Shake-speares Sonnets (Quarto 1, 1609)
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¶For that deepe wound it giues my friend and me;
¶I'st not ynough to torture me alone,
¶Me from my selfe thy cruell eye hath taken,
¶But then my friends heart let my poore heart bale,
¶Who ere keepes me,_let my heart be his garde,
1995Perforce am thine and all that is in me.
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¶And I my selfe am morgag'd to thy will,
¶But thou wilt not,_nor he will not be free,
¶For thou art couetous,_and he is kinde,
¶He learnd but suretie-like to write for me,
¶Vnder that bond that him as fast doth binde.
2005The statute of thy beauty thou wilt take,
2010He paies the whole,_and yet am I not free.
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¶And Will too boote,_and Will in ouer-plus,
¶More then enough am I that vexe thee still,
2015To thy sweete will making addition thus.
¶Not once vouchsafe to hide my will in thine,
¶Shall will in others seeme right gracious,
¶And in my will no faire acceptance shine:
¶And in aboundance addeth to his store,
¶So thou beeing rich in Will adde to thy Will,
¶One will of mine to make thy large Will more.
2025Thinke all but one,_and me in that one Will.
