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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 88
When thou shalt be disposed to set me light,And place my merit in the eye of scorn,Upon thy side, against…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 87
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,And like enough thou know’st thy estimate,The charter of thy worth gives thee…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 86
Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,Bound for the prize of all too precious you,That did my…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 85
My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,While comments of your praise richly compiled,Reserve thy character with golden quill,And precious…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 84
Who is it that says most, which can say more,Than this rich praise, that you alone, are you,In whose confine…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 83
I never saw that you did painting need,And therefore to your fair no painting set;I found, or thought I found,…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 82
I grant thou wert not married to my Muse,And therefore mayst without attaint o’erlookThe dedicated words which writers useOf their…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 81
Or I shall live your epitaph to make,Or you survive when I in earth am rotten,From hence your memory death…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 80
O! how I faint when I of you do write,Knowing a better spirit doth use your name,And in the praise…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 79
Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid,My verse alone had all thy gentle grace;But now my gracious numbers are…
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