Sonnet #132

CXXXII.br /br /Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,br /Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain,br /Have put on black and loving mourners be,br /Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.br /And truly not the morning sun of heavenbr /Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east,br /Nor that full star that ushers in the evenbr /Doth half that glory to the sober west,br /As those two mourning eyes become thy face:br /O, let it then as well beseem thy heartbr /To mourn for me, since mourning doth thee grace,br /And suit thy pity like in every part.br /Then will I swear beauty herself is blackbr /And all they foul that thy complexion lack.

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