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- # # SHAKES-PRANES.
## Overview
This is a chapter labeled "# SHAKES-PRANES." extracted from a text file, containing sonnets numbered 56, 57, and 58. It exists within the larger context of [Venus and Adonis, Lucrece, Sonnets, and Pericles (Facsimile Editions)](arke:01KG6S3KNZT62WVVW4VT384KPF). This chapter was extracted on January 30, 2026, as part of a structure extraction process.
## Context
The chapter is part of the poetry collection [Venus and Adonis, Lucrece, Sonnets, and Pericles (Facsimile Editions)](arke:01KG6S3KNZT62WVVW4VT384KPF), which includes facsimile editions of William Shakespeare's works. The collection is derived from the text file `pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt` and is associated with the [PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y) collection. It follows [Sonnet 52](arke:01KG6S4C664CA8B3AMESYMMJDX) and is succeeded by a chapter labeled "# SONNERS." [arke:01KG6S4CPXQEEHHAK0HY8ZMAAV].
## Contents
This chapter contains three sonnets (56, 57, and 58) along with the heading "# SHAKES-PRANES." The text includes the numbered sonnets in their original spelling and formatting, addressing themes of love, time, and servitude. Sonnet 58 includes a reference to a page number "[Page 512](arke:01KG6QKCYBSNH6M97RZ2XQH96Q)".
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- # SHAKES-PRANES.
Gainst death, and all obliquous emnity
Shall you pace forth, your praise shall still finde rosome,
Euen in the eyes of all posterity
That weare this world out to the ending doome.
So til the judgement that your felle arife,
You hue in this, and dwell in louers eies.
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Sweet loue renew thy force, be it not said
Thy edge should blunter be then apetite,
Which but too daie by feeding is alaied,
To morrow sharpened in his former might,
So loue be thou, although too daie thou fill
Thy hungrie eies, euen till they winck with fulneffe,
Too morrow fee againe, and doe not kill
The spirit of Loue, with a perpetual nulneffe:
Let this sad Intern like the Ocean be
Which parts the shore, where two contracted new,
Come daily to the banckes, that when they see:
Return of loue, more blesst may be the vice.
As cal it Winter, which being ful of care,
Makes Somers welcome, thrice more with’d, more rare.
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Being your flaue what should I doe but rend,
Vpon the houres, and times of your desire?
I haue no precious time at all to spend;
Nor feruices to doe til you require.
Nor dare I chide the world without end hour,
Whilst I (my foueraine) watch the clock for you,
Nor thinke the bitterness of absence fowre,
VWhen you haue bid your fernant once a dique,
Nor dare I question with my iealious thought,
VWhere you may be, or your affaires suppose,
But like a sad flaue stay and thinke of nought
Saue where you are, how happy you make those.
So true a foole is loue, that in your Will,
(Though you doe any thing) he thinks no ill.
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