Sonnet 99
Estrangement and Return
- 1 The forward violet thus did I chide:
- 2 Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells,
- 3 If not from my love's breath? The purple pride
- 4 Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells
- 5 In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dy'd.
- 6 The lily I condemned for thy hand,
- 7 And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair;
- 8 The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,
- 9 One blushing shame, another white despair;
- 10 A third, nor red nor white, had stol'n of both,
- 11 And to his robbery had annex'd thy breath;
- 12 But, for his theft, in pride of all his growth
- 13 A vengeful canker eat him up to death.
- 14 More flowers I noted, yet I none could see,
- 15 But sweet, or colour it had stol'n from thee.