Poems

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Sonnet 64: When I Have Seen By Time's Fell Hand Defaced
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced
The rich-proud cost of outworn buried age;
When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed
And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;
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142.
Sonnet 125: Were'T Aught To Me I Bore The Canopy
Were't aught to me I bore the canopy,
With my extern the outward honouring,
Or laid great bases for eternity,
Which proves more short than waste or ruining?
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143.
Sonnet 43: When Most I Wink, Then Do Mine Eyes Best See
When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
For all the day they view things unrespected;
But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,
And darkly bright, are bright in dark directed.
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144.
Sonnet 24: Mine Eye Hath Played The Painter And Hath Stelled
Mine eye hath played the painter and hath stelled
Thy beauty's form in table of my heart;
My body is the frame wherein 'tis held,
And perspective it is best painter's art.
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145.
Sonnet 22: My Glass Shall Not Persuade Me I Am Old
My glass shall not persuade me I am old
So long as youth and thou are of one date;
But when in thee Time's furrows I behold,
Then look I death my days should expiate.
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146.
Sonnet 88: When Thou Shalt Be Disposed To Set Me Light
When thou shalt be disposed to set me light
And place my merit in the eye of scorn,
Upon thy side, against myself I'll fight,
And prove thee virtuous, though thou art forsworn.
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147.
Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes
That they behold and see not what they see?
They know what beauty is, see where it lies,
Yet what the best is, take the worst to be.
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148.
Sonnet 79: Whilst I Alone Did Call Upon Thy Aid
Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid,
My verse alone had all thy gentle grace,
But now my gracious numbers are decayed,
And my sick Muse doth give an other place.
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149.
Sonnet 89: Say That Thou Didst Forsake Me For Some Fault
Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,
And I will comment upon that offence;
Speak of my lameness, and I straight will halt,
Against thy reasons making no defence.
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150.
Sonnet 35: No More Be Grieved At That Which Thou Hast Done
No more be grieved at that which thou hast done.
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud,
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
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