Love Sonnet Xlii

My true mind makes as many loves of you As my full heart contentedly can hold. And when the one grows dull, the other cold, Yet comes another swifter in to woo. I could not rue such changing retinue Nor chastise circumstance that keeps me bold. I make you young or middle-aged or old Just as it pleases my own whim to do. And then to counterbalance what you give Thus all unwittingly, I smile or frown, Am thoughtful, mirthful, grave or sunny-eyed To meet your mood and help you best to live. In me, all women to your wish bow down. In you, all men at my desire abide.