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WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

 

SONNET No. 23.

 

As an unperfect actor on the stage,
Who with his fear is put besides his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whose strength’s abundance weakens his own heart;
So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
The perfect ceremony of love’s rite,
And in mine own love’s strength seem to decay,
O’er-charged with burthen of mine own love’s might.
O let my books be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my speaking breast,
Who plead for love and look for recompense
More than that tongue that more halt more wxpressed:

O learn to read what silent love hath writ;
To hear with eyes belongs to love’s fine wit.

 

 

SONNET No. 108

 

What’s in the brain that ink may character
Which halt not figured to thee my true spirit?
What’s new to speak, what now to register,
That may express my love or thy dear merit?
Nothing, sweet boy; but yet prayers divine
I must each day o’er the very same,
Counting no old thing old-thou mine, I thine-
Even as when first I hallowed thy fair name.
So that eternal love in love’s fresh case
Weighs not the dust and injury of age,
Nor gives to necessary wrinkles place,
But makes antiquity for aye his page,

Finding the first conceit of love there bred
Where time and outward form would show it dead.


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