Shake-speares Sonnets (Quarto 1, 1609)
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SONNETS.
¶How many Lambs might the sterne Wolfe betray,
1435If like a Lambe he could his lookes translate.
¶How many gazers mighst thou lead away,
¶As thou being mine,_mine is thy good report.
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1445And yet this time remou'd was sommers time,
¶The teeming Autumne big with ritch increase,
¶Bearing the wanton burthen of the prime,
¶Like widdowed wombes after their Lords decease:
1450But hope of Orphans,_and vn-fathered fruite,
¶For Sommer and his pleasures waite on thee,
¶And thou away,_the very birds are mute.
¶That leaues looke pale,_dreading the Winters neere.
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¶When proud pide Aprill (drest in all his trim)
¶Hath put a spirit of youth in euery thing:
¶That heauie Saturne laught and leapt with him.
¶Of different flowers in odor and in hew,
¶Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew:
¶Nor did I wonder at the Lillies white,
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