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Sonnet XLI by William Shakespeare
When I am sometime absent from thy heart,
Thy beauty, and thy years full well befits,
For still temptation follows where thou art.
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Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits,When I am sometime absent from thy heart,
Thy beauty, and thy years full well befits,
For still temptation follows where thou art.
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Sonnet XL by William Shakespeare
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?
No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call;
All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more.
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Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all;What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?
No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call;
All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more.
Sonnet XXXVIII by William Shakespeare
While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verse
Thine own sweet argument, too excellent
For every vulgar paper to rehearse?
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How can my muse want subject to invent,While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verse
Thine own sweet argument, too excellent
For every vulgar paper to rehearse?
Sonnet XXXVII by William Shakespeare
To see his active child do deeds of youth,
So I, made lame by Fortune's dearest spite,
Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth;
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As a decrepit father takes delightTo see his active child do deeds of youth,
So I, made lame by Fortune's dearest spite,
Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth;
Sonnet XXXIX by William Shakespeare
When thou art all the better part of me?
What can mine own praise to mine own self bring?
And what is't but mine own when I praise thee?
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O! how thy worth with manners may I sing,When thou art all the better part of me?
What can mine own praise to mine own self bring?
And what is't but mine own when I praise thee?
Sonnet XXXVI by William Shakespeare
Although our undivided loves are one:
So shall those blots that do with me remain,
Without thy help, by me be borne alone.
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Let me confess that we two must be twain,Although our undivided loves are one:
So shall those blots that do with me remain,
Without thy help, by me be borne alone.
Sonnet XXXV by William Shakespeare
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud:
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
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No more be griev'd at that which thou hast done:Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud:
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
Sonnet XXXIV by William Shakespeare
And make me travel forth without my cloak,
To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way,
Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke?
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Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,And make me travel forth without my cloak,
To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way,
Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke?
Sonnet XXXIII by William Shakespeare
Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye,
Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
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Full many a glorious morning have I seenFlatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye,
Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
Sonnet XXXI by William Shakespeare
Which I by lacking have supposed dead;
And there reigns Love, and all Love's loving parts,
And all those friends which I thought buried.
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Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,Which I by lacking have supposed dead;
And there reigns Love, and all Love's loving parts,
And all those friends which I thought buried.
Sonnet XXXII by William Shakespeare
When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover
And shalt by fortune once more re-survey
These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover,
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If thou survive my well-contented day,When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover
And shalt by fortune once more re-survey
These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover,
Sonnet XXX by William Shakespeare
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
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When to the sessions of sweet silent thoughtI summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Sonnet XXIX by William Shakespeare
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
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When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyesI all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Sonnet XXVIII by William Shakespeare
That am debarre'd the benefit of rest?
When day's oppression is not eas'd by night,
But day by night and night by day oppress'd,
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How can I then return in happy plight,That am debarre'd the benefit of rest?
When day's oppression is not eas'd by night,
But day by night and night by day oppress'd,
Sonnet XXVII by William Shakespeare
The dear respose for limbs with travel tir'd;
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind, when body's work's expired:
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Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,The dear respose for limbs with travel tir'd;
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind, when body's work's expired:
Sonnet XXVI by William Shakespeare
Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit,
To thee I send this written embassage,
To witness duty, not to show my wit:
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Lord of my love, to whom in vassalageThy merit hath my duty strongly knit,
To thee I send this written embassage,
To witness duty, not to show my wit:
Sonnet XXV by William Shakespeare
Of public honour and proud titles boast,
Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars
Unlook'd for joy in that I honour most.
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Let those who are in favour with their starsOf public honour and proud titles boast,
Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars
Unlook'd for joy in that I honour most.
Sonnet XXIV by William Shakespeare
Thy beauty's form in table of my heart;
My body is the frame wherein 'tis held,
And perspective it is best painter's art.
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Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd,Thy beauty's form in table of my heart;
My body is the frame wherein 'tis held,
And perspective it is best painter's art.
Sonnet XXIII by William Shakespeare
Who with his fear is put beside his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart;
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As an unperfect actor on the stage,Who with his fear is put beside his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart;
Sonnet XXII by William Shakespeare
So long as youth and thou are of one date;
But when in thee time's furrows I behold,
Then look I death my days should expiate.
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My glass shall not persuade me I am old,So long as youth and thou are of one date;
But when in thee time's furrows I behold,
Then look I death my days should expiate.
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