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122 Sonnet – William Shakespeare

Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain Full charactered with lasting memory, Which shall above that idle rank remain Beyond all date, even to eternity; Or, at the least, so long as brain and heart Have faculty by nature … Continua a leggere

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121 Sonnet – William Shakespeare

‘Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed When not to be receives reproach of being, And the just pleasure lost, which is so deemed, Not by our feeling but by others’ seeing. For why should others’ false adulterate eyes … Continua a leggere

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120 Sonnet – William Shakespeare

That you were once unkind befriends me now, And for that sorrow which I then did feel Needs must I under my transgression bow, Unless my nerves were brass or hammered steel. For if you were by my unkindness shaken, … Continua a leggere

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119 Sonnet – William Shakespeare

What potions have I drunk of siren tears Distilled from limbecks foul as hell within, Applying fears to hopes and hopes to fears, Still losing when I saw myself to win! What wretched errors hath my heart committed, Whilst it … Continua a leggere

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117 Sonnet – William Shakespeare

Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all Wherein I should your great deserts repay, Forgot upon your dearest love to call, Whereto all bonds do tie me day by day; That I have frequent been with unknown minds, And … Continua a leggere

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116 Sonnet – William Shakespeare

Let me not to the marriage of the 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-fixèd mark That looks on tempests … Continua a leggere

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115 Sonnet – William Shakespeare

Those lines that I before have writ do lie, Even those that said I could not love your dearer; Yet then my judgement knew no reason why My most full flame should afterwards burn clearer. But reckoning Time, whose millioned … Continua a leggere

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