- Year Published: 1609
- Language: English
- Country of Origin: England
- Source: Shakespeare, W. The sonnets. In R. G. White (Ed.), The complete works of William Shakespeare. New York: Sully and Kleinteich.
- Flesch–Kincaid Level: 11.0
- Word Count: 136
Shakespeare, W. (1609). Sonnet 34. The Sonnets (Lit2Go Edition). Retrieved March 12, 2014, from
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William Shakespeare, "Sonnet 34," The Sonnets, Lit2Go Edition, (1609), accessed March 12, 2014,.
Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,
And make me travel forth without my cloak,
To let base clouds o’ertake me in my way,
Hiding thy brav’ry in their rotten smoke?
‘Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break,
To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face,
For no man well of such a salve can speak,
That heals the wound, and cures not the disgrace:
Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief,
Though thou repent, yet I have still the loss,
Th’ offender’s sorrow lends but weak relief
To him that bears the strong offence’s cross.
Ah but those tears are pearl which thy love sheds,
And they are rich, and ransom all ill deeds.