Literature
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 146
Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,… … … these rebel powers that thee arrayWhy dost thou pine within…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 145
Those lips that Love’s own hand did make,Breathed forth the sound that said ‘I hate’,To me that languished for her…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 144
Two loves I have of comfort and despair,Which like two spirits do suggest me still:The better angel is a man…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 143
Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catchOne of her feathered creatures broke away,Sets down her babe, and makes all…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 142
Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving:O! but with mine compare…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 141
In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes,For they in thee a thousand errors note;But ‘tis my heart…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 140
Be wise as thou art cruel; do not pressMy tongue-tied patience with too much disdain;Lest sorrow lend me words, and…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 139
O! call not me to justify the wrongThat thy unkindness lays upon my heart;Wound me not with thine eye, but…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 138
When my love swears that she is made of truth,I do believe her though I know she lies,That she might…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 137
Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes,That they behold, and see not what they see?They know what…
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