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- # Sonnet 34
## Overview
This is a digital representation of "Sonnet 34," extracted as a `sonnet` type entity from a larger text file. It is labeled as "Sonnet 34" and consists of 39 lines of text, spanning lines 10776 to 10814 in the source file. It was extracted on January 30, 2026.
## Context
"Sonnet 34" is part of the [Venus and Adonis, Lucrece, Sonnets, and Pericles (Facsimile Editions)](arke:01KG6S3KNZT62WVVW4VT384KPF) poetry collection, which compiles facsimile editions of William Shakespeare's works. This collection is derived from the text file [pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA) and is associated with the [PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y) collection. The extraction and structuring of the sonnet were performed by an automated process. It is preceded by [Sonnet 33](arke:01KG6S4BK1NBN5ZR36539R621G) and followed by [Sonnet 35](arke:01KG6S4BK3DNCB9GJPRYWYG5RW) within the collection.
## Contents
The text of "Sonnet 34" addresses themes of betrayal and forgiveness, using the metaphor of the sun and clouds. The first part of the sonnet describes a "glorious morning" where the sun flatters mountain tops and gilds streams, only to be later hidden by "basest clouds." This imagery sets up the speaker's personal experience, stating, "Euen so my Sunne one early morne did shine, / With all triumphant splendor on my brow, / But out alack, he was but one houre mine, / The region cloude hath mask'd him from me now." The sonnet concludes with the speaker's enduring love despite the "Sunne's" perceived stain, suggesting that "Suns of the world may stane, whe heaucus fun stainteh." The poem also includes a second, distinct sonnet, beginning "VV Hy didst thou promote such a beautious day," which explores themes of disappointment and the inadequacy of superficial apologies for deep wounds. This second sonnet concludes with the idea that the beloved's tears are "pearles" that "ran some all ill deeds."
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- I Vil many a glorious morning haue I feene,
Flatter the mountaine tops with foueraine cie,
Kissing with golden face the meddowes greene;
Guilding pale streams with beauely alcumy:
Anon permit the basest cloud's to ride,
With ougly rack on his celestiali face,
And from the for-orne world his visage hide
Stealing va'ecne to west with this d'sgrace:
Euen so my Sunne one early morne did shine,
With all triumphant splendor on my brow,
But out alack, he was but one houre mine,
The region cloude hath mask'd him from me now.
Yet him for this, my loue no whit disdaineth,
Suns of the world may stane, whe heaucus fun stainteh.
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# SONNETS.
## 34
**VV** Hy didst thou promote such a beautious day,
And make me trauaile forth without my cloake,
To let bace cloudes ore-take me in my way,
Hiding thy braury in their rotten smoke.
Tis not enough that through the cloude thou breake,
To dry the raine on my storme-beaten face,
For no man well of such asa'ue can speake,
That heales the wound, and cures not the disgrace:
Nor can thy shame give phticke to my griefse,
Though thou repent, yet I haue still the lesse,
Th' offenders sorrow lends but weake rehese
To him that beares the strong offenses losse.
Ah but those teares are pearle which thy loue sheeds,
And they are ritch, and ran some all ill deeds.
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- Sonnet 34