Shake-speares Sonnets, Never before Imprinted/Sonnet 132
For other versions of this work, see Sonnet 132 (Shakespeare).
132Thine eies I loue, and they as pittying me,Knowing thy heart torment me with disdaine,Haue put on black, and louing mourners bee,Looking with pretty ruth vpon my paine.
And truly not the morning Sun of HeauenBetter becomes the gray cheeks of th' East,Nor that full Starre that vshers in the EauenDoth halfe that glory to the sober WestAs those two morning eyes become thy face:O let it then as well beseeme thy heartTo mourne for me since mourning doth thee grace,And sute thy pitty like in euery part.Then will I sweare beauty her selfe is blacke,And all they foule that thy complexion lacke.