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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 108
What’s in the brain that ink may characterWhich hath not figured to thee my true spirit?What’s new to speak, what…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 107
Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soulOf the wide world dreaming on things to come,Can yet the lease of…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 106
When in the chronicle of wasted timeI see descriptions of the fairest wights,And beauty making beautiful old rhyme,In praise of…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 105
Let not my love be called idolatry,Nor my beloved as an idol show,Since all alike my songs and praises beTo…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 104
To me, fair friend, you never can be old,For as you were when first your eye I ey’d,Such seems your…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 103
Alack! what poverty my Muse brings forth,That having such a scope to show her pride,The argument all bare is of…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 102
My love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming;I love not less, though less the show appear;That love is merchandized,…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 101
O truant Muse what shall be thy amendsFor thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed?Both truth and beauty on my…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 100
Where art thou Muse that thou forget’st so long,To speak of that which gives thee all thy might?Spend’st thou thy…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 99
The forward violet thus did I chide:Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells,If not from my love’s…
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