164 SONGS AND SONNETS PROTESTATION NEVER say that I was false of heart, Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify. As easy might I from myself depart As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie: That is my home of love: if I have ranged, Never believe, though in my nature reign'd For nothing this wide universe I call, AN APOLOGY ALAS, 'tis true I have gone here and there And made myself a motley to the view, Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear; Made old offences of affections new ; Most true it is that I have look'd on truth Now all is done, have what shall have no end : On newer proof, to try an older friend, A god in love, to whom I am confined :— Then give me welcome, next my heaven the best, Even to thy pure and most most loving breast. THE PLAYER'S DEGRADATION O,FOR my sake do you with fortune chide The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, To what it works in, like the dyer's hand : Whilst, like a willing patient, I will drink Pity me then, dear friend, and I assure ye OF SHAKESPEARE 167 THE WORLD WELL LOST YOUR love and pity doth the impression fill Which vulgar scandal stamp'd upon my brow; For what care I who calls me well or ill, You are my all the world, and I must strive That my steel'd sense or changes right or wrong. In so profound abysm I throw all care You are so strongly in my purpose bred 168. SONGS AND SONNETS THE OMNIPRESENT VISION SINCE I left you, mine eye is in my mind; And that which governs me to go about Doth part his function and is partly blind, Seems seeing, but effectually is out; For it no form delivers to the heart Of bird, of flower, or shape, which it doth latch : Of his quick objects hath the mind no part, For if it see the rudest or gentlest sight, The most sweet favour or deformed'st creature, The crow or dove, it shapes them to your feature : Incapable of more, replete with you, My most true mind thus makes mine eye untrue. |