Sonnets

I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, Who art as black as hell, as dark as night. Sonnet CXLVII

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Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st; So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. Sonnet 18

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To me, fair Friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed XIV. To me, fair Friend, you never can be old

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