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December (Sonnet 97)
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Let me not to the marriage of 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-fixed mark the looks on tempests and is never shaken.
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not time’s fool.
Though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Love's not time's fool.
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O! how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
By that sweet ornament which truth doth give.
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
For that sweet odour, which doth in it live.
The canker blooms have full as deep a dye
As the perfumed tincture of the roses,
Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly
When summer’s breath their masked buds discloses:
But, for their virtue only is their show,
They live unwoo’d, and unrespected fade;
Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so;
Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odors made:
And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,
When that shall vade, my verse distills your truth.
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Curious Days (Sonnet 38)
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When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,
And darkly bright are bright in dark directed;
All days are nights to see till I see thee.
Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,
To the clear day with thy much clearer light,
When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so?
All days are nights to see till I see...
How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made
By looking on thee in the living day?
When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay?
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.
All days are nights to see till I see thee.
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What is your substance, whereof are you made,
That millions of strange shadows on you tend?
Since every one hath, every one, one shade,
And you but one, can every shadow lend.
What is your substance, whereof are you made,
Adonis, is poorly imitated after you;
On Helen’s cheek all art of beauty set,
And you in Grecian tires are painted new:
Speak of the spring, and foison of the year,
The one doth shadow of your beauty show,
The other as your bounty doth appear;
And you in every blessed shape we know.
What is your substance, whereof are you made,
In all external grace you have some part,
But you like none, none you, for constant heart.
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When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls, all silvered o'er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer's green all girded up in sheaves,
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow;
And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
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A Moment (Sonnet 15)
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Hope (Sonnet 60)
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Jonathan Salem Baskin Chicago, Illinois
i'm a writer, musician, and science junkie.
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