William Shakespeare Sonnet 005

William Shakespeare Sonnet 005:

Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
Will play the tyrants to the very same
And that unfair which fairly doth excel

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William Shakespeare Sonnet 004

William Shakespeare Sonnet 004:

Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
Upon thy self thy beauty's legacy?
Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,
And being frank she lends to those are free:
Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse
The bounteous largess given thee to give?

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Poem - Amoretti Sonnets by Edmund Spenser

Amoretti:

Happy ye leaves when as those lily hands,
        Which hold my life in their dead-doing might,
        Shall handle you and hold in love's soft bands,
        Like captives trembling at the victor's sight.
    And happy lines, on which with starry light,
        Those lamping eyes will deign sometimes to look
        And read the sorrows of my dying sprite,
        Written with tears in heart's close-bleeding book.
    And happy rhymes bath'd in the sacred brook,
        Of Helicon whence she derived is,
        When ye behold that Angel's blessed look,
        My soul's long-lacked food, my heaven's bliss.
    Leaves, lines, and rhymes, seek her to please alone,
        Whom if ye please, I care for other none.

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William Shakespeare Sonnet 003

William Shakespeare Sonnet 003:

Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
Now is the time that face should form another;
Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.
For where is she so fair whose uneared womb
Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?

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William Shakespeare Sonnet 002

William Shakespeare Sonnet 002:

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
Thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now,
Will be a totter'd weed of small worth held:
Then being asked, where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days;

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William Shakespeare Sonnet 001

William Shakespeare Sonnet 001:

From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel

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