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- # Sonnets (Chapter)
## Overview
This entity is a chapter titled "# SONNERS." within a larger collection of poetry. It contains three sonnets, numbered 58, 59, and 60. The chapter spans from line 11264 to line 11311 of its source file.
## Context
This chapter is part of the [Venus and Adonis, Lucrece, Sonnets, and Pericles (Facsimile Editions)](arke:01KG6S3KNZT62WVVW4VT384KPF) collection. It was extracted from the file `pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt` as part of the [PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y) collection. This chapter follows "# SHAKES-PRANES." and precedes "# SNAKE-SPEAKS." within the same collection.
## Contents
The chapter contains the following sonnets:
* **Sonnet 58:** Explores themes of subservience and the acceptance of a lover's absence and potential infidelity, framing the speaker's patience as a form of willing servitude.
* **Sonnet 59:** Reflects on the nature of time and originality, questioning whether current creations are merely repetitions of past ones and expressing a desire to see the beloved's image in ancient texts.
* **Sonnet 60:** Uses the metaphor of waves hastening to the shore to describe the relentless passage of time and the progression of life towards its end.
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- # SONNERS.
## 58
That God forbid, that made me first your flaue,
I should in thought controule your times of pleasure,
Or at your hand th' account of houres to craue,
Being your vassail bound to flaie your leisure.
Oh let me suffer (being at your beck)
Th' imprifon'd absence of your libertie,
And patience tame, to sufferance bide each check,
Without accusing you of injury,
Be where you list, your charter is so strong,
That you your selfe may priuiledge your time
To what you will, to you it doth belong,
Your selfe to pardon of selfe-doing crime,
I am to waite, though waiting so be hell,
Not blame your pleasure be it ill or well.
## 59
If their bee nothing new, but that which is,
Hath beene before, how are our braines beguild,
Which laboring for invention beare amise
The second burthen of a former child?
Oh that record could with a back-ward looke,
Euen of flue hundreth courfes of the Sunne,
Show me your image in some antique booke,
Since minde at first in carrecter was done.
That I might see what the old world could say,
To this composed wonder of your frame,
Whether we are mended, or where better they,
Or whether reuolution be the same.
Oh sure I am the wits of former daies,
To subiects worse haue giuen admiring praise.
## 60
Like as the waues make towards the pibled shore,
So do our minuites haften to their end,
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toile all forwards do contend.
Natuity once in the maine of light.
E
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- # SONNERS.