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Sonnets by William Shakespeare: CXXXVIII
Sonnet CXXXVII Sonnet CXXXIX CXXXVIII When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutor'd youth, Unlearned in…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: CXXXIX
Sonnet CXXXVIII Sonnet CXL CXXXIX O! call not me to justify the wrong That thy unkindness lays upon my heart; Wound me not with thine eye, but with thy tongue: Use power with power, and…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: XIV
Sonnet XIII Sonnet XV XIV Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck; And yet methinks I have astronomy, But not to tell of good or evil luck, Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons'…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: CXL
Sonnet CXXXIX Sonnet CXLI CXL Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain; Lest sorrow lend me words, and words express The manner of my pity-…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: CXLI
Sonnet CXL Sonnet CXLII CXLI In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand errors note; But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise, Who, in despite of…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: CXLII
Sonnet CXLI Sonnet CXLIII CXLII Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving: O! but with mine compare thou thine own state, And thou shalt find…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: CXLIII
Sonnet CXLII Sonnet CXLIV CXLIII Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catch One of her feather'd creatures broke away, Sets down her babe, and makes all swift dispatch In pursuit of the…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: CXLIV
Sonnet CXLIII Sonnet CXLV CXLIV Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still: The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: CXLV
Sonnet CXLIV Sonnet CXLVI CXLV Those lips that Love's own hand did make, Breathed forth the sound that said 'I hate', To me that languish'd for her sake: But when she saw my woeful…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: CXLVI
Sonnet CXLV Sonnet CXLVII CXLVI Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, My sinful earth these rebel powers array, Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward…Trending
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