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Sonnets by William Shakespeare: CXLVII
Sonnet CXLVI Sonnet CXLVIII CXLVII My love is as a fever longing still, For that which longer nurseth the disease; Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, The uncertain sickly…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: CXLVIII
Sonnet CXLVII Sonnet CXLIX CXLVIII O me! what eyes hath Love put in my head, Which have no correspondence with true sight; Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled, That censures…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: CXLIX
Sonnet CXLVIII Sonnet CL CXLIX Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not, When I against myself with thee partake? Do I not think on thee, when I forgot Am of my self, all tyrant, for…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: XV
Sonnet XIV Sonnet XVI XV When I consider every thing that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment, That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows Whereon the stars in secret…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: CL
Sonnet CXLIX Sonnet CLI CL O! from what power hast thou this powerful might, With insufficiency my heart to sway? To make me give the lie to my true sight, And swear that brightness…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: CLI
Sonnet CL Sonnet CLII CLI Love is too young to know what conscience is, Yet who knows not conscience is born of love? Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss, Lest guilty of my faults…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: CLII
Sonnet CLI Sonnet CLIII CLII In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn, But thou art twice forsworn, to me love swearing; In act thy bed-vow broke, and new faith torn, In vowing new…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: CLIII
Sonnet CLII Sonnet CLIV CLIII Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep: A maid of Dian's this advantage found, And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep In a cold valley-fountain of…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: CLIV
Sonnet CLIII CLIV The little Love-god lying once asleep, Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand, Whilst many nymphs that vow'd chaste life to keep Came tripping by; but in her…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: XVI
Sonnet XV Sonnet XVII XVI But wherefore do not you a mightier way Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time? And fortify your self in your decay With means more blessed than my barren…Trending
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