Why didst thou promise such a beateous day...
Sonnet 34Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,
And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way, Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke? 'Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break, To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face, For no man well of such a salve can speak That heals the wound and cures not the disgrace: Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief; Though thou repent, yet I have still the loss: The offender's sorrow lends but weak relief To him that bears the strong offence's cross. Ah! but those tears are pearl which thy love sheds, And they are rich and ransom all ill deeds. |
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Why did you promise good weather, and make me go out without a raincoat, only to let low-born clouds gang up on me and hide your splendour?
It’s not good enough that you peep out between the clouds and dry the rain off my face. No-one will talk well of a remedy like this, which makes the would better but does nothing to mitigate the disgrace.
Neither will your shame help me, because even if you’re sorry I still suffer the effects. Apologies don’t go very far in making the injured party feel better, when they’re still feeling the effects of the offence.
Oh, but your tears are precious, and their worth pays the ransom for all your naughtiness.
It’s not good enough that you peep out between the clouds and dry the rain off my face. No-one will talk well of a remedy like this, which makes the would better but does nothing to mitigate the disgrace.
Neither will your shame help me, because even if you’re sorry I still suffer the effects. Apologies don’t go very far in making the injured party feel better, when they’re still feeling the effects of the offence.
Oh, but your tears are precious, and their worth pays the ransom for all your naughtiness.