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## Overview
This is a chapter within the poetry collection [Venus and Adonis, Lucrece, Sonnets, and Pericles (Facsimile Editions)](arke:01KG6S3KNZT62WVVW4VT384KPF), extracted from the text file [pdf-01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA). It contains sonnets numbered 70, 71, and 72. The chapter is part of the [PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y) collection.
## Context
The chapter is part of a larger collection of poetry that includes facsimile editions of William Shakespeare's works. The collection was extracted from a text file and is associated with a digital workflow. This chapter is preceded by [S O N K E T S.](arke:01KG6S4CPSSH3NS5Y1PABY13B1) and followed by [# SOWMERS.](arke:01KG6S4CPZS1DF9K7A9WS3G3WW).
## Contents
This chapter contains three sonnets, numbered 70, 71, and 72. Sonnet 70 discusses slander and virtue, sonnet 71 expresses a desire to be forgotten after death to avoid causing sorrow, and sonnet 72 explores the theme of unworthiness and the wish to be forgotten to protect the loved one from criticism. The text includes line numbers and page references to the original facsimile edition.
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70
That thou are blam'd shall not be thy defect,
For slanders marke was euer yet the faire,
The ornament of beauty is suspect,
A Crow that flies in heauens sweetest ayre.
So thou be good, slander doth but approve,
Their worth the greater beeing woo'd of time,
For Canker vice the sweetest buds doth loue,
And thou present'st a pure vustayined prime.
Thou hast past by the ambush of young daies,
Either not assayld, or victor beeing charg'd,
Yet this thy praise cannot be soe thy praise,
To tye vp enuy, euermore inlarged,
If some suspect of ill maskt not thy show,
Then thou alone kingdomes of hearts shouldst owe.
71
Noe Longer mourns for me when I am dead,
Then you shall heare the surly sullen bell
Giue warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world with vildest wormes to dwell:
Nay if you read this line, remember not,
The hand that writ it, for I loue you so,
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,
If thinking on me then should make you woc.
O if (I say) you looke vpon this verse,
When I (perhaps) compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poore name relares;
But let your loue euen with my life decay.
Least the wise world should looke into your mone,
And mocke you with me after I am gon.
72
O Least the world should taske you to recite,
What merit liu'd in me that you should loue
After my death (deare loue) for get me quite,
For you in me can nothing worthy proue.
Valesse you would deuse some vertuous lye,
To
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