Shake-speares Sonnets (Quarto 1, 1609)
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SONNETS.
¶To finde where your true Image pictur'd lies,
¶That hath his windowes glazed with thine eyes:
¶Now see what good-turnes eyes for eies haue done,
¶Are windowes to my brest, where-through the Sun
¶Delights to peepe,_to gaze therein on thee
¶_Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art
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¶Of publike honour and proud titles bost,
¶Vnlookt for ioy in that I honour most;
365Great Princes fauorites their faire leaues spread,
¶But as the Marygold at the suns eye,
¶And in them-selues their pride lies buried,
¶For at a frowne they in their glory die.
¶The painefull warrier famosed for worth,
370After a thousand victories once foild,
¶Is from the booke of honour rased quite,
¶And all the rest forgot for which he toild:
¶_Then happy I that loue and am beloued
¶Where I may not remoue,_nor be remoued.
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¶Thy merrit hath my dutie strongly knit;
¶But that I hope some good conceipt of thine
¶And puts apparrell on my tottered louing,
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