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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.
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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!
Sonnet LXXIX by William Shakespeare
My verse alone had all thy gentle grace;
But now my gracious numbers are decay'd,
And my sick Muse doth give an other place.
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Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid,My verse alone had all thy gentle grace;
But now my gracious numbers are decay'd,
And my sick Muse doth give an other place.
Sonnet LXXVIII by William Shakespeare
And found such fair assistance in my verse
As every alien pen hath got my use
And under thee their poesy disperse.
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So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse,And found such fair assistance in my verse
As every alien pen hath got my use
And under thee their poesy disperse.
Sonnet LXXVII by William Shakespeare
Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste;
These vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear,
And of this book, this learning mayst thou taste.
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Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste;
These vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear,
And of this book, this learning mayst thou taste.
Sonnet LXXVI by William Shakespeare
So far from variation or quick change?
Why with the time do I not glance aside
To new-found methods, and to compounds strange?
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Why is my verse so barren of new pride,So far from variation or quick change?
Why with the time do I not glance aside
To new-found methods, and to compounds strange?
Sonnet LXXV by William Shakespeare
Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground;
And for the peace of you I hold such strife
As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found.
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So are you to my thoughts as food to life,Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground;
And for the peace of you I hold such strife
As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found.
Sonnet LXXIV by William Shakespeare
Without all bail shall carry me away,
My life hath in this line some interest,
Which for memorial still with thee shall stay.
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But be contented: when that fell arrestWithout all bail shall carry me away,
My life hath in this line some interest,
Which for memorial still with thee shall stay.
Sonnet LXXIII by William Shakespeare
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
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That time of year thou mayst in me beholdWhen yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
Sonnet LXXII by William Shakespeare
What merit lived in me, that you should love
After my death,—dear love, forget me quite,
For you in me can nothing worthy prove;
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O! lest the world should task you to reciteWhat merit lived in me, that you should love
After my death,—dear love, forget me quite,
For you in me can nothing worthy prove;
Sonnet LXXI by William Shakespeare
Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell:
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No longer mourn for me when I am deadThan you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell:
Sonnet LXX by William Shakespeare
For slander's mark was ever yet the fair;
The ornament of beauty is suspect,
A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.
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That thou art blam'd shall not be thy defect,For slander's mark was ever yet the fair;
The ornament of beauty is suspect,
A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.
Sonnet LXIX by William Shakespeare
Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend;
All tongues—the voice of souls—give thee that due,
Uttering bare truth, even so as foes commend.
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Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth viewWant nothing that the thought of hearts can mend;
All tongues—the voice of souls—give thee that due,
Uttering bare truth, even so as foes commend.
Sonnet LXVIII by William Shakespeare
When beauty lived and died as flowers do now,
Before these bastard signs of fair were born,
Or durst inhabit on a living brow;
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Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn,When beauty lived and died as flowers do now,
Before these bastard signs of fair were born,
Or durst inhabit on a living brow;
Sonnet LXVII by William Shakespeare
And with his presence grace impiety,
That sin by him advantage should achieve,
And lace itself with his society?
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Ah! wherefore with infection should he live,And with his presence grace impiety,
That sin by him advantage should achieve,
And lace itself with his society?
Sonnet LXVI by William Shakespeare
As to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
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Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,As to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
Sonnet LXV by William Shakespeare
But sad mortality o'ersways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
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Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,But sad mortality o'ersways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
Sonnet LXIV by William Shakespeare
The rich-proud cost of outworn buried age;
When sometime lofty towers I see down-raz'd,
And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;
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When I have seen by Time's fell hand defac'dThe rich-proud cost of outworn buried age;
When sometime lofty towers I see down-raz'd,
And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;
Sonnet LXIII by William Shakespeare
With Time's injurious hand crush'd and o'erworn;
When hours have drain'd his blood and fill'd his brow
With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn
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Against my love shall be as I am now,With Time's injurious hand crush'd and o'erworn;
When hours have drain'd his blood and fill'd his brow
With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn
Sonnet LXI by William Shakespeare
My heavy eyelids to the weary night?
Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken,
While shadows like to thee do mock my sight?
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Is it thy will, thy image should keep openMy heavy eyelids to the weary night?
Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken,
While shadows like to thee do mock my sight?
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