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# SHAKESPEARES,
## SONNETS.
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauties Rose might neuer die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heire might beare his memory:
But thou contracted to thine owne bright eyes,
Feed’st thy lights flame with felse substantially fewell,
Making a famine where aboundance lies,
Thy felse thy foe, to thy sweet felse too cruell:
Thou that art now the worlds fresh ornament,
And only herauld to the gaudy spring,
Within thine owne bud buriest thy content,
And tender chorle makst wast in niggarding:
Pitty the world, or else this glutton be,
To eate the worlds due, by the graue and thee.
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VV Hen sortie Winters shall besiege thy brow,
And digge deep trenches in thy beauties field,
Thy youths proud litery so gaz’d on now,
Wil be a totter’d weed of final worth held:
Then being askt, where all thy beautie lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty daies;
To say within thine owne deepe sunken eyes,
Were an all-eating shame, and thriftfelse praise.
How much more praise deferu’d thy beauties vie,
If thou couldst answere this faire child of mine
Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse
Proouing his beautie by succession thine.
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