Shake-speares Sonnets (Quarto 1, 1609)
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SHAKE-SPEARES
¶Crawles to maturity,_wherewith being crown'd,
¶And time that gaue,_doth now his gift confound.
895And delues the paralels in beauties brow,
¶Feedes on the rarities of natures truth,
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¶My heauy eielids to the weary night?
¶So farre from home into my deeds to prye,
¶To find out shames and idle houres in me,
¶The skope and tenure of thy Ielousie?
910It is my loue that keepes mine eie awake,
¶Mine owne true loue that doth my rest defeat,
¶To plaie the watch-man euer for thy sake.
¶From me farre of , with others all to neere.
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¶And for this sinne there is no remedie,
¶It is so grounded inward in my heart.
920Me thinkes no face so gratious is as mine,
¶And for my selfe mine owne worth do define,
¶As I all other in all worths surmount.
925Beated and chopt with tand antiquitie,
¶Mine owne selfe loue quite contrary I read
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