Shake-speares Sonnets, Never before Imprinted/Sonnet 7

by William Shakespeare

For other versions of this work, see Sonnet 7 (Shakespeare).

7Loe in the Orient when the gracious light,Lifts vp his burning head, each vnder eyeDoth homage to his new appearing fight,Seruing with lookes his sacred maiesty,And hauing climb'd the steepe vp heauenly hill,Resembling strong youth in his middle age,Yet mortall lookes adore his beauty still,Attending on his goulden pilgrimage:But when from high-most pich with wery car, Like feeble age he reeleth from the day,The eyes (fore dutious) now conuerted areFrom his low tract and looke an other way:So thou, thy selfe out-going in thy noon:Vnlok'd on diest vnlesse thou get a sonne.