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abſence addreſſed againſt appears bear beauty beauty's beſt better child Compare Continues dead dear death decay deſire doſt doth earth eternal eyes face fair falſe fear firſt flowers follows fortune gentle give glaſs grace grow hand happy hate hath heart himſelf hold honour keep King laſt leave lines live look loſe love's Malone maſter means mind moſt Muſe muſt myſelf Nature never night painted paſſion perhaps play poems poet poor praiſe propoſes prove Quarto roſe ſame ſay ſee ſeem Shakſpere Shakſpere's ſhall ſhame ſhe ſhould ſhow ſome Sonnets ſoul ſpirit ſtill ſuch ſummer's ſweet tell thee theſe thine things thoſe thou art thought thyſelf Time's tongue true truth uſe verſe waſte whoſe worth write young yourſelf youth
Strana 90 - Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune...
Strana 15 - ... even by the self-same sky, Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease, And wear their brave state out of memory ; Then the conceit of this inconstant stay Sets you most rich in youth before my sight, Where wasteful Time debateth with Decay, To change your day of youth to sullied night ; And all in war with Time for love of you, As he takes from you, I engraft you new.
Strana 87 - Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate: The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing; My bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting? And for that riches where is my deserving?
Strana 64 - When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state, Or state itself confounded to decay; Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away.
Strana 23 - O'ercharged with burden of mine own love's might. O, let my books be then the eloquence And dumb presagers of my speaking breast, Who plead for love and look for recompense More than that tongue that more hath more express'd.
Strana 111 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Strana 146 - So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men, And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.
Strana 144 - And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend Suspect I may, yet not directly tell; But being both from me, both to each friend, I guess one angel in another's hell. Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt, Till my bad angel fire my good one out.