most loving breast.-110. O, for my sake do you with fortune chide, Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued Pity me then, dear friend, and I assure ye, -111. Your love and pity doth the impression fill None else to me, nor I to none alive, wrong. In so profound abysm I throw all care Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind; Of bird, of flower, or shape, which it doth latch; Of his quick objects hath the mind no part, The mountain or the sea, the day or night, The crow, or dove, it shapes them to your feature. Incapable of more, replete with you, My most true mind thus maketh mine untrue.-113. Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you, Drink up the monarch's plague, this flattery, As fast as objects to his beams assemble? And to his palate doth prepare the cup: That mine eye loves it, and doth first begin.-114. Those lines that I before have writ, do lie, Even those that said I could not love you dearer; Yet then my judgment knew no reason why My most full flame should afterwards burn clearer. But reckoning time, whose million'd accidents Creep in 'twixt vows, and change decrees of kings, Tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharp'st intents, Divert strong minds to the course of altering things; Alas! why, fearing of time's tyranny, Love is a babe; then might I not say so, To give full growth to that which still doth grow?-115. Let me not to the marriage of true minds That looks on tempests, and is never shaken; Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and checks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Accuse me thus; that I have scanted all Wherein I should your great deserts repay; Forget upon your dearest love to call, Whereto all bonds do tie me day by day; That I have frequent been with unknown minds, And given to time your own dear-purchased right; That I have hoisted sail to all the winds Which should transport me farthest from your sight. Book both my wilfulness and errors down, Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain No! Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change: Thy pyramids built up with newer might told. Thy registers and thee I both defy, Not wondering at the present nor the past; For thy records and what we see do lie, Made more or less by thy continual haste: This I do vow, and this shall ever be, I will be true, despite thy scythe and thee:-123. If my dear love were but the child of state, No, it was builded far from accident; Which works on leases of short-number'd hours, But all alone stands hugely politic, That it nor grows with heat, nor drowns with showers. To this I witness call the fools of time, Which die for goodness, who have lived for crime.-124. Were 't aught to me I bore the canopy, With my extern the outward honouring. |