William Shakespeare
Warwickshire
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Sonnet Lxxxii

Rating: 3.1
I grant thou wert not married to my Muse
And therefore mayst without attaint o'erlook
The dedicated words which writers use
Of their fair subject, blessing every book
Thou art as fair in knowledge as in hue,
Finding thy worth a limit past my praise,
And therefore art enforced to seek anew
Some fresher stamp of the time-bettering days
And do so, love; yet when they have devised
What strained touches rhetoric can lend,
Thou truly fair wert truly sympathized
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Brian Jani 26 April 2014
Awesome I like this poem, check mine out 
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Brian Jani 26 April 2014
Awesome I like this poem, check mine out 
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