{"id":"01KG6S6SVYZ5N87B6S7XQ92WP8","cid":"bafkreihngvhjlaim2ggdlynhhyvis4fiyqly3lceour5v4qwiadjxxpyjm","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":12939,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T06:24:48.293Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 5","source_file":"01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA","start_line":12833,"text":"Although she knowes my dayes are past the best,\nSimply I credit her false speaking songue,\nOn both sides thus is simple truth suppress:\nBut wherefore sayes she not she is vniust?\nAnd wherefore say not I zhat I am old?\nO loues best habite in seeming trust,\nAnd age in loue, loues not t'hase yeares told,\nTherefore I lye with her, and she with me,\nAnd in our faults-by-ryes we flattered be.\n\n219\n\nCall not me to justifie the wrong,\nThat thy vnkindnesse layes vpon my heart,\nWound me not with thine eye but with thy young,\nVie power with power, and slay me not by Art,\nTell me thou lou'st else-where; but in my sight,\nDeare heart forbear to glance thine eye aside,\nWhat nought thou wound with cunning when thy might.\n\n<!-- [Page 546](arke:01KG6QKD3E1ZMZTD1H3BK7MBK5) -->\n# SONNETS.\n\nIs more then my ore-press defence can bide?\nLet me excuse thee, ah my loue well knowes,\nHer prettie lookes haue beene mine enemies,\nAnd therefore from my face the turnes my foes,\nThat they else—where might dart their injuries:\nYet do not so, but since I am neere slaine,\nKill me out-right with lookes, and rid my paine.\n\n## 140\n\nBe wise as thou art cruell, do not presse\nMy toung-tide patience with too much disdaine:\nLeast sorrow lend me words and words express,\nThe manner of my pittie wanting paine,\nIf I might teach thee witte better it weare,\nThough not to loue, yet loue to tell me so,\nAs testie sick-men when their deaths be neere,\nNo newes but health from their Phifitions know,\nFor if I should dispaire I should grow madde,\nAnd in my madnefse might speake ill of thee,\nNow this ill wrefting world is growne so bad,\nMadde slanderers by madde eares belecued be.\nThat I may not be so, nor thou be lyde,\nBearc thine eyes straight, though thy proud heart goe.\n\n## 141\n\nIn faith I doe not loue thee with mine eyes,\nFor they in thee a thousand errors note,\nBut ’tis my heart that loues what they dispise,\nWho in dispight of view is pleased to dote,\nNor are mine eares with thy toungs tune delighted,\nNor tender feeling to base touches prone,\nNor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited\nTo any sensual feast with thee alone:\nBut my fiue wits, nor my fiue fences can\nDifwade one foolish heart from feruing thee,\nWho leaues vnewai’d the likenesse of a man,\nThy proud hearts slave and vassall wretch to be:\nOnely my plague thus farre I count my gaine,\nThat she that makes me sinne, awards me paine.\n\nI 2\nLoue\n\n<!-- [Page 547](arke:01KG6QKD10WEV2APS2CSBYZSNY) -->\n# SHAKESPEARES\n\n## 142\n\nI One is my finne, and thy deare vertue hate,\nHate of my finne, grounded on sinfull louing,\nO but with mine, compare thou thine owne state,\nAnd thou fhalt finde it metrits not reproouing,\nOr if it do, not from thofe lips of thine,\nThat haue prophan’d their scarlet comments,\nAnd feald falfe bonds of loue as oft as mine,\nRobd others beds reuenses of their rents.\nBe it lawfull I loue thee as thou lou’ft thofe.\nWhome thine eyes wooe as mine importune thee,\nRoote pittie in thy heart that when it growes,\nThy pitty may deferue to pittied bee.\nIf thou dooft feeke to haue what thou dooft hide,\nBy felfe example mai’ft thou be denide.\n\n## 143\n\nI Oe as a carefull hufwife runnes to catch,\nOne of her fethered creatures broake away,\nSets downe her babe and makes all fwift dispatch.\nIn purfuit of the thing the would haue ftay:\nWhilft her neglected child holds her in chace,\nCries to catch her whofe bufie care is bent,\nTo follow that which flies before her face:\nNot prizing her poore infants discontent;\nSo runft thou after that which flies from thee,\nWhilft I thy babe chace thee a farre behind,\nBut if thou catch thy hope tufne back to me:\nAnd play the mothers part kiffe me, be kind.\nSo will I pray that thou mai’ft haue thy Will,\nIf thou turne back and my loude crying ftill.\n\n## 144\n","title":"Chunk 5"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG6S4D9HRTJB7HCSK0BMFKCM","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG6S6SVXCRANX6D66458G3CX","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG6S6SVY07JFWHA7A2TSD6DN","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T06:24:50.046Z","ts":"2026-01-30T06:24:59.986Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}