William Shakespeare, 1564-1616 [1640], Poems: vvritten by Wil. Shake-speare. Gent (Printed... by Tho. Cotes, and are to be sold by Iohn Benson [etc.], London) [word count] [S11600].
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Patiens Armatus. [Sonnet LXI]
Is it thy will, thy Image should keepe open
My heavie eyelids to the weary night?
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Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken,
While shadowes like to thee doe mocke my sight?
Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee
So farre from home into my deeds to pry,
To finde out shames and idle houres in me,
The scope and tenure of thy Iealousie?
O no, thy love though much, is not so great,
It is my love that keepes mine eye awake,
Mine owne true love that doth my rest defeat,
To play the watch-man ever for thy sake.
For thee watch I, whilst thou dost wake else-where,
From me farre of, with others all too neare.
William Shakespeare, 1564-1616 [1640], Poems: vvritten by Wil. Shake-speare. Gent (Printed... by Tho. Cotes, and are to be sold by Iohn Benson [etc.], London) [word count] [S11600].
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