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William Shakespeare

Sonnet XXV: Let Those Who Are in Favour With Their Stars

Let those who are in favour with their stars
Of public honour and proud titles boast,
Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars,
Unlooked for joy in that I honour most.
Great princes’ favourites their fair leaves spread,
But as the marigold at the sun’s eye,
And in themselves their pride lies burièd,
For at a frown they in their glory die.
The painful warrior famousèd for fight,
After a thousand victories once foiled,
Is from the book of honour razèd quite,
And all the rest forgot for which he toiled.
   Then happy I that love and am beloved
   Where I may not remove nor be removed.

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Sonnet XXXVI: Let Me Confess That We Two Must Be Twain

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Sonnet VII

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Sonnet LXXXV: My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still

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Sonnet CXXVIII: How Oft, When Thou, my Music, Music Play’st

How oft, when thou, my music, musi… Upon that blessèd wood whose motio… With thy sweet fingers when thou g… The wiry concord that mine ear con… Do I envy those jacks that nimble…
Sonnet XXIV: Mine Eye Hath Played the Painter and Hath Stelled

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Sonnet LVI: Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said

Sweet love, renew thy force; be it… Thy edge should blunter be than ap… Which but to—day by feeding is all… To—morrow sharpened in his former… So, love, be thou, although to—day…
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Sonnet CXXXIX: O, Call Not Me to Justify the Wrong

O, call not me to justify the wron… That thy unkindness lays upon my h… Wound me not with thine eye but wi… Use power with power, and slay me… Tell me thou lov’st elsewhere, but…
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