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SONNETS.

I.

FROM fairest creatures we desire increase*,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel,
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament,
And only herald to the gaudy spring,

Within thine own bud buriest thy content,
And, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding *.

3 From fairest creatures we desire increase, &c.] See Venus and Adonis :

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Upon the earth's increase why should'st thou feed, "Unless the earth with thy increase be fed,

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By lay of nature thou art bound to breed,

"That thine may live when thou thyself art dead;
"And so in spite of death thou dost survive,

"In that thy likeness still is left alive." BOSWELL. If the first nineteen Sonnets be attentively examined, they will be found only to expand the argument of that stanza. I have been tempted frequently to consider those, and many more of the collection, as parts of a design to treat the subject of Adonis in the sonnet form; relinquished by the poet for the present more manageable stanza. BOADEN.

4 And, tender churl, MAK'ST WASTE in NIGGARDING.] So, in Romeo and Juliet:

"Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste? “Rom. She hath: and in that sparing makes huge waste." C.

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Pity the world, or else this glutton be,

To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee3.

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When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,

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this glutton be,

To eat the world's due, BY THE grave and thee.] The ancient editors of Shakspeare's works, deserve at least the praise of impartiality. If they have occasionally corrupted his noblest sentiments, they have likewise depraved his most miserable conceits; as, perhaps, in this instance. I read (piteous constraint, to read such stuff at all!)

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this glutton be;

"To eat the world's due, be thy grave and thee."

i. e. be at once thyself, and thy grave. The letters that form the two words were probably transposed. I did not think the late Mr. Rich had such example for the contrivance of making Harlequin jump down his own throat. STEEVENS.

I do not believe there is any corruption in the text. Mankind being daily thinned by the grave, the world could not subsist if the places of those who are taken off by death were not filled up by the birth of children. Hence Shakspeare considers the propagation of the species as the world's due, as a right to which it is entitled, and which it may demand from every individual. The sentiment in the lines before us, it must be owned, is quaintly expressed; but the obscurity arises chiefly, I think, from the aukward collocation of the words for the sake of the rhyme. The meaning seems to me to be this.- Pity the world, which is daily depopulated by the grave, and beget children, in order to supply the loss; or, if you do not fulfil this duty, acknowledge, that as a glutton swallows and consumes more than is sufficient for his own support, so you (who by the course of nature must die, and by your own remissness are likely to die childless) thus "living and dying in single blessedness," consume and destroy the world's due; to the desolation of which you will doubly contribute; 1. by thy death; 2. by thy dying childless.'

Our author's plays, as well as the poems now before us, affording a sufficient number of conceits, it is rather hard that he should be answerable for such as can only be obtained through the medium of alteration; that he should be ridiculed not only for what he has, but for what he has not written. MALONE.

Thy youth's proud livery, so gaz'd on now,
Will be a tatter'd weed", of small worth held:
Then, being ask'd where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days;
To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes,
Were an all-eating shame, and thriftless praise.
How much more praise deserv'd thy beauty's use,
If thou could'st answer-" This fair child of mine
Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse,-'
Proving his beauty by succession thine.

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This were to be new made, when thou art old, And see thy blood warm, when thou feel'st it cold.

III.

Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest,
Now is the time that face should form another;
Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.
For where is she so fair, whose un-ear'd womb
Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry??

Or who is he so fond, will be the tomb
Of his self-love, to stop posterity ?

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6 - a tatter'd WEED,-] A torn garment. MALOne.

7 - whose UN-EAR'D WOMB

DISDAINS THE tillage OF THY husbandry?] Thus, in Measure for Measure :

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"Expresseth his full tilth and husbandry." STEevens. Un-ear'd is unploughed. See p. 7, n. 1. MALONE.

8 Or who is he so FOND, will be the tomb

Of his self-love, TO STOP POSTERITY?] So, in Romeo and Juliet:

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beauty, starv'd with her severity,

"Cuts beauty off from all posterity."

Again, in Venus and Adonis :

"What is thy body but a swallowing grave,

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Seeming to bury that posterity

"Which by the rights of time thou needs must have,

"If thou destroy them not in their obscurity?"

Fond, in old language, is foolish. MALONE.

Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime 1:
So thou through windows of thine age shalt see,
Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time 2.
But if thou live, remember'd not to be,
Die single, and thine image dies with thee.

IV.

Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
Upon thyself thy beauty's legacy?

Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend;
And being frank, she lends to those are free".
Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse
The bounteous largess given thee to give?

Thou art thy mother's GLASS, &c.] So, in The Rape of Lucrece:

"Poor broken glass, I often did behold

"In thy sweet semblance my old age new-born."

MALONE.

1 Calls back the lovely APRIL of her prime:] So, in Timon of Athens:

"She whom the spital house and ulcerous sores
"Would cast the gorge at, this embalms and spices
"To the April day again." MALONE,

2 So thou through WINDOWS of thine AGE shalt see, Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time.] Thus, in our author's Lover's Complaint:

"Time had not scythed all that youth begun,

"Nor youth all quit; but, spite of heaven's fell rage,
"Some beauty peep'd through lattice of sear'd age."

MALONE.

3 NATURE'S bequest gives nothing, but doth lend; And being frank, she lends to those are free, &c.] So,

Milton, in his Masque at Ludlow Castle:

"Why should you be so cruel to yourself,

"And to those dainty limbs which nature lent

"For gentle usage, and soft delicacy?

"But you invert the covenants of her trust,

"And harshly deal, like an ill borrower,

"With that which you receiv'd on other terms."

STEEVENS.

Profitless usurer, why dost thou use

So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live?
For having traffick with thyself alone,

Thou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive.
Then how, when nature calls thee to be gone,
What acceptable audit canst thou leave?

Thy unus'd beauty must be tomb'd with thee,
Which, used, lives thy executor to be.

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Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
Will play the tyrants to the very same,
And that unfair, which fairly doth excell";
For never-resting time leads summer on '
To hideous winter and confounds him there;
Sap check'd with frost, and lusty leaves quite gone,
Beauty o'er-snow'd, and bareness every where *:
Then, were not summer's distillation left,
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,
Nor it, nor no remembrance what it was:

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4 What acceptable AUDIT canst thou leave ?] So, in Macbeth : "To make their audit at your highness' pleasure."

STEEVENS.

5 Those HOURS, &c.] Hours is almost always used by Shakspeare as a dissyllable. MALOne.

6 And that UNFAIR, which fairly doth excell;] And render that which was once beautiful, no longer fair. To unfair, is, I believe, a verb of our author's coinage. MALONE.

7 For never-resting TIME LEADS SUMMER ON-] So, in All's Well That Ends Well:

"For, with a word, the time will bring on summer." STEEVENS.

8 Beauty o'er-snow'd, and BARENESS every where :] Thus the quarto, 1609. The modern editions have

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barrenness every where."

In the 97th Sonnet we meet again with the same image:
"What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
"What old December's bareness every where!

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MALONE.

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