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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 58
That god forbid, that made me first your slave,I should in thought control your times of pleasure,Or at your hand…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 57
Being your slave what should I do but tendUpon the hours, and times of your desire?I have no precious time…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 56
Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not saidThy edge should blunter be than appetite,Which but to-day by feeding is…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 55
Not marble, nor the gilded monumentsOf princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;But you shall shine more bright in these contentsThan…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 54
O! how much more doth beauty beauteous seemBy that sweet ornament which truth doth give.The rose looks fair, but fairer…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 53
What is your substance, whereof are you made,That millions of strange shadows on you tend?Since every one hath, every one,…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 52
So am I as the rich, whose blessed key,Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure,The which he will not…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 51
Thus can my love excuse the slow offenceOf my dull bearer when from thee I speed:From where thou art why…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 50
How heavy do I journey on the way,When what I seek, my weary travel’s end,Doth teach that ease and that…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 49
Against that time, if ever that time come,When I shall see thee frown on my defects,When as thy love hath…
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