For to no other pass my verses tend, Than of your graces and your gifts to tell; And more, much more, than in my verse can sit, Your own glass shows you, when you look in it. CIV. To me, fair friend, you never can be old, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Steal from his figure, and no pace perceiv'd'; 66 "When workmen strive to do better than well, They do confound their skill." STEEVENS. Again, more appositely, in King Lear: 66 Striving to better, oft we mar what's well." MALONE. 5 Have from the forests shook THREE SUMMERS' PRIDE,] So, in Romeo and Juliet: "Let two more summers wither in their pride." STEEVENS. 6 Three beauteous SPRINGS to YELLOW AUTUMN turn'd.] So, in Macbeth: 66 my way of life "Is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf." MALONE. 7 Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand, STEAL from his figure, and No PACE PERCEIV'D:] So, before: "Thou by thy dial's shady stealth may know "Time's thievish progress to eternity." Again, in King Richard III. : 66 mellow'd by the stealing hours of time." MALONE. CV. Let not my love be call'd idolatry, CVI. When in the chronicle of wasted time So your sweet hue, which methinks STILL DOTH STAND, 66 The fixure of her eye hath motion in it." Again, in Othello: 66 for the time of scorn "To point his slow, unmoving finger at." Then, in the BLAZON of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,] Night: MALONE. STEEVENS. So, in Twelfth Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, &c. 1 such a beauty as you MASTER POW.] So, in King Henry V.; "Between the promise of his greener days, "And those he masters now." STEEVENS. So all their praises are but prophecies CVII. 5 Not mine own fears, nor the prophetick soul3 2 They had not SKILL enough your worth to sing :] The old copy has : They had not still enough." For the present emendation the reader is indebted to Mr. Tyrwhitt. MALONE. 3 - the PROPHETICK SOUL-] So, in Hamlet: "Oh my prophetick soul! mine uncle." STEEvens. 4 The MORTAL MOON hath her ECLIPSE endur'd,] So, in Antony and Cleopatra : Alas, our terrene moon is now eclips'd!" STEEVENS. 5 And the sad augurs мOCK their own presage,] I suppose he means that they laugh at the futility of their own predictions. STEEVENS. 6 and death to me SUBSCRIBES, Since, spite of him, I'll live in this poor rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes ;] To subscribe, is to acknowledge as a superior, to obey. So, in Troilus and Cressida : "For Hector in his blaze of wrath subscribes And thou in this shalt find thy monument, CVIII. What's in the brain that ink may character, Finding the first conceit of love there bred, CIX. O, never say that I was false of heart, Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify. As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie1: So, in Dr. Young's Busiris ; "Like death, a solitary king I'll reign, “O'er silent subjects and a desert plain." STEEVENS. 7 - what NEW to register,] The quarto is here manifestly erroneous. It reads: what now to register." MALONE. Why manifestly erroneous? 'What can I say now more than I have said already in your praise?' BOSWELL. 8 in love's fresh CASE-] By the case of love the poet means his own compositions. MALONE. 9 WEIGHS not the dust, &c.] A passage in Love's Labour's Lost will at once exemplify and explain this phrase: 66 You weigh me not,—O, that's you care not for me.” VOL. XX. Y STEEVENS. That is my home of love: if I have rang'd, CX. Alas, 'tis true, I have gone here and there, Gor'd mine own thoughts3, sold cheap what is most dear, Made old offences of affections new: As from my sOUL, which IN THY BREAST DOTH LIE:] So, in Love's Labour's Lost: "Hence ever then my heart is in thy breast." See also Venus and Adonis, p. 45, n. 8. MAlone. 2 That is my HOME of love: if I have rang'd, Like him that travels, I RETURN again;] Thus, in a Midsummer-Night's Dream : "My heart with her but as guest-wise sojourn'd, "And now to Helen it is home return'd." So also, Prior: "No matter what beauties I saw in my way, 66 They were but my visits, but thou art my home." MALONE. All frailties that BESIEGE all kinds of blood,] So, in Timon of Athens: "To whom all sores lay siege." STEEVENS. And made myself a MOTLEY to the view,] Appeared like a fool (of whom the dress was formerly a motley coat). MALONE. 5 GOR'D mine own thoughts,] I know not whether this be a quaintness, or a corruption. STEEVENS. The text is probably not corrupt, for our author has employed the same word in Troilus and Cressida : "My fame is shrewdly gor'd." |