Shake-speares Sonnets (Quarto 1, 1609)
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SONNETS.
¶Thy loue is bitter then high birth to me,
¶Of more delight then Hawkes or Horses bee:
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¶And life no longer then thy loue will stay,
¶For it depends vpon that loue of thine.
1370Then need I not to feare the worst of wrongs,
¶When in the least of them my life hath end,
¶Then that,_which on thy humor doth depend.
1375Since that my life on thy reuolt doth lie,
¶Oh what a happy title do I finde ,
¶Happy to haue thy loue, happy to die!
¶Thou maist be falce, and yet I know it not.
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¶Thy lookes with me,_thy heart in other place.
1385For their can liue no hatred in thine eye,
¶Therefore in that I cannot know thy change,
¶Is writ in moods and frounes and wrinckles strange.
¶But heauen in thy creation did decree,
¶What ere thy thoughts, or thy hearts workings be,
¶_How like Eaues apple doth thy beauty grow,
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