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There is fuch ftrength and warrantise of skill,
That in my mind thy worst all beft exceeds ?
Who taught thee how to make me love thee more,
The more I hear and see just cause of hate?
O, though I love what others do abhor,
With others thou should'st not abhor my state;
If thy unworthiness rais'd love in me,
More worthy I to be belov'd of thee.

CLI.

Love is too young to know what conscience is;
Yet who knows not, confcience is born of love?
Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amifs,
Left guilty of my faults thy fweet self prove.
For, thou betraying me, I do betray
My nobler part to my grofs body's treason;
My foul doth tell my body that he may
Triumph in love; flesh stays no farther reason;
But rifing at thy name, doth point out thee
As his triumphant prize. Proud of this pride,
He is contented thy poor drudge to be,
To ftand in thy affairs, fall by thy fide.

No want of confcience hold it that I call
Her-love, for whose dear love I rise and falls

«vileft things

"Become themselves in her."

Again, ibidem:

Fie, wrangling queen!

"Whom every thing becomes; to chide, to laugh,

"To weep." MALONE.

5 Who taught thee bow to make me love thee more,

The more I bear and fee juft caufe of bate?] So Catullus:

Odi et amo; quare id faciam, fortaffe requiris:

Nefcio, fed fieri fentio et excrucior.

The following lines in one of Terences Comedies contain the fame fentiment as the fonnet before us :

"O indignum facinus! nunc ego

"Et illam fceleftam effe et me miferum fentio;
"Et tædet, et amore ardeo, et prudens, fciens,
"Vivus, vidensque pereo, nec quid agam fcio."

MALONE.

CLII. In

CLII.

In loving thee thou know'ft I am forfworn,
But thou art twice forfworn, to me love fwearing;
In act thy bed-vow broke, and new faith torn,
In vowing new hate after new love bearing.
But why of two oaths' breach do I accufe thee,
When I break twenty? I am perjur'd moft;
For all my vows are oaths but to misuse thee,
And all my honeft faith in thee is loft:
For I have fworn deep oaths of thy deep kindness,
Oaths of thy love, thy truth, thy conftancy;
And, to enlighten thee, gave eyes to blindness,
Or made them fwear against the thing they fee;
For I have sworn thee fair: more perjur'd I,
To fwear, against the truth, fo foul a lie?!

CLIII,

Cupid lay'd by his brand, and fell asleep":
A maid of Dian's this advantage found,
And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep
In a cold valley-fountain of that ground;

STEEVENS.

6-fwear against the thing they fee ;] So, in Timon:
Swear against objects."
-more perjur'd I,

7

To fwear, against the truth, fo foul a lie!] The quarto is here ce tainly corrupt. It reads-more perjur'd eye, &c. MALONE.

Cupid laid by his brand, and fell asleep;] This and the followin Sonnet are compofed of the very fame thoughts differently verifie They feem to have been early effays of the poet, who perhaps had no determined which he should prefer. He hardly could have intende to fend them both into the world. MALONE.

That the poet intended them alike for publication, may be inferre from the following lines in the 105th Sonnet:

"Since all alike my fongs and praises be,
"To one, of one, ftiH fuch and ever fo."

Again:

"Therefore my verfe

"One thing expreffing, leaves out difference."

Again:

"Fair, kind, and true, is all my argument,

"Fair, kind, and true, varying to other words," STEEVENS

Which borrow'd from this holy fire of love
A dateless lively heat, ftill to endure,

And grew a feething bath, which yet men prove,
Against strange maladies a fovereign cure.
But at my miftrefs' eye love's brand new-fir'd,
The boy for trial needs would touch my breast;
I fick withal, the help of bath defir'd,
And thither hied", a fad diftemper'd gueft,
But found no cure: the bath for my help lies
Where Cupid got new fire; my mistress' eyes.
CLIV.

The little love-god lying once afleep,
Laid by his fide his heart-inflaming brand,
Whilft many nymphs that vow'd chafte life to keep,
Came tripping by; but in her maiden hand
The fairest votary took up that fire

Which many legions of true hearts had warm'd;
And fo the general of hot defire

Was fleeping by a virgin hand disarm'd.
This brand the quenched in a cool well by,
Which from love's fire took heat perpetual,
Growing a bath and healthful remedy
For men difeas'd; but I, my mistress' thrall,
Came there for cure, and this by that I prove,
Love's fire heats water, water cools not love.

9-the help of bath defir'd,

And thither bied,-] Query, whether we fhould read Bath (i. c. the city of that name). The following words feem to authorife it. STEEVENS.

The old copy is certainly right. See the fubfequent Sonnet, which contains the fame thoughts differently verfified:

"Growing a bath, &c.

"-but I, my mistress' thrall,
"Came there for cure."

So, before, in the present Sonnet:

"And grew a feething barb." MALONE.

THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM.

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