Shakespeare's Sonnets: Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all

Sonnet 40

1Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all,
2What hast thou then more than thou had'st before?
3No love, my love, that thou may'st true love call;
4All mine was thine before thou had'st this more.
9I do forgive thy robb'ry, gentle thief,
10Although thou steal thee all my poverty;
11And yet love knows it is a greater grief
12To bear love's wrong than hate's known injury.
14    Kill me with spites, yet we must not be foes.


5] receiv'st] receiuest Q. Back to Line
6] for]'st] vsest Q. Back to Line
7] this] sometimes emended to "thy," but the apparent referent, "this more" (line 4), makes sense, and the alternative after emendation (that the beloved deceives himself) is puzzling. deceiv'st] deceauest Q. Back to Line
8] By] B y Q. refus'st] refuseth Q. Back to Line
13] Lascivious] trisyllabic and elided. Back to Line
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Ian Lancashire
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