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Shake-speares Sonnets (Quarto 1, 1609)
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902My heauy eielids to the weary night?
906So farre from home into my deeds to prye,
908The skope and tenure of thy Ielousie?
910It is my loue that keepes mine eie awake,
911Mine owne true loue that doth my rest defeat,
912To plaie the watch-man euer for thy sake.
914From me farre of , with others all to neere.
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918And for this sinne there is no remedie,
919It is so grounded inward in my heart.
920Me thinkes no face so gratious is as mine,
923As I all other in all worths surmount.
925Beated and chopt with tand antiquitie,
926Mine owne selfe loue quite contrary I read
929Painting my age with beauty of thy daies,
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932With times iniurious hand chrusht and ore-worne,
933When houres haue dreind his blood and fild his brow
934With lines and wrincles, when his youthfull morne
935Hath trauaild on to Ages steepie night,
936And all those beauties whereof now he's King
938Stealing away the treasure of his Spring.
940Against confounding Ages cruell knife,
941That he shall neuer cut from memory