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- # Sonnet 44
## Overview
This is a sonnet, specifically labeled "Sonnet 44," extracted from a larger text file. It consists of 14 lines of text, spanning lines 10995 to 11010 in the source file [pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA). The sonnet was extracted on January 30, 2026, and is part of a digital workflow for processing PDF documents.
## Context
This [sonnet](arke:01KG6S4C62DGZ81AAM64R0ANMQ) is part of the poetry collection [Venus and Adonis, Lucrece, Sonnets, and Pericles (Facsimile Editions)](arke:01KG6S3KNZT62WVVW4VT384KPF), which itself is contained within the [PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y) collection. The source file [pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA) was processed using a structure extraction lambda function. "Sonnet 44" is preceded by [Sonnet 43](arke:01KG6S4C621NK6CJ5W9P4KEMG0) and followed by [Sonnet 45](arke:01KG6S4C5ZMZ7ZK45WHAB3AEBY) in the collection.
## Contents
The text of "Sonnet 44" expresses the speaker's longing for a distant loved one, lamenting that they cannot be with them due to physical limitations. The sonnet explores the contrast between the swiftness of thought and the sluggishness of the body, wishing that the speaker's physical form could travel as quickly as their thoughts to overcome the distance. The poem uses the elements of earth and water to symbolize the heavy, binding aspects of the speaker's physical existence, contrasting them with the freedom of thought.
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- If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
Inturious distance should not stop my way,
For then dispight of space I would be brought,
From limits farce remote, where thou doolt stay,
No matter then although my foote did stand
Upon the farthest earth remoon’d from thee,
For nimble thought can jumpe both sea and land,
As shone as thunke the place where he would be.
But ah, thought kills me that I am not thought
To leape large lengths of miles when thou art gone,
But that so much of earth and water wrought,
I must attend, times leisure with my mone.
Receiving naughts by elements so floc,
But heanic teares, badges of cithers woe.
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- Sonnet 44