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William Shakespeare, Sonnet xxxiv

Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,
And make me travel forth without my cloak,
To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way,
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Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke?
'Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break,
To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face,
For no man well of such a salve can speak,
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That heals the wound, and cures not the disgrace:
Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief;
Though thou repent, yet I have still the loss:
The offender's sorrow lends but weak relief
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To him that bears the strong offence's cross. [*]
Ah! but those tears are pearl which thy love sheds,
And they are rich, and ransom all ill deeds.

Notes

line 12: Cross. The original had loss -- evidently a mistake. Malone substituted cross. [ Back to text ]

Most notes to Shakespeare's sonnets are from Charles Knight's edition, but those in square brackets are mine.