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Sonnet LXII by William Shakespeare
And all my soul, and all my every part;
And for this sin there is no remedy,
It is so grounded inward in my heart.
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Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eyeAnd all my soul, and all my every part;
And for this sin there is no remedy,
It is so grounded inward in my heart.
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Sonnet LX by William Shakespeare
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
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Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Sonnet LIX by William Shakespeare
Hath been before, how are our brains beguil'd,
Which labouring for invention bear amiss
The second burthen of a former child!
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If there be nothing new, but that which isHath been before, how are our brains beguil'd,
Which labouring for invention bear amiss
The second burthen of a former child!
Sonnet LVIII by William Shakespeare
I should in thought control your times of pleasure,
Or at your hand the account of hours to crave,
Being your vassal, bound to stay your leisure!
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That god forbid, that made me first your slave,I should in thought control your times of pleasure,
Or at your hand the account of hours to crave,
Being your vassal, bound to stay your leisure!
Sonnet LVII by William Shakespeare
Upon the hours, and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend;
Nor services to do, till you require.
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Being your slave what should I do but tend,Upon the hours, and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend;
Nor services to do, till you require.
Sonnet LVI by William Shakespeare
Thy edge should blunter be than appetite,
Which but to-day by feeding is allay'd,
To-morrow sharpened in his former might:
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Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not saidThy edge should blunter be than appetite,
Which but to-day by feeding is allay'd,
To-morrow sharpened in his former might:
Sonnet LV by William Shakespeare
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;
But you shall shine more bright in these contents
Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time.
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Not marble, nor the gilded monumentsOf princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;
But you shall shine more bright in these contents
Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time.
Sonnet LIV by William Shakespeare
By that sweet ornament which truth doth give.
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
For that sweet odour, which doth in it live.
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O! how much more doth beauty beauteous seemBy that sweet ornament which truth doth give.
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
For that sweet odour, which doth in it live.
Sonnet LIII by William Shakespeare
That millions of strange shadows on you tend?
Since every one, hath every one, one shade,
And you but one, can every shadow lend.
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What is your substance, whereof are you made,That millions of strange shadows on you tend?
Since every one, hath every one, one shade,
And you but one, can every shadow lend.
Sonnet LII by William Shakespeare
Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure,
The which he will not every hour survey,
For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure.
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So am I as the rich, whose blessed key,Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure,
The which he will not every hour survey,
For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure.
Sonnet LI by William Shakespeare
Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed:
From where thou art why should I haste me thence?
Till I return, of posting is no need.
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Thus can my love excuse the slow offenceOf my dull bearer when from thee I speed:
From where thou art why should I haste me thence?
Till I return, of posting is no need.
Sonnet L by William Shakespeare
When what I seek, my weary travel's end,
Doth teach that ease and that repose to say,
'Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend!'
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How heavy do I journey on the way,When what I seek, my weary travel's end,
Doth teach that ease and that repose to say,
'Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend!'
Sonnet XLIX by William Shakespeare
When I shall see thee frown on my defects,
When as thy love hath cast his utmost sum,
Call'd to that audit by advis'd respects;
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Against that time, if ever that time come,When I shall see thee frown on my defects,
When as thy love hath cast his utmost sum,
Call'd to that audit by advis'd respects;
Sonnet XLVIII by William Shakespeare
Each trifle under truest bars to thrust,
That to my use it might unused stay
From hands of falsehood, in sure wards of trust!
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How careful was I when I took my way,Each trifle under truest bars to thrust,
That to my use it might unused stay
From hands of falsehood, in sure wards of trust!
Sonnet XLVII by William Shakespeare
And each doth good turns now unto the other:
When that mine eye is famish'd for a look,
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
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Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,And each doth good turns now unto the other:
When that mine eye is famish'd for a look,
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
Sonnet XLVI by William Shakespeare
How to divide the conquest of thy sight;
Mine eye my heart thy picture's sight would bar,
My heart mine eye the freedom of that right.
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Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war,How to divide the conquest of thy sight;
Mine eye my heart thy picture's sight would bar,
My heart mine eye the freedom of that right.
Sonnet XLV by William Shakespeare
Are both with thee, wherever I abide;
The first my thought, the other my desire,
These present-absent with swift motion slide.
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The other two, slight air, and purging fireAre both with thee, wherever I abide;
The first my thought, the other my desire,
These present-absent with swift motion slide.
Sonnet XLIV by William Shakespeare
Injurious distance should not stop my way;
For then despite of space I would be brought,
From limits far remote, where thou dost stay.
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If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,Injurious distance should not stop my way;
For then despite of space I would be brought,
From limits far remote, where thou dost stay.
Sonnet XLII by William Shakespeare
And yet it may be said I loved her dearly;
That she hath thee is of my wailing chief,
A loss in love that touches me more nearly.
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That thou hast her it is not all my grief,And yet it may be said I loved her dearly;
That she hath thee is of my wailing chief,
A loss in love that touches me more nearly.
Sonnet XLIII by William Shakespeare
For all the day they view things unrespected;
But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,
And darkly bright, are bright in dark directed.
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When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,For all the day they view things unrespected;
But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,
And darkly bright, are bright in dark directed.
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