SONNET 115	PARAPHRASE
Those lines that I before have writ do lie,	What I wrote before was a lie,
Even those that said I could not love you dearer.	when I said I could not love you more.
Yet then my judgment knew no reason why	I did not realize then
My most full flame should afterwards burn clearer.	that my love would increase.
But reckoning Time, (whose million'd accidents	But Time, (whose million little moments
Creep in 'twixt vows, and change decrees of kings,	come between vows, and change even the decrees of kings,
Tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharp'st intents)	mar beauty, blunt keen intentions),
Divert strong minds to the course of altering things.	diverts strong minds to a changed course.
Alas, why, fearing of Time's tyranny,	Why, in fear of the tyranny of Time,
Might I not then say, 'Now I love you best,'	shouldn't I have said, 'Now I love you the most',
When I was certain o'er incertainty,	when in the past I was certain about the future (i.e. it could not be equaled)
Crowning the present, doubting of the rest?	and gloried in the present, not knowing the future?
Love is a babe, then might I not say so,	Love is a child, why should I have not said that,
To give full growth to that which still doth grow?	to allow for future growth, and the fact that it is still growing?