{"id":"01KG6S6SVY5NE9S9BXTG97Y26W","cid":"bafkreiewg5hstg3vxj63ry6edwovmzgddz5ocfyvavvc7bfukc7xv27n4y","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":12554,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T06:24:48.293Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 1","source_file":"01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA","start_line":12436,"text":"# SHAKES-PHARES\n\n## 118\n\nLike as to make our appetites more keene\nWith eager compounds we our pallat vrge,\nAs to prevent our malladies vnfeene,\nWe sicken to shun sickneffe when we purge.\nEuen so being full of your nere cloying sweetneffe,\nTo bitter sawces did I frame my feeding;\nAnd sick of wel-fare found a kind of meetneffe,\nTo be difea’d ere that there was true needing.\nThus pollicie in loue t’anticipate\nThe ills that were, not grew to faults affured,\nAnd brought to medicine a healthfull state\nWhich rancke of goodneffe would by ill be cured.\nBut thence I learne and find the leffon true,\nDrugs poyfon him that so fell sick of you.\n\n## 119\n\nWhat potions haue I drunke of Syren teares\nDifti’d from Lymbecks foule as hell within,\nApplying feares to hopes; and hopes to feares,\nStill loofing when I saw my feife to win?\nWhat wretched errors hath my heart committed,\nWhilft it hath thought it feife so bleffed neuer?\nHow haue mine eies out of their Spheares bene fitted\nIn the diffraction of this madding feues?\nO benefit of ill, now I find true\nThat better is, by euil still made better.\nAnd ruin’d loue when it is built anew\nGrowes fairer then at firft, more strong, far greater.\nSo I returne rebukt to my content,\nAnd gaine by ills thirfe more than I haue spent.\n\n## 120\n\nThat you were once vnkind be-friends mee now,\nAnd for that forrow, which I then didde feele,\nNeedes muft I vnder my transgression bow,\nVnleffe my Nerues were braffe or hammered fteele.\nFor if you were by my vnkindneffe fhaken\n\nAs\n\n<!-- [Page 538](arke:01KG6QKD0162330P5HWMSN6KBG) -->\n# SONNERS.\n\nAs I by yours, y’haue paft a hell of Time,\nAnd I a tyrant haue no leafsure taken\nTo waigh how once I suffered in your crime.\nO that our night of wo might haue remembred\nMy deepest fence, how hard true forrow hits,\nAnd foone to you, as you to me then tendred\nThe humble falue, which wounded bofomes fits!\nBut that your trespassé now becomes a fcc,\nMine ranfoms yours, and yours must ranfome mee.\n\n## 121\n\nT’Is better to be vile then vile esteemed,\nWhen not to be, receiues reproach of being,\nAnd the iuft pleafsure loft, which is fo deemed,\nNot by our fceling, but by others fecing.\nFor why should others falfe adulterat eyes\nGiue falutation to my sportiue blood?\nOr on my frailties why are frailer spies;\nWhich in their wils count bad what I think good?\nNoe, I am that I am, and they that leuell\nAt my abufes, reckon vp their owne,\nI may be ftraight though they them-felues be beuel\nBy their rancke thoughtes, my deedes must not be fhown\nVnlsffe this generall euill they maintaine,\nAll men are bad and in their badneffe raigne.\n\n## 122.\n\nT’Thy guift, thy tables, are within my braine\nFull characterd with lafting memory,\nWhich fhall aboue that idle rancke remaine\nBeyond all dare euen to eternity.\nOr at the leaft, fo long as braine and heart\nHaue facukie by nature to fubfift,\nTil each to raz’d obliuion yeckl his part\nOf thee, thy record neuer can be misft\nThat poore retention could not fo much hold,\nNor need I tallies thy deare loue to skorr,\nTherefore to giue them from me was I bold,\n\nH 2\nTo\n\n<!-- [Page 539](arke:01KG6QKCZGXGYA1TQ191Q4FZN2) -->\n# SHAKE-SPEAKS\n\nTo trust those tables that receive thee more,\nTo keepe an adiunckt to remember thee,\nWere to import forgetfulneffe in mee.\n\n123\n\nNO! Time, thou fhalt not boft that I doe change,\nThy pyramyds buylt vp with newer might\nTo me are nothing nouell, nothing ftrange;\nThey are but dreffings of a former fight:\nOur dates are breefe, and therefor we admire,\nWhat thou doft foyft vpon vs that is ould,\nAnd rather make them borne to our defire,\nThen thinke that we before haue heard them-touldt:\nThy regifters and thee I both defie,\nNot wondring at the prefeint, nor the paft,\nFor thy records, and what we fee doth lye,\nMade more or les by thy continuall haft:\n- This I doe vow and this shall euer be,\nI will be true difpight thy fyeth and thee.\n\n124\n","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG6S4D9HRTJB7HCSK0BMFKCM","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG6S6SVYZTPQPZDJZVEPEDM2","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T06:24:50.046Z","ts":"2026-01-30T06:24:59.954Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}