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Sonnet Lii by William Shakespeare

So am I as the rich, whose blessed keyCan bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure,The which he will not every hour survey,For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure.Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare,Since, seldom coming, in the long year set,Like stones of worth they thinly placed are,Or captain jewels in the…

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Sonnet Li by William Shakespeare

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.O, what excuse will my poor beast then find,When swift extremity can seem but slow?Then should I spur, though mounted on the wind;In winged…

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Sonnet L by William Shakespeare

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.Describe Adonis, and the counterfeitIs poorly imitated after you;On Helen’s cheek all art of beauty set,And you in Grecian tires are painted new:Speak of the spring and…

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Sonnet Ix by William Shakespeare

Is it for fear to wet a widow’s eyeThat thou consumest thyself in single life?Ah! if thou issueless shalt hap to die.The world will wail thee, like a makeless wife;The world will be thy widow and still weepThat thou no form of thee hast left behind,When every private widow well may keepBy children’s eyes her…

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Sonnet Cxxxviii by William Shakespeare

Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes,That they behold, and see not what they see?They know what beauty is, see where it lies,Yet what the best is take the worst to be.If eyes corrupt by over-partial looksBe anchor’d in the bay where all men ride,Why of eyes’ falsehood hast thou forged hooks,Whereto…

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Sonnet Cxxxvi by William Shakespeare

If thy soul cheque thee that I come so near,Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy ‘Will,’And will, thy soul knows, is admitted there;Thus far for love my love-suit, sweet, fulfil.‘Will’ will fulfil the treasure of thy love,Ay, fill it full with wills, and my will one.In things of great receipt with ease…