William Shakespeare
Warwickshire
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Sonnet Xiii

Rating: 4.7
O, that you were yourself! but, love, you are
No longer yours than you yourself here live:
Against this coming end you should prepare,
And your sweet semblance to some other give.
So should that beauty which you hold in lease
Find no determination: then you were
Yourself again after yourself's decease,
When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear.
Who lets so fair a house fall to decay,
Which husbandry in honour might uphold
Against the stormy gusts of winter's day
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Mizzy ........ 05 September 2016
Very beautiful Sonnet.
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Brian Jani 26 April 2014
Awesome I like this poem, check mine out 
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