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Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;
But you shall shine more bright in these contents
Than unswept stone besmear'd with sluttish time.

fra sonette 55.

Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

fra sonette 29.

Why is my verse so barren of new pride?
So far from variations or quick change?
Why with the time do I not glance aside
To new-found methods and to compounds strange?

fra sonette 76.

O absence, what a torment wouldst thou prove,
Were it not thy sour leisure gave sweet leave
To entertain the time with thoughts of love,
Which time and thoughts so sweetly doth deceive

fra sonette 39.

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
That looks on tempests and is never shaken

fra sonette 116.

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

O, let me, true in love, but truly write, and then, believe me, my love is as fair, as any mother's child, though not so bright as those gold candles fixed in heaven's air.