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Sonnet XCVIX by William Shakespeare
Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells,
If not from my love's breath? The purple pride
Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells
In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dy'd.
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The forward violet thus did I chide:Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells,
If not from my love's breath? The purple pride
Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells
In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dy'd.
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Sonnet XCVIII by William Shakespeare
When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing,
That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him.
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From you have I been absent in the spring,When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing,
That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him.
Sonnet XCVII by William Shakespeare
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December's bareness everywhere!
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How like a winter hath my absence beenFrom thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December's bareness everywhere!
Sonnet XCVI by William Shakespeare
Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport;
Both grace and faults are lov'd of more and less:
Thou mak'st faults graces that to thee resort.
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Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness;Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport;
Both grace and faults are lov'd of more and less:
Thou mak'st faults graces that to thee resort.
Sonnet XCIII by William Shakespeare
Like a deceived husband; so love's face
May still seem love to me, though alter'd new;
Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place:
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So shall I live, supposing thou art true,Like a deceived husband; so love's face
May still seem love to me, though alter'd new;
Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place:
Sonnet XCIV by William Shakespeare
That do not do the thing they most do show,
Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,
Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow;
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They that have power to hurt, and will do none,That do not do the thing they most do show,
Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,
Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow;
Sonnet XCV by William Shakespeare
Which, like a canker in the fragrant rose,
Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name!
O! in what sweets dost thou thy sins enclose.
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How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shameWhich, like a canker in the fragrant rose,
Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name!
O! in what sweets dost thou thy sins enclose.
Sonnet XCII by William Shakespeare
For term of life thou art assured mine;
And life no longer than thy love will stay,
For it depends upon that love of thine.
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But do thy worst to steal thyself away,For term of life thou art assured mine;
And life no longer than thy love will stay,
For it depends upon that love of thine.
Sonnet XCI by William Shakespeare
Some in their wealth, some in their body's force,
Some in their garments though new-fangled ill;
Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse;
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Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,Some in their wealth, some in their body's force,
Some in their garments though new-fangled ill;
Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse;
Sonnet XC by William Shakespeare
Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross,
Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow,
And do not drop in for an after-loss:
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Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross,
Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow,
And do not drop in for an after-loss:
Sonnet LXXXIX by William Shakespeare
And I will comment upon that offence:
Speak of my lameness, and I straight will halt,
Against thy reasons making no defence.
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Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,And I will comment upon that offence:
Speak of my lameness, and I straight will halt,
Against thy reasons making no defence.
Sonnet LXXXVIII by William Shakespeare
And place my merit in the eye of scorn,
Upon thy side, against myself I'll fight,
And prove thee virtuous, though thou art forsworn.
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When thou shalt be dispos'd to set me light,And place my merit in the eye of scorn,
Upon thy side, against myself I'll fight,
And prove thee virtuous, though thou art forsworn.
Sonnet LXXXVII by William Shakespeare
And like enough thou know'st thy estimate,
The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing;
My bonds in thee are all determinate.
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Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,And like enough thou know'st thy estimate,
The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing;
My bonds in thee are all determinate.
Sonnet LXXXVI by William Shakespeare
Bound for the prize of all too precious you,
That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse,
Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew?
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Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,Bound for the prize of all too precious you,
That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse,
Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew?
Sonnet LXXXV by William Shakespeare
While comments of your praise richly compil'd,
Reserve their character with golden quill,
And precious phrase by all the Muses fil'd.
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My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,While comments of your praise richly compil'd,
Reserve their character with golden quill,
And precious phrase by all the Muses fil'd.
Sonnet LXXXIV by William Shakespeare
Than this rich praise,—that you alone, are you?
In whose confine immured is the store
Which should example where your equal grew.
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Who is it that says most, which can say more,Than this rich praise,—that you alone, are you?
In whose confine immured is the store
Which should example where your equal grew.
Sonnet LXXXI by William Shakespeare
Or you survive when I in earth am rotten;
From hence your memory death cannot take,
Although in me each part will be forgotten.
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Or I shall live your epitaph to make,Or you survive when I in earth am rotten;
From hence your memory death cannot take,
Although in me each part will be forgotten.
Sonnet LXXXIII by William Shakespeare
And therefore to your fair no painting set;
I found, or thought I found, you did exceed
That barren tender of a poet's debt:
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I never saw that you did painting need,And therefore to your fair no painting set;
I found, or thought I found, you did exceed
That barren tender of a poet's debt:
Sonnet LXXXII by William Shakespeare
And therefore mayst without attaint o'erlook
The dedicated words which writers use
Of their fair subject, blessing every book.
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I grant thou wert not married to my Muse,And therefore mayst without attaint o'erlook
The dedicated words which writers use
Of their fair subject, blessing every book.
Sonnet LXXX by William Shakespeare
Knowing a better spirit doth use your name,
And in the praise thereof spends all his might,
To make me tongue-tied speaking of your fame!
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O! how I faint when I of you do write,Knowing a better spirit doth use your name,
And in the praise thereof spends all his might,
To make me tongue-tied speaking of your fame!
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