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- # # SNAKE-SPEAKS
## Overview
This entity is a chapter titled "# SNAKE-SPEAKS" from a collection of poetry. It contains sonnets, indicated by the page numbers "61" and "62" within the text, and the surrounding context of sonnet collections. The chapter was extracted from a PDF file and is part of a larger digital workflow.
## Context
The chapter "# SNAKE-SPEAKS" is included within the larger work "[Venus and Adonis, Lucrece, Sonnets, and Pericles (Facsimile Editions)](arke:01KG6S3KNZT62WVVW4VT384KPF)". This collection appears to be a scholarly compilation of Shakespeare's works, presented in facsimile editions. The chapter was extracted from the file "[pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA)" and is part of the "[PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y)" collection. It is preceded by the chapter titled "[# SONNERS.](arke:01KG6S4CPXQEEHHAK0HY8ZMAAV)" and followed by the chapter titled "[# S O N N E T S.](arke:01KG6S4CPSDGWC446S5Q0DZJKZ)".
## Contents
The text of "# SNAKE-SPEAKS" contains two sonnets. The first sonnet, beginning with "Crawles to maturity, wherewith being crown'd," reflects on the passage of time and the enduring nature of verse. The second sonnet, starting with "Inne of selfe-loue possesseth al mine cie," explores themes of self-admiration and the perception of one's own beauty, particularly in relation to a mirror. The text includes page numbers "61" and "62", indicating its place within a larger sequence of poems.
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- # SNAKE-SPEAKS
Crawles to maturity, wherewith being crown'd,
Crooked eclipses gainst his glory fight,
And time that'gout, doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfuse the florish set on youth,
And deluce the parallels in beauties brow,
Feedes on the rarities of natures truth,
And nothing stands but for his fieth to mow.
And yet to times in hope, my verse shall stand
Praising thy worth, disright his cruel hand.
61
Is it thy wil, thy Image should keepe open
My heavy eicids to the weary night?
Dost thou desire my flumbers should be broken,
While shadows like to three do mocke my fight?
Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee
So farre from home into my deeds to prye,
To find out shames and idle houses in me,
The skope and tenure of thy Icloufic?
O no, thy loue though much, is not so great,
It is my loue that keeps mine cie awake,
Mine owne true loue that doth my rest defeat,
To plaie she watch-man euer for thy sake,
For thee watch I, whilst thou dost wake elsewhere,
From me farre of, with others all to neere.
62
S Inne of selfe-loue possesseth al mine cie,
And all my soule, and all my curry part;
And for this sinne there is no remedie,
It is so grounded inward in my heart.
Me thinks no face so gratious is as mine,
No shape so true, no truth of such account,
And for my selfe mine owne worth do define,
As I all other in all worths surmount.
But when my glasse she was me my selfe indeed
Beated and chop with tand antiquitie,
Mine owne selfe loue quite contrary I scad
Selfe
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