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I never writ, nor no man ever loved. wmmﬁiwm “W M Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? 4, °VVWWLSW3M Thou art more lovely W M0 Rou h winds do shake the darlin b d f M
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swam _/S¢n1c:h"°& mag!“ Sometime too ho_t_tl_ie eye of heaven shines, 5
And oﬁen is his gold complexion dimmedr—"l'"o And every fair from fair sometime declines, Pu”: W , h - - d.
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r-—-Nor shall d_e_a],h_b_r_ag thou wand’rest in his shade, QM; ) I'll! When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st;
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My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
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. W l have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground. I Ml“! W _ Amt, by heaven, I think my lov rareg you. , . lot‘c'
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