Sonnet #115

Sonnet #115

CXV.br /br /Those lines that I before have writ do lie,br /Even those that said I could not love you dearer:br /Yet then my judgment knew no reason whybr /My most full flame should afterwards burn clearer.br /But reckoning time, whose million'd accidentsbr /Creep in 'twixt vows and change decrees of kings,br /Tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharp'st intents,br /Divert strong minds to the course of altering things;br /Alas, why, fearing of time's tyranny,br /Might I not then say 'Now I love you best,'br /When I was certain o'er incertainty,br /Crowning the present, doubting of the rest?br /Love is a babe; then might I not say so,br /To give full growth to that which still doth grow?

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