Sonnet 106: Oh Absent Presence

Oh absent presence, Stella is not here; False flattering Hope, that with so fair a face Bare me in hand, that in this orphan place, Stella, I say my Stella, should appear: What sayest thou now? Where is that dainty cheer Thou toldst mine eyes should help their famish'd case? But thou art gone, now that self felt disgrace Doth make me most to wish my comfort near. But here I do store of fair ladies meet, Who may with charm of conversation sweet Make in my heavy mold new thought to grow: Sure they prevail as much with me as he That bade his friend, but then new maim'd, to be Merry with him, and not think of his woe.