Sonnet 34: Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day

1Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,

2And make me travel forth without my cloak,

3To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way,

4Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke?

5'Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break,

6To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face,

7For no man well of such a salve can speak,

8That heals the wound, and cures not the disgrace:

9Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief;

10Though thou repent, yet I have still the loss:

11The offender's sorrow lends but weak relief

12To him that bears the strong offence's cross.

13 Ah! but those tears are pearl which thy love sheds,

14 And they are rich and ransom all ill deeds.