Shake-speares Sonnets (Quarto 1, 1609)
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SONNETS.
¶Tempteth my better angel from my sight,
¶And would corrupt my saint to be a diuel:
¶Wooing his purity with her fowle pride.
2155And whether that my angel be turn'd finde,
¶But being both from me both to each friend,
2160Till my bad angel fire my good one out.
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¶Straight in her heart did mercie come,
¶Chiding that tongue that euer sweet,
¶Was vsde in giuing gentle dome:
¶And tought it thus a new to greete:
2170I hate she alterd with an end,
¶That follow'd it as gentle day,
¶Doth follow night who like a fiend
¶From heauen to hell is flowne away.
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¶Eate vp thy charge? is this thy bodies end?
¶And let that pine to aggrauat thy store;
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