Sonnet 88: Out, Traitor Absence
Out, traitor Absence, darest thou counsel me
From my dear captainess to run away,
Because in brave array here marched she
That to win me, oft shows a present pay?
Is faith so weak? Or is such force in thee?
When sun is hid, can stars such beams display?
Cannot heav’n’s food, once felt, keep stomachs free
From base desire on earthly cates to prey?
Tush, Absence, while thy mists eclipse that light,
My orphan sense flies to th’inward sight
Where memory sets forth the beams of love;
That where before heart lov’d and eyes did see,
In heart both sight and love now coupl’d be;
United powers make each the stronger prove.
