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William Shakespeare: O! how I faint when I of you do write
O! how I faint when I of you do writeO! how I faint when I of you do write, Knowing a better spirit doth use your name, And in the praise thereof spends all his might, To make me tongue-tied…William Shakespeare: Or I shall live your epitaph to make
Or I shall live your epitaph to makeOr I shall live your epitaph to make, Or you survive when I in earth am rotten; From hence your memory death cannot take, Although in me each part will be…William Shakespeare: I grant thou wert not married to my Muse
I grant thou wert not married to my MuseI grant thou wert not married to my Muse, And therefore mayst without attaint o'erlook The dedicated words which writers use Of their fair subject,…William Shakespeare: I never saw that you did painting need
I never saw that you did painting needI never saw that you did painting need, And therefore to your fair no painting set; I found, or thought I found, you did exceed That barren tender of a…William Shakespeare: Who is it that says most, which can say more
Who is it that says most, which can say moreWho is it that says most, which can say more, Than this rich praise,—that you alone, are you? In whose confine immured is the store Which should…William Shakespeare: My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still
My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her stillMy tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still, While comments of your praise richly compil'd, Reserve their character with golden quill, And…William Shakespeare: Was it the proud full sail of his great verse
Was it the proud full sail of his great verseWas it the proud full sail of his great verse, Bound for the prize of all too precious you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making…William Shakespeare: Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessingFarewell! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate, The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing; My bonds…William Shakespeare: When thou shalt be dispos'd to set me light
When thou shalt be dispos'd to set me lightWhen thou shalt be dispos'd to set me light, And place my merit in the eye of scorn, Upon thy side, against myself I'll fight, And prove thee…William Shakespeare: Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault
Say that thou didst forsake me for some faultSay that thou didst forsake me for some fault, And I will comment upon that offence: Speak of my lameness, and I straight will halt, Against thy…