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With April's first-born flowers, and all things rare
That heaven's air in this huge rondure hems.
O let me, true in love, but truly write,
And then believe me, my love is as fair
As any mother's child, though not so bright
As those gold candles fix'd in heaven's air?:

Let them say more that like of hear-say well;
I will not praise, that purpose not to sell .

XXII.
My glass shall not persuade me I am old,
So long as youth and thou are of one date;

Labour's Lost : "I wish you the peace of mind, most royal couple

ment."

I formerly thought this word was of our author's invention, but I have lately found it in Spenser's Faery Queene:

" Allide with bands of mutual couplement.” MALONE. 6 That heaven's air in this huge RONDURE hems.] Rondure is a round. Rondeur, Fr. The word is again used by our author in King Henry V.:

""Pis not the roundure of your old-fac'd walls.” Malone. As those GOLD CANDLEs fix'd in heaven's air:] That is, the stars. So, in Romeo and Juliet :

- Nights candles are burnt out —" Again, in Macbeth:

“ There's husbandry in heaven;

“ Their candles are all out." So also in the Merchant of Venice: “ For by these blessed candles of the night.”

MALONE. " — those gold candles fix'd in heaven's air.” So, in the old copies of Pericles :

“ — the air-remaining lamps.” STEEVENS. 8 I will not PRAISE, that purpose not to sell.] So, in Love's Labour's Lost:

.“ To things of sale a seller's praise belongs.” Steevens. Again, in Troilus and Cressida :

« We'll not commend what we intend to sell.Where Dr. Warburton with some probability conjectures that Shakspeare wrote, "- what we intend not sell.” MALONE,

But when in thee time's furrows I behold 9,
Then look I death my days should expiate?.
For all that beauty that doth cover thee,
Is but the seemly raiment of my heart,
Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me;
How can I then be elder than thou art ?
O therefore, love, be of thyself so wary,
As I not for myself but for thee will;
Bearing thy heart, which I will keep so chary
As tender nurse her babe from faring ill.

Presume not on thy heart, when mine is slain ;
Thou gav'st me thine, not to give back again.

XXIII.
As an unperfect actor on the stage,
Who with his fear is put besides his part”,

9 — time's FURROWS I behold,] Dr. Sewell reads :

" time's sorrows " MALONE. 1 Then look I death my days should EXPIATE.) I do not comprehend how the poet's days were to be expiated by death. Perhaps he wrote:

“ my days should expirate,” i. e. bring them to an end. In this sense our author uses the verb expire, in Romeo and Juliet:

“— and expire the term

“Of a despised life.” I am sure I have met with the verb I would supply, though I have no example of it to offer in support of my conjecture. Shakspeare, however, delights to introduce words with this termination. Thus we meet with festinate and conspirate, in King Lear; combincte, in Measure for Measure; and ruinate, in King Henry VI. Steevens. I

The old reading is certainly right. Then do I expect, says Shakspeare, that death should fill up the measure of my days. The word expiate is used nearly in the same sense in the tragedy of Locrine, 1595 :

“ Lives Sabren yet to expiate my wrath ? ” i. e. fully to satisfy my wrath.

So also, in Byron's Conspiracie, a tragedy by Chapman, 1608, an old courtier says, he is

“ A poor and expiate humour of the court.” Again, in our author's King Richard III. :

“ Make haste; the hour of death is expiate.Malone.

Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage, Whose strength's abundance weakens his own

heart; So I, for fear of trust, forget to say The perfect ceremony of love's rite; And in mine own love's strength seem to decay, O’er-charg'd with burthen of mine own love's might. 0, let my books be then the eloquence 3

2 As an unperfect actor on the stage,
Who with his fear is put besides his part,] So, in Coriolanus :

“ Like a dull actor now,
“ I have forgot my part, and I am out,

“Even to a full disgrace." From the introductory lines of this Sonnet, it may be conjectured that these poems were not composed till our author had arrived in London, and became conversant with the stage. He had perhaps himself experienced what he here describes. MALONE.

It is highly probable that our author had seen plays represented, before he left his own country, by the servants of Lord Warwick. Most of our ancient noblemen had some company of comedians who enrolled themselves among their vassals, and sheltered themselves under their protection. See vol. v. p. 367, n. 7.

STEEVENS. The seeing a few plays exhibited by a company of strollers in a barn at Stratford, or in Warwick castle, would not however have made Shakspeare acquainted with the feelings of a timid actor on the stage. It has never been supposed that our author was himself a player before he came to London. Whether the lines before us were founded on experience, or observation, cannot now be ascertained. What I have advanced is merely conjectural.

MALONE. 3 0, let my Books be then the eloquence-] A gentleman to whom I am indebted for the observations which are marked with the letter C, would read:

“O, let my looks," &c. But the context, I think, shows that the old copy is right. The poet finding that he could not sufficiently collect his thoughts to express his esteem by speech, requests that his writings may speak for him. So afterwards :

“0, learn to read what silent love hath writ.Had looks been the author's word, he hardly would have used it again in the next line but one. MALONE.

It is dangerous to make any alteration where the old copy is intelligible, or I should give a decided preference to the reading

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And dumb presagers of my speaking breast* ;
Who plead for love, and look for recompence,
More than that tongue that more hath more ex-

press’d.
O, learn to read what silent love hath writ:
To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.

XXIV.
Mine eye hath play'd the painter, and hath steel'd
Thy beauty's form in table of my heart';
My body is the frame wherein 'tis held,
And perspective it is best painter's art.
For through the painter must you see his skill,
To find where your true image pictur'd 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

suggested by Mr. Malone's correspondent as much more poetical; the eloquence of looks is more in unison with love's fine wit, which can hear with eyes. So, Donne :

“ Her pure and eloquent blood

Spoke in her cheeks.” And Lord Byron, with still greater beauty, in his Bride of Abydos :

“ The mind, the musick breathing from her face." Boswell. 4 And DUMB PRESAGERS of my speaking breast;] So, in King John:

" And sullen presage of your own decay." MALONE. s Mine eye hath play'd the PAINTER, and hath steeld

Thy beauty's form in TABLE OF MY HEART ;] So, in All's
Well that Ends Well:

“ — 'Twas pretty, though a plague,
“ To see him ev'ry hour; to sit and draw
“ His arched brows, his hawking eye, his curls,
ss In our heart's table ; heart, too capable

“ Of ev'ry line and trick of his sweet favour!”
Again, in King John:
S till I beheld myself

Drawn in the flattering table of her eye.” A table was the ancient term for a picture. See vol. x. p. 315, n. 7. MALONE.

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.

XXV.

Let those who are in favour with their stars,
Of publick honour and proud titles boast,
Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars,
Unlook'd for joy in that I honour most.
Great princes' favourites their fair leaves spread",
But as the marigold at the sun's eye;
And in themselves their pride lies buried,
For at a frown they in their glory die.
The painful warrior famoused for fight,
After a thousand victories once foil'd,
Is from the book of honour razed quite",
And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd :

Great princes' FAVOURITEs their fair LEAVES spread, &c.] Compare Wolsey's speech in King Henry VIII. :

“ This is the state of man: To-day he puts forth
“ The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms,
“ And bears his blushing honours thick upon him;
“ The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; ” &c.

MALONE. 7 The painful warrior famoused for fight,

After a thousand victories once foil'd,

Is from the book of honour razed auite,] The old copy reads-famoused for worlh, which not rhyming with the concluding word of the corresponding line, (quite) either one or the other must be corrupt. The emendation was suggested by Mr. Theobald, who likewise proposed, if worth was retained, to readrazed forth.

“ Is from the book of honour razed quite,” reminds us of Bolingbrooke's enumeration of the wrongs done to him by King Richard II.:

“ From my own windows torn my houshold coat,
Raz'd out my impress, leaving me no sign-

.“ To show the world I am a gentleman." Again, in King Richard II. :

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