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- # Sonnet 106
## Overview
This entity is a section labeled "106," extracted on January 30, 2026, from a text file. It contains the full text of Sonnet 106, beginning with the line "When in the Chronicle of wasted time."
## Context
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## Contents
Sonnet 106 reflects on historical descriptions of beauty and how they prefigure the beauty of the beloved in the present. The speaker suggests that ancient poets, despite their skill, lacked the full understanding to adequately praise the beloved's worth, as their "deuining eyes" could only prophesy the current era's beauty. The sonnet concludes with the idea that while contemporary observers "Haue eyes to wonder," they "lack toungs to praise" the unparalleled beauty they behold.
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- ## 106
**W** Hen in the Chronicle of wasted time,
I see discriptions of the fairest wights,
And beautie making beautifull old time,
In praise of Ladies dead, and louely Knights,
Then in the blazon of sweet beauties best;
Of hand, of foote, of lip, of eye, of brow,
I see their antique Pen would haue express,
Euen such a beauty as you maister now.
So all their praises are but propheties
Of this our time, all you prefiguring,
And for they look'd but with deuning eyes,
They had not still enough your worth to sing:
For we which now behold these present dayes,
Haue eyes to wonder, but lack toungs to praise.
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