Shake-speares Sonnets (Quarto 1, 1609)
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SONNETS.
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¶Currall is farre more red,_then her lips red,
1940If haires be wiers,_black wiers grow on her head:
¶And in some perfumes is there more delight,
¶Then in the breath that from my Mistres reekes.
¶_And yet by heauen I thinke my loue as rare,
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¶For well thou know'st to my deare doting hart
¶Thy face hath not the power to make loue grone;
¶A thousand grones but thinking on thy face,
¶Thy blacke is fairest in my iudgements place.
1965And thence this slaunder as I thinke proceeds.
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¶Knowing thy heart torment me with disdaine,
¶Haue put on black,_and louing mourners bee,
1970Looking with pretty ruth vpon my paine.
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