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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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Amazement. [Sonnet CII / Sonnet CIII]
My love is strengthned though more weake in seeming
I love not lesse, though lesse the show appeare,
That love is marchandiz'd, whose rich esteeming,
The owners tongue doth publish every where.
Our love was new, and then but in the spring,
When I was wont to greet it with my laies,
As Philomel in Summers front doth sing,
And stops his pipe in growth of riper dayes:
Not that the Summer is lesse pleasant now
Then when her mournefull himmes did hush the night,
But that wild musicke burthens every bow,
And sweets growne common loose their deare delight.
  Therefore like her I sometime hold my tongue:
  Because I would not dull you with my song.
Alack what povertie my Muse brings forth,
That having such a skope to show her pride,
The argument all bare, is of more worth,
Then when it hath my added praise beside.
Oh blame me not if I no more can write!
Looke in your glasse and there appeares a face,
That overgoes my blunt invention quite,
Dulling my lines, and doing me disgrace.

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Were it not sinfull then striving to mend,
To marre the subject that before was well,
For to no other passe my verses tend,
Then of your graces and your gifts to tell.
  And more, much more then in my verse can sit,
  Your owne glasse showes you, when you looke in it.
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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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