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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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VVas it the proud full saile of his great verse,
Bound for the prize of (all to precious) you,
That did my ripe thoughts in my braine inhearce,
Making their tombe the wombe wherein they grew?
Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write,
Aboue a mortall pitch, that struck me dead?
No, neither he, nor his compiers by night
Giuing him ayde, my verse astonished.
He nor that affable familiar ghost
Which nightly gulls him with intelligence,
As victors of my silence cannot boast,

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I was not sick of any feare from thence.
  But when your countinance fild vp his line,
  Then lackt I matter, that infeebled mine.
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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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