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, 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, 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 cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; If this be error, and upon me proved, 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; 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 'taught to me I bore the canopy, With my extern the outward honouring. Or laid great bases for eternity, But mutual render, only me for thee. 66 a true When most impeach'd, stands least in thy control.-125. Dr. Drake, in maintaining that the Sonnets, from the 1st to the 126th, were addressed to Lord Southampton, has alleged, as one of the most striking proofs of this position," the fact "that the language of the Dedication to the 'Rape of Lucrece,' and that of the 26th Sonnet, are almost precisely the same." If the reader will turn to this Dedication, he will at once see the resemblance. "The love I dedicate to your lordship is without end," shows that, in the Sonnets as in the works of contemporary writers, the perpetually recurring terms of love and lover were meant to convey the most profound respect as well as the strongest affection. In that age friendship was not considered as a mere conventional intercourse for social gratification. There was depth and strength in it. It partook of the spiritual energy which belonged to a higher philosophy of the affections than now presides over clubs and dinner-parties. "My friend,” or “my lover," meant something more than one who is ordinarily civil, returns our calls, and shakes hands upon great occasions. Lord Southampton, in a letter of introduction to a grave Lord Chancellor, calls Shakspere "my especial friend." To Lord Southampton Shakspere dedicates "love without end." This 26th Sonnet, we have little doubt, is also a dedication, accompanying some new production of the mighty dramatist, in accordance with his declaration, "What I have done is yours, what I have to do is yours, being part in all I have devoted yours:" Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage But that I hope some good conceit of thine In thy soul's thought, all naked, will bestow it: Till whatsoever star. that guides by moving, Till then, not show my head where thou mayst prove me.-26. The Sonnet which precedes this has also the marked character of the same respectful affection; and, like the 26th, in all probability accompanied some offering of friendship: Let those who are in favour with their stars But as the marigold at the sun's eye; Again, the 23rd Sonnet is precisely of the same character. All these appear to us wholly unconnected with the poems which surround them-little gems, perfect in themselves, and wanting no setting to add to their beauty: As an unperfect actor on the stage, Who with his fear is put besides his part, So I, for fear of trust, forget to say And in mine own love's strength seem to decay, O'ercharged with burthen of mine own love's might. O let my books be then the eloquence And dumb presagers of my speaking breast; Who plead for love, and look for recompence, More than that tongue that more hath more express'd. O learn to read what silent love hath writ : To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.-23. Between the 23rd and 25th Sonnets, which we have just given-remarkable as they are for the most exquisite simplicity of thought and diction-occurs the following conceit : Mine eye hath play'd the painter, and hath stell'd Thy beauty's form in table of my heart; For through the painter must you see his skill, To find where your true image pictured lies, Which in my bosom's shop is hanging still, That hath his windows glazed with thine eyes. Now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done; Mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thine for me Are windows to my breast, where-through the sun Delights to peep, to gaze therein on thee; Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art, They draw but what they see, know not the heart.-24. But, separated by a long interval, we find two variations of the air, entirely out of place where they occur. Can we doubt that these three form one little poem of themselves? Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war, My heart mine eye the freedom of that right. My heart doth plead, that thou in him dost lie, (A closet never pierced with crystal eyes,) A quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart; The clear eye's moiety, and the dear heart's part: As thus: mine eye's due is thine outward part, And my heart's right thine inward love of heart.-46. Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took, And each doth good turns now unto the other: When that mine eye is famish'd for a look, Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother, With my love's picture then my eye doth feast, And to the painted banquet bids my heart: So, either by thy picture or my love, Thou by thy dial's shady stealth mayst know find Those children nurs'd, deliver'd from thy brain, To take a new acquaintance of thy mind. These offices, so oft as thou wilt look, The 76th to the 87th Sonnets (omitting the 77th and 81st) have been held to refer to a particular event in the poetical career of Shakspere. He expresses something like jealousy of a rival poet-a "better spirit." By some, Spenser is supposed to be alluded to; by others, Daniel. But we do not accept these stanzas as a proof that William Herbert is the person always addressed in these Sonnets, for the alleged reason that Daniel was patronised by the Pembroke family, and that, in 1601, he dedicated a book to William Herbert, to which Shakspere is held to allude in the 82nd Sonnet, by the expression "dedicated words." This is Mr. Boaden's theory. One of the Sonnets, supposed also to refer to William Herbert as a man right fair," was published in 1599, when the young nobleman was only nineteen years of age. But in the stanzas which relate to some poetical rivalry, real or imaginary, the person addressed has 66 "added feathers to the learned's wing, And given grace a double majesty." He is as fair in knowledge as in hue." The praises of the "lovely boy," be he William Herbert or not, are always confined to his personal appearance and his good nature. There is a quiet tone about the following which separates them from the Sonnets addressed to that "unknown youth;" and yet they may be as unreal as we believe most of those to be: Why is my verse so barren of new pride? Why write I still all one, ever the same, O know, sweet love, I always write of you, For, as the sun is daily new and old, So oft have I invok'd thee for my muse, sing, And heavy ignorance aloft to fly, And given grace a double majesty. And arts with thy sweet graces graced be; -78. Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid, |