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- # SHAKESPEARES,
## SONNETS.
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauties Rose might neuer die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heire might beare his memory:
But thou contracted to thine owne bright eyes,
Feed’st thy lights flame with felse substantially fewell,
Making a famine where aboundance lies,
Thy felse thy foe, to thy sweet felse too cruell:
Thou that art now the worlds fresh ornament,
And only herauld to the gaudy spring,
Within thine owne bud buriest thy content,
And tender chorle makst wast in niggarding:
Pitty the world, or else this glutton be,
To eate the worlds due, by the graue and thee.
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VV Hen sortie Winters shall besiege thy brow,
And digge deep trenches in thy beauties field,
Thy youths proud litery so gaz’d on now,
Wil be a totter’d weed of final worth held:
Then being askt, where all thy beautie lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty daies;
To say within thine owne deepe sunken eyes,
Were an all-eating shame, and thriftfelse praise.
How much more praise deferu’d thy beauties vie,
If thou couldst answere this faire child of mine
Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse
Proouing his beautie by succession thine.
This
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# SHACE-SPEAKS
This were to be new made when thou art ould,
And see thy blood warme when thou feel it it could,
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L' Ooke in thy glaffé and tell the face thou veweft,
Now is the time that face should forme an other,
Whose freth repairs if now thou not renewed,
Thou doo'st beguile the world, vnbletse some mother.
For where is the so faire whose vn-ear'd wombe
Disdaines the tillage of thy husbandry?
Or who is he so fond will be the tombe,
Of his felfe loue to stop posterity?
Thou art thy mothers glaffé and she in thee.
Calls backe the touely Aprill of her prime,
So thou through windowes of thine age shalt see,
Disight of wrinkles this thy goulden time.
But if thou liue remembered not to be,
Die single and thine Image dies with thee.
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V'Nthrifty louelineffe why doft thou spend,
Vpon thy felfe thy beauties legacy?
Natures bequest giues nothing but doth lend,
And being franck she lends to those are freer.
Then beautious nigard why dooft thou abuse,
The bountious largeffe giuen thee to giue?
Profides vferer why dooft thou vse
So great a summe of summes yet can'st not liue?
For hauling traffike with thy felfe alone,
Thou of thy felfe thy sweet felfe doft deceaue.
Then how when nature calls thee to be gone,
What acceptable Audit can'st thou leaue?
Thy vnus'd beauty must be tomb'd with thee,
Which vfed liues th'executor to be.
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Thofe howers that with gentle worke did frame,
The louely gaze where euery eye doth dwell
Will play the titants to the very same,
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SOMKERS.
And that vnsaire which fairely doth excells
For neuer reiting time leads Summer on,
To hidious winter and confounds him there,
Sap check with froft and lustie leau's quite gon,
Beauty ore-snow'd and barenes euery where,
Then were not summers distillation left
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glaffe,
Beauties effect with beauty were bereft,
Nor it nor noe remembrance what it was.
But flowers distil'd though they with winter meats,
Leefe but their show, their substance still lines sweet.
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