{"id":"01KG6S6SVYK1GV1G6HSWBJNE34","cid":"bafkreiclzrorajkxlfaqfxslakrr5mlm35ekb2efgckdxzk3rpaj4abaie","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":12747,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T06:24:48.293Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 3","source_file":"01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA","start_line":12640,"text":"To kiffe the tender inward of thy hand,\nWhilft my poore lips which should that harueft reape,\nAt the woods bouldnes by thee bluffing ftand.\nTo be fo tikkled they would change their ftare,\nAnd fituation with thofe dancing chips,\nOre whome their fingers walke with gentle gate,\nMaking dead wood more bleft then liuing lips,\nSince faufie lackes fo happy are in this,\nGiue them their fingers, me thy lips to kiffe.\n\n129\n\nThe expence of Spirit in a wafte of fhame\nIs luft in action, and till action, luft\nIs periurd, murdrous, blouddy full of blame,\nSauage, extreame, rude, cruell, not to truft,\nInioyd no fooner but difpifed ftraighr,\nPaft reafon hunted, and no sooner had\nPaft reafon hated as a fwollowed bayr,\nOn purpose layd to make the taker mad.\nMade In purfut and in poffeffion fo,\nHad, hauing, and in queft, to haue extreame,\nA bliffe in proofe and proud and very wo,\nBefore a joy propofd behind a dreame,\nAll this the world well knowes yet none knowes well,\nTo fhun the heaven that leads men to this hell.\n\nMy\n\n<!-- [Page 542](arke:01KG6QKCZGA5VK36Q4WDDAZ7D6) -->\n# SONNEYS.\n\n## 130\n\nMY Miftres eyes are nothing like the Sunne,\nCurrall is farre more red, then her lips red,\nIf snow be white why then her briefts are dun:\nIf haires be wiers, black wiers grow on her head:\nI haue feene Rofes damaskt, red and white,\nBut no fuch Rofes fee I in her checkes,\nAnd in fome perfumes is there more delight,\nThen in the breath that from my Miftres reekes.\nI loue to heare her fpeake, yet well I know,\nThat Muficke hath a farre more pleasing found:\nI graunt I neuer faw a goddeffe goe,\nMy Miftres when thee walkes treads on the ground.\nAnd yet by heauen I thinke my loue as rare,\nAs any fhe bch'd with falfe compare.\n\n## 131\n\nTHou art as tiranous, fo as thou art,\nAs thofe whofe beauties proudly make them cruell;\nFor well thou know'ft to my deare doting hart\nThou art the fairest and most precious Jewell.\nYet in good faith fome fay that thee behold,\nThy face hath not the power to make loue grone;\nTo fay they erre, I dare not be fo bold,\nAlthough I fweare it to my felfe alone.\nAnd to be fure that is not falfe I fweare\nA thousand grones but thinking on thy face,\nOne on anothers necke do witneffe beare\nThy blacke is fairest in my judgements place.\nIn nothing art thou blacke faue in thy deeds,\nAnd thence this flaunder as I thinke proceeds.\n\n## 132\n\nTHine eies I loue, and they as pittying me,\nKnowing thy heart torment me with disdaine,\nHaue put on black, and louing mourners bee,\nLooking with pretty ruth vpon my pains.\n\nAnd\n\n<!-- [Page 543](arke:01KG6QKCZ87B9GYMH47PRZ0BBM) -->\n# SHAKES-PEAKS\n\nAnd truly not the morning Sun of Heaven\nBetter becomes the gray cheeks of th' East,\nNor that full Starre that vishers in the Eauen\nDoth halfe that glory to the sober West\nAs thofe two morning eyes become thy face:\nO let it then as well befeeme thy heart\nTo mourne for me fince mourning doth thee grace.\nAnd fute thy pitty like in euery part.\nThen will I fweare beauty her felfe is blacke,\nAnd all they foule that thy complexion lacke.\n\n133\n\nB Eftrew that heart that makes my heart to groane\nFor that deepe wound it giues my friend and me;\nI'ft not enough to torture me alone,\nBut flaue to flauey my fweet'ft friend muft be,\nMe from my felfe thy cruell eye hath taken,\nAnd my next felfe thou harder haft ingroffed,\nOf him, my felfe, and thee I am forfaken,\nA torment thrice three-fold thus to be croffed:\nPrifon my heart in thy fteele bofomes warde,\nBut then my friends heart let my poore heart bale,\nWho ere keepes me, let my heart be his garde,\nThou canft not then vfe rigor in my laile,\nAnd yet thou wilt, for I being pent in thee,\nPerforce am thine and all that is in me.\n\n134\n","title":"Chunk 3"},"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":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG6S6SVXCRANX6D66458G3CX","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T06:24:50.046Z","ts":"2026-01-30T06:24:59.907Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}