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- How much more doth beauty beauteous seem by that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
- William Shakespeare, Sonnet LIV
- Sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds. - William Shakespeare, Sonnet XCIV
- My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming;
I love not less, though less the show appear: That love is merchandised whose rich esteeming The owner's tongue doth publish every where. - William Shakespeare, Sonnet CII
- And ruin'd love when it is built anew,
Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater. - William Shakespeare, Sonnet CXIX
- I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night. - William Shakespeare, Sonnet CXLVII
- My reason, the physician to my love, angry that his prescriptions are not kept, hath left me.
- William Shakespeare, Sonnet CXLVII
- Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments: love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds. - William Shakespeare, Sonnet cxvi
- Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments: love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no! it is an ever fixed mark. - William Shakespeare, Sonnet CXVI
- Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. - William Shakespeare, Sonnet CXVI
- My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red...
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound. - William Shakespeare, Sonnet CXXX
- When wasteful war shall statues overturn,
And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword nor wars quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory. - William Shakespeare, Sonnet LV
- Winter, which, being full of care, makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.
- William Shakespeare, Sonnet LVI
- Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end. - William Shakespeare, Sonnet LX
- Ruin has taught me to ruminate,
That Time will come and take my love away. This thought is as a death, which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose. - William Shakespeare, Sonnet LXIV
- That time of year thou may'st in me behold,
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,- Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. - William Shakespeare, Sonnet LXXIII
- This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, to love that well which thou must leave ere long.
- William Shakespeare, Sonnet LXXIII
- Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.
- William Shakespeare, Sonnet lxxxvii
- Nothing 'gainst Times scythe can make defence.
- William Shakespeare, Sonnet XII
- Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date. - William Shakespeare, Sonnet XVIII
- When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes...
Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings. - William Shakespeare, Sonnet XXIX
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