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William Shakespeare, 1564-1616 [1609], Shake-speares Sonnets. Neuer before Imprinted (By G. Eld for T. T. [etc.], London) [word count] [S20127].
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17
VVho will beleeue my verse in time to come
If it were fild with your most high deserts?

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Though yet heauen knowes it is but as a tombe
Which hides your life, and shewes not halfe your parts:
If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say this Poet lies,
Such heauenly touches nere toucht earthly faces.
So should my papers (yellowed with their age)
Be scorn'd, like old men of lesse truth then tongue,
And your true rights be termd a Poets rage,
And stretched miter of an Antique song.
  But were some childe of yours aliue that time,
  You should liue twise in it, and in my rime.
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William Shakespeare, 1564-1616 [1609], Shake-speares Sonnets. Neuer before Imprinted (By G. Eld for T. T. [etc.], London) [word count] [S20127].
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