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# 103 ## Overview This is a section of a text, identified as "103," extracted from the file [pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA). It is part of the chapter "[SONNERS](arke:01KG6S4D9EKTFTRX4K37SBJKRD)" and is located between lines 12141 and 12164 of the source file. The section is part of the [PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y) collection. ## Context The section is part of a larger chapter titled "[SONNERS](arke:01KG6S4D9EKTFTRX4K37SBJKRD)", which itself is part of a larger poetry collection. The source file [pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA) was assembled from numerous smaller files. This section is preceded by section [102](arke:01KG6S5MQZEQ0YAX4M25ACBVV8) and followed by section [104](arke:01KG6S5MR3H9TB6W5N20ZGHDGA). ## Contents The section contains the text of Shakespeare's Sonnet 103, followed by the beginning of Sonnet 104. The text expresses the speaker's feeling that his verse cannot do justice to the beauty of the subject, suggesting that the subject's own reflection in a mirror surpasses any praise the speaker can offer. The sonnet explores themes of inadequacy, beauty, and the limitations of art.

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A Lack what poverty my Muse brings forth, That hauing such a skope to fhow her pride, The argument all bare is of more worth Then when it hath my added praise beside. Oh blame me not if I no more can writel Looke in your glasse and there appears a face, That ouer-goes my blunt invention quite, Dulling my lines, and doing me disgrace. G 2 Were <!-- [Page 531](arke:01KG6QKD0E2R2GEQ89FTWMDS12) --> # SHAKESPEARE 5 Were it not sinfull then striving to mend, To marre the subject that before was well; For to no other passe my verses tend, Then of your graces and your gifts to tell. And more, much more then in my verse can sit, Your owne glasse showes you, when you looke in it. 104

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