Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid,
My verse alone had all thy gentle grace,
But now my gracious numbers are decay'd
And my sick Muse doth give another place.
I grant, sweet love, thy lovely argument
Deserves the travail of a worthier pen,
Yet what of thee thy poet doth invent
He robs thee of and pays it thee again.
He lends thee virtue and he stole that word
From thy behavior; beauty doth he give
And found it in thy cheek; he can afford
No praise to thee but what in thee doth live.
Then thank him not for that which he doth say,
Since what he owes thee thou thyself dost pay.
LXXIX. Mentions more expressly a single rival, to whom, it is
alleged, Mr. W. H. is under no obligation whatever, while Shakespeare's verse meanwhile suffers; his Muse is "sick."
2. Thy gentle grace. Thy gentle and gracious influence.
5. Thy lovely argument. The subject of thy beauty.
7. Thy poet. That is, the rival of Shakespeare. What of thee. What
8-10. Notice the derogatory expressions robs and stole. Virtue -- behaviour. Cf. lxx., especially lines 8-10, as to Mr. W. H.'s "virtue."
How to cite this article:
Shakespeare, William. Sonnets. Ed. Thomas Tyler. London: D. Nutt, 1890. Shakespeare Online. 20 Aug. 2013. < http://www.shakespeare-online.com/sonnets/79.html >.
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