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William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Poems of William Shakespeare

161. Sonnet 67: Ah, wherefore with infection should he live 1/13/2003
162. Sonnet 69: Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view 1/13/2003
163. Sonnet 7: “Lo in the orient when the gracious light…” 3/30/2010
164. Sonnet 7: Lo, in the orient when the gracious light 1/13/2003
165. Sonnet 70: That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect 1/13/2003
166. Sonnet 70:That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect… 3/30/2010
167. Sonnet 71: No longer mourn for me when I am dead 3/30/2010
168. Sonnet 71: No longer mourn for me when I am dead 1/13/2003
169. Sonnet 72: O, lest the world should task you to recite 1/13/2003
170. Sonnet 73: 3/30/2010
171. Sonnet 73: That time of year thou mayst in me behold 1/13/2003
172. Sonnet 74: But be contented when that fell arrest 1/13/2003
173. Sonnet 75: So are you to my thoughts as food to life 1/13/2003
174. Sonnet 76: Why is my verse so barren of new pride? 1/13/2003
175. Sonnet 77: Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear 1/13/2003
176. Sonnet 78: So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse 1/13/2003
177. Sonnet 79: Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid 1/13/2003
178. Sonnet 8: Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly? 1/13/2003
179. Sonnet 80: O, how I faint when I of you do write 1/13/2003
180. Sonnet 81: Or I shall live your epitaph to make 1/13/2003

Sonnet CVIII

What's in the brain that ink may character
Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit?
What's new to speak, what new to register,
That may express my love or thy dear merit?
Nothing, sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine,
I must, each day say o'er the very same,
Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine,
Even as when first I hallow'd thy fair name.
So that eternal love in love's fresh case

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