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Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee 9
But if thou live, remember'd not to be,
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
9 Thou art thy mother's Glass, &c.] So, in The Rape of Lucrece:
“ Poor broken glass, I often did behold
Malone. · Calls back the lovely APRIL of her prime:) So, in Timon of Athens :
“ She whom the spital house and ulcerous sores
“ To the April day again." Malone,
Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time.] Thus, in our author's Lover's Complaint:
“ Time had not scythed all that youth begun
MALONE. 3 Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend;
And being frank, she lends to those are free, &c.] So, Milton, in his Masque at Ludlow Castle:
“ Why should you be so cruel to yourself,
Profitless usurer, why dost thou use
Thy unus'd beauty must be tomb'd with thee,
V. Those hours', that with gentle work did frame The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell, Will play the tyrants to the very same, And that unfair, which fairly doth excello; For never-resting time leads summer on? To hideous winter and confounds him there; Sap check'd with frost, and lusty leaves quite gone, Beauty o'er-snow'd, and bareness every where ® : Then, were not summer's distillation left, A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass, Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft, Nor it, nor no remembrance what it was:
4 What acceptable audit canst thou leave ?] So, in Macbeth : “ To make their audit at your highness' pleasure.”
Steevens. s Those Hours, &c.] Hours is almost always used by Shakspeare as a dissyllable. Malone.
6 And that UNFAIR, which fairly doth excell;] And render that which was once beautiful, no longer fair. To unfair, is, I believe, a verb of our author's coinage. MALONE.
7 For never-resting TIME LEADS SUMMER ON-] So, in All's Well That Ends Well: “ For, with a word, the time will bring on summer."
STBEVENS. & Beauty o'er-snow'd, and BARENESS every where :) Thus the quarto, 1609. The modern editions have
“ - barrenness every where."
“ What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
But flowers distilld, though they with winter meet, Leese but their show; their substance still lives
Then let not winter's ragged hand' deface
Be not self-will’d, for thou art much too fair
3 But flowers distillid, though they with winter meet,
Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.] This is a thought with which Shakspeare seems to have been much pleased. We find it again in the 54th Sonnet, and in a Midsummer Night's Dream, Act I. Sc. I. MALONE.
9 - let not winter's Ragged hand --] Ragged was often used as an opprobrious term in the time of our author. See p. 156, n. 8. MALONE.
That usb-] Use here signifies usance. See vol. vii. p. 47, n. 4. Malone.
Yet mortal looks adore his beauty still,
So thou, thyself out-going in thy noon,
2 And having climb'd the steep-up heavenly hill,
Resembling strong youth in his middle age,] Perhaps our author had the sacred writings in his thoughts : “ in them hath he set a tabernacle for the sun, which cometh forth as a bridegroom out of his chamber, and rejoiceth as a giant to run his course. It goeth forth from the uttermost part of the heaven, and runneth about unto the end of it again : and there is nothing hid from the heat thereof." MALONE. 3 Yet mortal looks Adore his beauty still,
Attending on his Golden pilgrimage ;] So, in Romeo and
“Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun
Malone. 4 Musick to hear, &c.] O Thou, whom to hear, is musick, why,
I have sometimes thought Shakspeare might have written Musick to ear, &c. i. e. thou, whose every accent is musick to the ear. So, in the Comedy of Errors :
“That never words were musick to thine ear." Hear has been printed instead of ear in the Taming of the Shrew ; or at least the modern editors have supposed so. See vol. v. p. 407, n. 1. Marone. s If the true concord of well-tuned sounds,
By unions MARRIED,] So, in Romeo and Juliet, quarto, 1599:
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds
IX. Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye, That thou consum’st thyself in single life? Ah! if thou issueless shalt hap to die, The world will wail thee, like a makeless wife; The world will be thy widow, and still weep, That thou no form of thee hast left behind, When every private widow well may keep, By children's eyes, her husband's shape in mind. Look, what an unthrift in the world doth spend, Shifts but his place, for still the world enjoys it; But beauty's waste hath in the world an end, And kept unus'd, the user so destroys it.
“ Examine ev'ry married lineament,
“And see how one another lends content." Again, in Troilus and Cressida :
“ The unity and married calm of states-" Milton had perhaps these lines in his thoughts when he wrote:
“ And ever against eating cares
“ Of linked sweetness long drawn out." Malone. 6 — like a MAKELESS wife ;] As a widow bewails her lost husband. Make and mate were formerly synonymous. So, in Kyng Appolyn of Thyre, 1510: “ Certes, madam, I sholde have greal joy yfe ye had such a prynce to your make.” Again, in The Tragicall Hystory of Romeus and Juliet, 1562: “ Betwixt the armes of me, thy perfect-loving make.”