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Herbert
SONNET NO. 1
FRom fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauties rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy lights flame with self substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thy self thy foe---to thy sweet self too cruel:
Thou that are now the world's fresh ornament,
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content,
And tender chorle mak'st wast in niggarding:
Pity the world or else this glutton be,
To eat the worlds due--by the grave and thee.
The sonnets addressed to William
Herbert require no explaining. They are written
by one friend to another advising Herbert to marry and have
children and in the
meantime not to behave in any manner which would prevent him from
coming to
a wife with a clean heart. In his youth Herbert appears to have had
undesirable
aquaintances. He was born in 1580 and in 1598 in his eighteenth year
came to reside
permanently in London. His parents, the Earl and Countess of
Pembroke, wished
him to marry and settle down so they arranged that he should marry
Bridget Vere
--a daughter of the Earl of Oxford, but apparently Herbert cried off
and this marriage
did not take place, as Herbert preferred to remain a bachelor and
enjoy the pleasures of
London town. When his father died three years later (January 1601),
he became
Earl of Pembroke.
This was the same person to whom with his brother Philip, Earl of
Montgomery,
Francis Bacon dedicated his great work, the first folio of the
"Shakespeare" plays.
Bacon was a close personal friend of these two brothers so it was
quite natural
that he should desire to honor one of them by dedicating his book of
sonnets to
William Herbert, and it will be found that Sonnets Nos. 1 to 17 were
all addressed
to William Herbert. All these sonnets contain an exhortation to manly
conduct
asking Herbert to refrain from indulging in vicious excesses which
were common
in those days.
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