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Shakespeare's Sonnets - Sonnet 93


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Sonnet 93



The poet explores the implications of the final line of s. 92. It would be easy for the beloved to be secretly false, he realizes, because the beloved is so unfailingly beautiful and (apparently) loving.

So shall I live, supposing thou art true,
Like a deceivèd husband; so love’s face
May still seem love to me, though altered new;
4Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place.
For there can live no hatred in thine eye;
Therefore in that I cannot know thy change.
In many’s looks, the false heart’s history
8Is writ in moods and frowns and wrinkles strange.
But heaven in thy creation did decree
That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell;
Whate’er thy thoughts or thy heart’s workings be,
12Thy looks should nothing thence but sweetness tell.
 How like Eve’s apple doth thy beauty grow,
 If thy sweet virtue answer not thy show.