144. Here the complete plot of the drama is shown: his love of 'a man right fair' is his love of Beauty; his love of a woman coloured ill' is his love of Fame. Fame tempts him to offer up his love of Beauty at her shrine-to love and set forth Beauty for the sake of Fame. Whether or not she has succeeded he can only suspect, but as these loves are the two parts of himself, and in one sense friends (Fame depending on Love of Beauty), he suspects that Fame has some influence, but will never know; it will only be known at his death, which will be brought about by the worry caused in him by the struggle against his worse part: Two loves I have of comfort and despair, But being both from me, both to each friend, I Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt, Till my bad angel fire my good one out. 145. He refers to his 'mistress,' Fame, in a buoyant mood, expecting to be approved : Those lips that Love's own hand did make Straight in her heart did mercy come, 'I hate' from hate away she threw, 146. He feels his work, and the strife it causes in him, to be wearing out his body; but, the body being comparatively of little account, he deliberately chooses to continue that work. (Compare Spenser, Sonnet 88, quoted in Introduction, p. 20): Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Eat up thy charge? is this thy body's end? So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men, 147. He cannot but long for Fame though it is against his reason; and the strife that goes on in him is as a raging fever. His reason, not being able to cool this desire, has left him to take the consequence-death. He denounces Fame : My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease, My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are, At random from the truth vainly expressed; For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright, 148. He again considers whether what her votaries see in Fame is genuine, and again decides that it is not. Yet he cannot but love her: O me! what eyes hath Love put in my head, How can it? O, how can Love's eye be true, O cunning Love! with tears thou keep'st me blind, 149. : To prove his devotion to Fame he points out that he loves her in spite of such love being to his injury. He also points out that he exercises his genius according to her directions. Yet he gets no satisfaction; and in the last two lines he tells why he said, in the last two lines of the preceding sonnet, that he was blind, and could not see her faults; and he now understands that it is because of his blindness that she does not love him only those are deserving of Fame who, being otherwise worthy, also know her for what she is: Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not, But, love, hate on, for now I know thy mind; 150. He now argues that his love of Fame in spite of her unworthiness, ought to cause her to pity him : O, from what power hast thou this powerful might, To make me give the lie to my true sight, And swear that brightness doth not grace the day? There is such strength and warrantise of skill If thy unworthiness raised love in me, 151. He follows up the conceit of the last sonnet but one that his very Love of Fame will cause him not to receive Fame-by urging that, since conscience can only be born through love, if he be forbidden to love he can have no conscience; and therefore whoever forbids his love will be responsible for his conscienceless betrayal of his better part, his Love of Beauty, to his worse part, his Lust of Fame. Having no conscience, his Love of Beauty permits his Lust of Fame to triumph; he avails himself of the permission, and is content to live and die for Fame. But then, in the last two lines, he draws attention to the want of conscience in beginning by calling that 'Lust' of Fame-Love. That love or lust causes him to achieve something, but it is the cause of his falling short of perfection : |