The Sonnets of William Shakespeare (Wisehouse Classics Edition). William Shakespeare

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XLIX: Against that time......

       L: How heavy do......

       LI: Thus can my......

       LII: So am I......

       LIII: What is your......

       LIV: O! how much......

       LV: Not marble, nor......

       LVI: Sweet love, renew......

       LVII: Being your slave......

       LVIII: That god forbid......

       LIX: If there be......

       LX: Like as the......

       LXI: Is it thy......

       LXII: Sin of self......

       LXIII: Against my love......

       LXIV: When I have......

       LXV: Since brass, nor......

       LXVI: Tired with all......

       LXVII: Ah! wherefore with......

       LXVIII: Thus is his......

       LXIX: Those parts of......

       LXX: That thou art......

       LXXI: No longer mourn......

       LXXII: O! lest the......

       LXXIII: That time of......

       LXXIV: But be contented......

       LXXV: So are you......

       LXXVI: Why is my......

       LXXVII: Thy glass will......

       LXXVIII: So oft have......

       LXXIX: Whilst I alone......

       LXXX: O! how I......

       LXXXI: Or I shall......

       LXXXII: I grant thou......

       LXXXIII: I never saw......

       LXXXIV: Who is it......

       LXXXV: My tongue-tied......

       LXXXVI: Was it the......

       LXXXVII: Farewell! thou art......

       LXXXVIII: When thou shalt......

       LXXXIX: Say that thou......

       XC: Then hate me......

       XCI: Some glory in......

       XCII: But do thy......

       XCIII: So shall I......

       XCIV: They that have......

       XCV: How sweet and......

       XCVI: Some say thy......

       XCVII: How like a......

       XCVIII: From you have......

       XCIX: The forward violet......

       C: Where art thou......

       CI: O truant Muse......

       CII: My love is......

       CIII: Alack! what poverty......

       CIV: To me, fair......

       CV: Let not my......

       CVI: When in the......

       CVII: Not mine own......

       CVIII: What’s......

       CIX: O! never say......

       CX: Alas! ’tis......

       CXI: O! for my......

       CXII: Your love and......

       CXIII: Since I left......

       CXIV: Or whether doth......

       CXV: Those lines that......

       CXVI: Let me not......

       CXVII: Accuse me thus......

       CXVIII: Like as, to......

       CXIX: What potions have......

       CXX: That you were......

       CXXI: ’Tis better......

       CXXII: Thy gift, thy......

       CXXIII: No, Time, thou......

       CXXIV: If my dear......

       CXXV: Were’t......

       CXXVI: O thou, my......

       CXXVII: In the old......

       CXXVIII: How oft when......

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