Farewell! Thou art too dear for my posessing...
Sonnet 87Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,
And like enough thou know'st thy estimate: The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing; My bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting? And for that riches where is my deserving? The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting, And so my patent back again is swerving. Thyself thou gavest, thy own worth then not knowing, Or me, to whom thou gavest it, else mistaking; So thy great gift, upon misprision growing, Comes home again, on better judgment making. Thus have I had thee, as a dream doth flatter, In sleep a king, but waking no such matter. Listen to the recording!Free sample available for this sonnet! Click HERE
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Goodbye! You’re too precious for the likes of me to have. I guess you know your own value: your market price frees you from any obligation, and you control your own stocks and shares. I only “had” you because you gave yourself, not because I deserved it. Seeing as I never merited this lovely gift in the first place, it’s now being taken back. You gave yourself when you didn’t know your own full value. Or perhaps you thought I was someone different to what I am. Now you see the light and take the present back again as it was given in error.
It’s as if I dreamed I was a king, when I had you – now I’m waking up to find it’s all nonsense.