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## Overview - What this is (type, form, dates, scope)
This is a chapter from the poetry collection [Venus and Adonis, Lucrece, Sonnets, and Pericles (Facsimile Editions)](arke:01KG6S3KNZT62WVVW4VT384KPF), containing several sonnets. The chapter was extracted from the text file [pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA) as part of the [PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y) collection. The chapter's text spans lines 12297 to 12390 of the source file and includes the title "# Sonnets."
## Context - Background and provenance from related entities
The chapter is part of a larger collection of William Shakespeare's works, including "Venus and Adonis," "Lucrece," "Sonnets," and "Pericles." The collection is a facsimile edition, likely a scholarly compilation. The text was extracted using the structure-extraction-lambda tool. The chapter follows the chapter titled "# SHAKES-PHARMS." (arke:01KG6S4D9ER6S122CD3P70NN15) and precedes the chapter titled "# SOWNS." (arke:01KG6S4D9HDDRBWMF7R0ZMXATR).
## Contents - What it contains, key subjects and details
The chapter contains several sonnets, including sonnets 111, 112, 113, 114, and 115. The sonnets explore themes of love, the poet's relationship with his beloved, and the impact of time and circumstance on their bond. Sonnet 111 discusses the poet's "harmfull deeds" and his desire for his friend's pity, while sonnet 112 emphasizes the importance of the beloved's love and approval over the opinions of others. Sonnet 113 describes the poet's mind's inability to see clearly when separated from his beloved, and sonnet 114 explores the nature of flattery and the poet's perception of his beloved. Sonnet 115 reflects on the passage of time and the enduring nature of the poet's love.
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- # Sonnets.
Then glue me welcome, next my heaven the best,
Euen to thy pure and moft moft louing breft.
## 111
O For my fake doe you with fortune chide,
The guiltie goddesse of my harmfull deeds,
That did not better for my life provide,
Then publick meanes which publick manners breeds.
Thence comes it that my name receives a brand,
And almost thence my nature is subdu'd
To what it workes in, like the Dyers hand,
Pitty me then, and with I were renu'de,
Whilst like a willing pacient I will drinke,
Potions of Eysell gainft my strong infection,
No bitternesse that I will bitter thinke,
Nor double pennance to correct correction.
Pittie me then deare friend, and I assure yee,
Euen that your pittie is enough to cure mee.
## 112
Y Our loue and pittie doth th'impression fill,
Which vulgar scandal ftsmpt vpon my brow,
For what care I who calles me well or ill,
So you ore-greene my bad, my good alow?
You are my All the world, and I must ftriu,
To know my fhames and praises from your tounge,
None else to me, nor I to none aline,
That my fteel'd fence or changes right or wrong,
In so profound Abifuse I throw all care
Of others voyces, that my Adders fence,
To cryttick and to flatterer stopped are:
Marke how with my neglect I doe dispence.
You are so strongly in my purpose bred,
That all the world besides me thinkes y'are dead.
## 113
S Ince I left you, mine eye is in my minde,
And that which gouernes me to goe about,
Doth part his function, and is partly blind,
Seemes
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# SHAKE-SPEARES.
Seemes seeing, but effectually is out:
For it no forme deliuer to the heart
Of bird, of flowre, or shape which it doth lack,
Of his quick obiects hath the minde no part,
Nor his owne vision houlds what it doth catch:
For if it see the rud’st or gentleft fight,
The most sweet-fauor or deformedst creature,
The mountaine, or the sea, the day, or night:
The Croe, or Doue, it shapes them to your feature.
Incapable of more repeat, with you,
My most true minde thus maketh mine vnerue.
114
OR whether doth my minde being crown’d with you
Drink evp the monarks plague this flattery?
Or whether shall I say mine eie faith true,
And that your loue taught it this Alcumie?
To make of monsters, and things indigeft,
Such cherubines as your sweet felfe resemble,
Creating euery bad a perfect beft
As faft as obiects to his beames affemble:
Oh tis the first, tis flatty in my seeing,
And my great minde most kingly drinkes it vp,
Mine eie well knowes what with his gust is greeting,
And to his pallat doth prepare the cup.
If it be poison’d, tis the lesser finne,
That mine eye lous it and doth fixft beginne.
115
Those lines that I before haue writ doe lie,
Euen those that said I could not loue you deerer,
Yet then my judgement knew no reason why,
My most full flame should afterwards burne cleerer.
But reckening time, whose millions accidents
Creepe in twixt vowes, and change decrees of Kings,
Tan sacred beautie, blunt the sharp’st intents,
Diuert strong mindes to th’ course of altring things:
Alas why fearing of times tiranie,
Might
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