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51Sonnet 24 — sonnet|24 Mine eye hath play d the painter and hath steel d, 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. For through the painter must you see his skill, To find where… …
52Sonnet 25 — sonnet|25 Let those who are in favour with their stars Of public honour and proud titles boast, Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars Unlook d for joy in that I honour most. Great princes favourites their fair leaves spread But as the… …
53Sonnet 35 — Sonnet|35 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. All men make faults, and even I in this, Authorizing… …
54Sonnet 37 — Sonnet|37 As a decrepit father takes delight To see his active child do deeds of youth, So I, made lame by Fortune s dearest spite, Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth; For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit, Or any of these all, or… …
55Sonnet 40 — Sonnet|40 Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all; What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call; All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more.Then, if for my love, thou my love… …
56Sonnet 50 — Sonnet|50 How heavy do I journey on the way, When what I seek, my weary travel s end, Doth teach that ease and that repose to say, Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend! The beast that bears me, tired with my woe, Plods dully on, to… …
57Sonnet 51 — Sonnet|51 ( continued from Sonnet 50 ) Thus can my love excuse the slow offence Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed: From where thou art why should I haste me thence? Till I return, of posting is no need. O! what excuse will my poor beast… …
58Sonnet 98 — Sonnet|98 From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud pied April dress d in all his trim Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing That heavy Saturn laugh d and leap d with him. Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different …
59Sonnet 97 — Sonnet|97 How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! What old December s bareness every where! And yet this time removed was summer s time The teeming… …
60Sonnet 72 — Sonnet|72 O! lest the world should task you to recite What merit lived in me, that you should love After my death, dear love, forget me quite, For you in me can nothing worthy prove. Unless you would devise some virtuous lie, To do more for me… …
