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# SONNETS OF SHAKESPEARE
Misprints.
LXV. 12. Or who his spoile *or* beautie can forbid (for *of*).
LXIX. 3. All toungs (the voice of soules) giue thee that *end*: (for *due*).
LXXIII. 4. Bare *rn’wd* quiers, where late the sweet birds sang: (for *ruin’d*).
LXXVI. 7. That euery word doth almost *fel* my name: (for *tell*).
LXXVII. 10. Commit to these waste *blacks*, and thou shalt finde: (for *blanks*).
LXXXVIII. 1. When thou shalt be *dispode* to set me light: (for *disposed*).
XC. 11. But in the onset come, so *stall* I taste: (for *shall*).
XCI. 9. Thy loue is bitter then high birth to me: (for *better*).
XCIV. 4. Vnmooued, *could*, and to temptation slow: (for *cold*).
XCVI. 11. How many gazers *might* thou lead away: (for *mightest*).
XCIX. 9. *Our* blushing shame, an other white dispaire: (for *One*).
CII. 7–8. As Philomell in summers front doth singe, And stops *his* pipe in growth of riper daies: (for *her*).
CVI. 12. They had not *still* enough your worth to sing: (for *skill*).
CVIII. 3. What’s new to speake, what *now* to register: (for *new*).
CXII. 14. That all the world besides *me thinkes y’are dead*: (for *methinks are dead*).
CXIII. 6. Of bird, of flowre, or shape which it doth *lack*: (for *latch*).
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