Ask God ears have run

    t so dead

    And pale a stuff, it  fitly done

    to give to thy head.

    Go fart it serve to trample on.

    Sonnet 09 - Can it be rigo give rong>

    IX

    Can it be rigo give w I can give?

    to let t beneatears

    As salt as mine, and he sighing years

    Re-sigive

    t smiles wo live

    For all tions? O my fears,

    t t! e are not peers,

    So to be lovers; and I own, and grieve,

    t givers of sucs as mine are, must

    Be counted , alas!

    I  soil t,

    Nor breathy Venice-glass,

    Nor give t.

    Beloved, I only love t it pass.

    Sonnet 10 - Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed

    X

    Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed

    And ation. Fire is bright,

    Let temple burn, or flax; an equal light

    Leaps in the flame from cedar-plank or weed:

    And love is fire. And w need

    I love t

    I stand transfigured, glorified aright,

    it proceed

    Out of my face tohing low

    In love,  creatures

    s while loving so.

    And ures

    Of self, and show

    great work of Love enures.