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# Sonnet 77 ## Overview This entity is a section labeled "77" from a larger work, likely a collection of poetry. It contains the full text of Sonnet 77, which begins "Thy glasse will shew thee how thy beauties were," and includes the heading "SOMMES." The section was extracted on January 30, 2026, from a text file. ## Context This section is part of the chapter titled "[# SHAKES-PRARES](arke:01KG6S4CPZP73GPBKD2240HQV8)", which is itself contained within the "[PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y)" collection. The text was extracted from the file "[pdf-01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA)". It is chronologically preceded by [Sonnet 76](arke:01KG6S5JXMYGDSX857YCP9Q7FB) and followed by [Sonnet 78](arke:01KG6S5JXJ4QJGHTJ9WQAEZJAF), indicating its place within a sequence of sonnets. ## Contents The section contains the complete text of Sonnet 77. The poem reflects on the passage of time and the importance of recording thoughts and memories. It uses metaphors of a "glasse" (mirror) to show fading beauty, a "dyall" to mark the waste of "precious mynuits," and "vacant leases" of the mind to bear imprints. The speaker encourages committing thoughts to "waste blacks" (blank pages) so that "children nurst, deliuerd from thy braine, / To take a new acquaintance of thy minde" can be found. The poem concludes by stating that these "offices" (acts of writing) will profit and enrich the "booke."

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77 Thy glasse will shew thee how thy beauties were, Thy dyall how thy precious mynuits waste, The <!-- [Page 520](arke:01KG6QKD0X2KPXXYXCY1JFD5GE) --> # SOMMES. The vacant leases thy mindes imprint will beare, And of this booke, this learning maift thou taste, The wrinkles which thy glase will truly show, Of mouthed graues will glue thee memorie, Thou by thy dyals shady stealth maift know, Times theeuish progresse to eternitie. Looke what thy memorie cannot containe, Commit to these waste blacks, and thou shalt finde Those children nurst, deliuerd from thy braine, To take a new acquaintance of thy minde. These offices, so oft as thou wilt looke, Shall profit thee, and much inrich thy booke.

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