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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 18
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?Thou art more lovely and more temperate:Rough winds do shake the darling buds…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 17
Who will believe my verse in time to come,If it were filled with your most high deserts?Though yet heaven knows…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 16
But wherefore do not you a mightier wayMake war upon this bloody tyrant, Time?And fortify your self in your decayWith…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 15
When I consider every thing that growsHolds in perfection but a little moment,That this huge stage presenteth nought but showsWhereon…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 14
Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck;And yet methinks I have Astronomy,But not to tell of good or…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 13
O! that you were your self; but, love, you areNo longer yours, than you your self here live:Against this coming…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 12
When I do count the clock that tells the time,And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;When I behold…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 11
As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow’stIn one of thine, from that which thou departest;And that fresh…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 10
For shame deny that thou bear’st love to any,Who for thy self art so unprovident.Grant, if thou wilt, thou art…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 9
Is it for fear to wet a widow’s eye,That thou consum’st thy self in single life?Ah! if thou issueless shalt…
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