Might I not then say now I loue you best, When I was certaine ore in-certainty, Crowning the present,doubting of the rest:    Loue is a Babe , then might I not say so    To giue full growth to that which still doth grow. 119

L Et me not to the marriage of true mindes Admit impediments,loue is not loue

Which alters when it alteration findes, Or bends with the remouer to remoue. O no,it is an euer fixed marke That lookes on tempests and is neuer shaken; It is the star to euery wandring barke, Whose worths vnknowne,although his hight be taken. Lou's not Times foole,though rosie lips and cheeks Within his bending sickles compasse come, Loue alters not with his breefe houres and weekes, But beares it out euen to the edge of doome:    If this be error and vpon me proued,    I neuer writ,nor no man euer loued. 117

A Ccuse me thus,that I haue scanted all, Wherein I should your great deserts repay,

Forgot vpon your dearest loue to call, Whereto al bonds do tie me day by day, That I haue frequent binne with vnknown mindes, And giuen to time your owne deare purchas'd right, That I haue hoysted saile to al the windes Which should transport me farthest from your sight. Booke both my wilfulnesse and errors downe, And on iust proofe surmise,accumilate, Bring me within the leuel of your frowne, But shoote not at me in your wakened hate:    Since my appeale saies I did striue to prooue    The constancy and virtue of your loue

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