Сонеты

That thou hast her, it is not all my grief,
And yet it may be said I loved her dearly;
That she hath thee, is of my wailing chief,
A loss in love that touches me more nearly.

Loving offenders, thus I will excuse ye:
Thou dost love her,
                    because thou know’st I love her;
And for my sake even so doth she abuse me,
Suffering my friend
                    for my sake to approve her.

If I lose thee, my loss is my love’s gain,
And losing her, my friend
                    hath found that loss;
Both find each other, and I lose both twain,
And both for my sake lay on me this cross:

But here’s the joy; my friend and I are one;
Sweet flattery! then she loves but me alone.

46. «Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war…»

Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
How to divide the conquest of thy sight;
Mine eye my heart
          thy picture’s sight would bar,
My heart mine eye the freedom of that right.

My heart doth plead that
                    thou in him dost lie —
A closet never pierced with crystal eyes —
But the defendant doth that plea deny
And says in him thy fair appearance lies.

To ‘cide this title is impanneled
A quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart,
And by their verdict is determined
The clear eye’s moiety and
                    the dear heart’s part:

As thus; mine eye’s due is thy outward part,
And my heart’s right thy inward love of heart.

47. «Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took…»

Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth good turns now unto the other:
When that mine eye is famish’d for a look,
Or heart in love with sighs himself
                              doth smother,

With my love’s picture then my eye doth feast
And to the painted banquet bids my heart;
Another time mine eye is my heart’s guest
And in his thoughts of love doth share a part:

So, either by thy picture or my love,
Thyself away art resent still with me;
For thou not farther than my thoughts
                              canst move,
And I am still with them and they with thee;

Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight
Awakes my heart to heart’s and eye’s delight.

52. «So am I as the rich, whose blessed key…»