William Shakespeare
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William Shakespeare’s Sonnet XIII
O! that you were your self; but, love you are No longer yours, than you your self here live: Against this…
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William Shakespeare’s Sonnet XV
When I consider every thing that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment, That this huge stage presenteth nought but…
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William Shakespeare’s Sonnet XIV
Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck; And yet methinks I have astronomy, But not to tell of good…
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William Shakespeare’s Sonnet XII
When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When I…
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William Shakespeare’s Sonnet XI
As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow’st, In one of thine, from that which thou departest; And that…
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William Shakespeare’s Sonnet X
For shame! deny that thou bear’st love to any, Who for thy self art so unprovident. Grant, if thou wilt, thou…
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William Shakespeare’s Sonnet IX
Is it for fear to wet a widow’s eye, That thou consum’st thy self in single life? Ah! if thou issueless…
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William Shakespeare’s Sonnet VIII
Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly? Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy: Why lov’st thou that…
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William Shakespeare’s Sonnet VII
Lo! in the orient when the gracious light Lifts up his burning head, each under eye Doth homage to his new-appearing…
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William Shakespeare’s Sonnet VI
Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface, In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill’d: Make sweet some vial; treasure thou…
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William Shakespeare’s Sonnet V
Those hours, that with gentle work did frame The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell, Will play the tyrants to…
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William Shakespeare’s Sonnet IV
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend Upon thy self thy beauty’s legacy? Nature’s bequest gives nothing, but doth lend, And being…